A/N: I got a lot of reviews on the last one! Thanks guys (:

So, Drew's gonna fight fire with fire, ehh? Interesting….

"Drew!" I whined, "This isn't going to work. I mean, Eli already knows about our 'situation'. He would never let Alli try something on him." I tried convincing him.

Drew peered over at me with a disapproving look. We had spent most of our free-period sitting by lockers, arguing over our next move.

"Clare, I'm a guy." He emphasized each word as he spoke. "Eli, is a guy. Guy's have one-track minds. And all a guy thinks about is girls, and what they have to offer."

I was weighing my options. Leaning towards Drew's more then less.

I sighed in defeat, "You're sure?" He nodded. "Completely postitive?"

"Yes, Clare, yes!" He exclaimed, annoyed with me and my lack-of-confidence.

We spent the rest of the period discussing battle strategies and rehearsing to a perfection.

I took my seat at lunch in the far corner, to get a look of the entire room. I felt a presence before me, and turned to see Drew sitting in the spot next to me.

"Ready?" He asked me, and suppressed a sigh.

I nodded in return, and he smiled. His eyes shifted slightly to the left of me, along with a crest-fallen expression.

His elbow nudged me, and I followed his gaze's pathway. I saw Eli and Alli walking into the cafeteria, laughing about who know what.

"Pretend like they aren't faking." Drew whispered into my ear. I giggled at his comment, but straightened out my composure as they grew closer.

I wrapped a fraud smile on my face, and raised my hand, waving it frantically. "Alli! Eli! Over here!" I was practically jumping up and down, acting excited to see them.

They shot each other a quick glance, and proceeded to walk over, cautiously.

Drew and I sat, hand in hand, smiling as the two sat down, probably scared by our happiness.

Alli eased into comfort, playing into our plan, "Me and Eli here," she smiled, and ruffed his hair up, "Were just talking about going to see a movie."

"The Last Exorcism nonetheless." Eli added, ringing his arm around her shoulder.

Wow, I really hoped mine and Drew's acting was a tad better.

Alli pointed her finger up, pretending to have thought of something ideal. "Idea! We should double!"

I scoffed, and her expression 'fell.'

"What's wrong Clare-bear?" Her tone made me cringe, and fill with anger. I could tell she was playing me, and she could tell I hated every moment of it.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling slightly offended.

"I recall you telling me he was doomed to die alone, unless guy-liner counts." I retorted, still trying to sound sweet.

She hesitated, but kept her smug expression plastered on her face.

Drew broke the silence, "Yeah, that'd be great. Tonight?" If I ever had to do this again, I'd want to do it with Drew. He seemed so…people smart.

"That'd be great." Eli spoke.

The bell sounded in my ears, indicating it was time to head to our next class. We all stood up and began walking in pairs to opposite ends of the hall.

I escaped Drew's presence, and moved to my locker to gather my books. I decided to wait in the nearest classroom, to confront a certain person.

I saw a dark figure pass by, and I reached my hand out and grab his leather jacket. He made a muffled yelp, and stumbled into room.

He looked at me, brows furrowed, fury in his eyes, "The hell, Clare?"

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, almost pleaded. It didn't take a genius to know what I speaking of.

"Alli was right, it does bother you." He spoke sarcastically, and I flinched.

"Of course it does, Eli! Why wouldn't it?" I whispered, frustrated.

"You have Drew." He mumbled, barely audible. His gaze turned away, either because of anger or remorse.

"Stop it. You know it's fake." I spat, laughing hysterically.

"Really, Clare? I hardly doubt that." I'd never seen this side of Eli before, and it honestly frightened me.

"Why do you like Alli so much, anyway?" He didn't respond, and I scoffed. "Exactly, you're in the same boat I am, so stop." I added, searching his face for a reaction.

The warning bell rang, we only had one minute to get to our class. Eli turned to face me, evil lurking all around him.

He looked down, a menacing smile on his face, "Let's just say, Alli Bhandari has more to offer then St. Clare." With that, he strolled out the door and down the hall, one hand in his back pocket.

I swallowed, and thought about his last words. The thought of Eli and Alli together was wrong, and tasted bitter on my tongue.

This wasn't just a battle, this was war.

A/N: Okay, sorry if this chapter got a little weird. I got stuck, and thought 'What would Clare Edwards do?'

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