AN: I know I was supposed to update this last Saturday, but I was busy. Sorry. Here's the third, and last, chapter of this. It may be a little short; again, sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this story. By the favorites and follows I can tell some of you did. I thank you reading and reviewing this story. I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimer: Stephen Stohn owns Degrassi.

Although Clare is talking to me, she's still pissed off. She barely comes to school and when she does, she hides out. Adam, Dallas, and I have tried talking to her, but she yells at us. I guess I rather have her yell than not talk to me. I can't go a day without her talking—or yelling—at me.

Sighing, I grab my suitcase and start packing a few clothes in there. I decide that I'm going to go to New York. I came up with the plan the moment Eli and I argued. How dare he put that video up of her and expect me to sit around and do nothing!

I angrily stuff my clothes in my suitcase and zip it up. My parents are gone on another business trip so they won't notice that I'm gone and I'll be back before they get home. I go down the steps and stop when I see Dallas and Adam looking at me.

"Where are you going?" Dallas asks.

"We're going to New York to kick Eli's ass," I respond.

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I told Adam to stay behind and keep an eye on Clare. I told him not to mention to her that we're going to New York. He keeps his word and tells us to be careful as I pull out of the driveway. The ride to New York will take 5 hours…well, 6 because of traffic and we'll have to make pit stops.

When we get there, we look around to find Eli's dorm. We go to the front desk and ask for his name, letting the administrator know we were close friends of his. Whoever the guy was working there let us go without any further questions. He gives us his room number and tells us to have a safe visit. Dallas and I walk to his dorm, our hand twitching in anticipation. I knock on the door and a girl answers it. Her blonde hair is swung over her shoulder and she was leaning against the doorframe, giving us a questionable look.

"Who are you?" she asks.

"Friends of Eli's," Dallas states with a clench jaw.

"Is he here?" I ask.

"Yeah, he stepped out. I'm his roommate Lenore."

Lenore. This was the girl that sent Clare the video of her having sex with Eli. I growl under my breath and from the corner of my eye I can see Dallas giving me a look. I shake my head and force a smile on my face.

"Come inside," she purrs and we step inside. She motions for us to sit on the sofa and we do. Dallas and I watch as she kicks off her shoes and takes a seat on her bed. She swings her hair out of her way and grins at us.

"Eli never told me he was having visitors."

"Yeah, we wanted to surprise him," Dallas said. "We just miss our best bud."

"I didn't catch your names," she says while twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes in a flirty manner.

"We never gave it to you," I snap.

"Aw, come on, I don't bite," she tries again.

"I have a girlfriend," Dallas tells her.

"I do, too. You may know her; her name is Clare."

Lenore face drops and her face turn a bright pink. She opens her mouth, but no words come out. She quickly closes her mouth and the nervousness in her face quickly dissolves. She puts a devious smirk on her face, crosses her leg over the other, and folds her arms across her chest.

"You're the one in the video. I don't know why I never thought about it. How does it feeling dating a slut?"

I get up and get ready to charge towards her, but Dallas stops me. He puts an arm on my shoulder and forces me to sit back down. Huffing, I sit back down and shoot Lenore a menacing stare. She doesn't seem affected by it. It actually makes me wish I had brought Clare with me. I know Clare isn't into violence, but it'll be nice to see her beat the shit out of Lenore.

"She's not a slut," I growl. "She was getting back at Eli—"

"And it didn't work. Eli doesn't care about her, obviously. He wants me…he has for a while, but he was so wrapped up with little Miss Clare. What is it about her that makes you guys go gaga over her? Is it her innocence in public and she's slutty behind closed doors? Is it because she knows how to suck—"

"That's it!" I say and stand up. I stomp towards Lenore and get in her face. "It's because Clare isn't a slut like you. Clare knows how to act and that's like a proper woman. She's kind, caring, and compassionate. She's gorgeous as hell and she means the world to me. She doesn't go out her way to get someone's boyfriend—unlike you. You're just jealous, because you will never be like Clare, even if you want to."

Before Lenore could speak, the door opens. Eli is walking in the room and staring at us with wide eyes. He has fear written all over his face, but once Lenore jumps at his side, he quickly changes his expression to angry. He clutches Lewhore by his side and growls at us.

"What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Remember how you said "you're in New York and I was in Canada, so my threats mean nothing"? Well, I'm here now, Eli."

Dallas cracks his knuckles and cracks his neck, glaring at Eli like a wolf glaring at its prey. I chuckle and crack my knuckles, also. Lenore is cowering in Eli's hold while Eli is trying to keep up with his mean demeanor, but he's failing.

My heart is pumping with eagerness. Beating the shit out of Eli won't make the video go away, but it'll make me feel better. Revenge has never felt so sweeter at this moment. Dallas walks past the two and opens the door. He snatches Lenore off Eli, ignoring her shouts in protest. He throws her out of the room and slams the door, locking it behind him. Before Eli could react, a punch him in the jaw, causing him to topple on the floor. Dallas then walks to the sofa and slides it to the door, blocking Lenore and whoever from coming in. She's pounding against the door, yelling for us to open it, but we ignore her screams.

He plops on the sofa and grins at me, giving me the thumbs up. I take off my shirt and toss it at him, because I don't want to get blood on it. Dallas sets it aside and I turn my attention off him and focus on a staggering Eli. I grab his shoulders and knee him in the gut. Eli groans and clutches his stomach. He falls over and starts coughing. I crouch down and grab him by the shirt. I punch him repeatedly, not caring about the blood gushing down his face. I take all of my anger out on his face. I punch him for cheating on Clare and making her cry. I punch him for sending that video out, humiliating her. I punch him for thinking I wasn't going to do anything about it.

"Drew," Dallas calls out, "that's enough. You're going to kill him."

"I ought to kill him!" I snarl. "He deserves to fuckin die! He hurt my Clare! He exposed her for everyone to see! She won't even show her face, because people are talking about her! I should fuckin kill you!"

Eli eyes widen and he squirms, trying to get me off him, but I punch him again. He goes limp and I sigh heavily. I get off him and examine my bloody knuckles. They're turning purple and dark blue. Dallas gets ready to say something, but there's another knock at the door.

"Drew," the voice calls out and it's thick with nervousness. "Drew, I know you're in there."

It's Clare! Dallas shoots me a panic look and I return the look. Gulping, we kick Eli out of the way and slide the sofa over. Dallas unlocks the door and it reveals Clare with Adam. Adam is avoiding my gaze, but I don't care. All I can think about is the woman standing in front of me. Her blue eyes are gazing into mine. She looks over my shoulder and her eyes widen when she sees Eli.

"H—he isn't…"

"He's not dead, Clare," Dallas clarifies. "Drew did knock him out, though."

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask her, while shooting Adam a death glare.

"I begged Adam to tell me where you were out. We left out thirty minutes after you both left. I was coming to tell you not to do anything stupid, but I'm too late. Do you realize that Eli can press charges? He can put you and jail, Drew. Are you getting that?"

"I didn't think—"

"Right; you didn't think! You never think about what you're doing! Drew, this is by far the stupidest thing you have ever done! I can't believe you think violence would solve this!"

"So, you're taking up for him?" I ask, growing just as angry as she is. "I'm trying to protect you, Clare. He hurt you and you won't do anything about it. All you do is hide and cry and I'm sick of it."

"You think I'm not sick of it? I'm tired of hiding my face and crying about it, but I can't help it! People are talking about me everywhere I go! They've all seen the video—even Jake has called to ask me about it. I'm being labeled a whore, but I'm not going around to fight anyone about it!"

"Clare, I was just trying to help," I tell her softly. "I was tired of you crying and being stressed out. I know beating Eli senseless wasn't going to do anything, but I just—"

"You were trying to be my knight and shining armor," she says before biting her lip. "I get that you were trying to help me and I thank you so much for that. Next time, please, don't use violence to help me."

I grin and pull her into a kiss.

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Once Eli had woken up, I apologized to him. He didn't accept my apology at first, but he did afterwards. He apologized to Clare and I about the whole mess and said he knew someone who could take the video down permanently. Clare thanked him and meekly accepted his apology. Afterwards, the four of us left Eli's dorm and decided to stay in New York for a while before heading back home.

I even took Clare on her first date. While Dallas and Adam went looking around to find their girlfriend's something, I took Clare out to dinner. We had a nice time and I even asked her to be my girlfriend—which she happily accepted. Afterwards, we all met up and decided to spend a night in New York. We put our money together and got a room to share. In the morning, we went back home and saw no trace of the video.

Clare smiled, but it was faint. We know that the video is still somewhere out there and people are still going to talk about it. I told her I could beat them up, but she admonished me.

We spent the day cuddling and talking about our next date. Clare mentioned us going to the movies, but I had other things in mind.

"Let's make another video, but keep it between us this time."