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WHAT AN ASSHOLE-CHAPTER 7
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
The bell just rang…decision time.
What do I do?
I spent my whole last period crying in the hallway. And where did that get me?
No where.
I got up, wiping my tears, as I watched Jake come down the one side of the hallway and Eli come down the other.
My heart jumped not knowing what to do.
I was stuck in between these two.
Jake was such a sweet, over protective, warm hearted, cute guy. But Eli…he was this mysterious ticking time bomb that could explode at any second and that's what made him so...interesting to be around.
Yeah, he's an asshole, and if anybody else were in my place they would probably never even glance at him again, let alone talk to him. But there was something about Eli…something about him that I would never be able to figure out unless I was around him more.
Yeah we fought.
Well, correction. We fight. We fight with each other ALL the time. But in my opinion, it kind of makes our "friendship" more interesting.
"Clare," both guys said simultaneously making me turn my head from side to side as they glared each other down.
I sighed in confusion.
I glanced at both Eli and Jake, who didn't blink, but just stared intently. I could feel the tension grow between both of them, just waiting to explode.
But the question was, who was going to crack first?
I didn't really want to find out who, so I moved in between them and faced Eli.
"Listen, both of you," I glanced at each of them gaining their equal attention.
I sighed, "Jake, I've only known you for two days and you're already down my throat trying to control me. I just think we all need a breather here. I think we all got off on the wrong foot. It seems like I've caused too much tension. I think we should all take a week to just ignore each other. That means, no more rumors, no more videos on Facebook, no more protection and no more talking. Just...enjoy the silence."
My eyes averted to Eli who smirked at me and then Jake who sighed in anger.
"I'm sorry, I just think that's what all of us need" I told them closing my locker and walking away to leave both of them staring intently at each other not saying a word...
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Looking. At?" I asked the little shit standing in front of me, pausing in between each word so the pretty boy could attempt to understand what I was saying.
He sighed, "I thought we were going to enjoy the silence. We can't enjoy silence if your big mouth is still running."
My hands twitched wanting to strangle him so badly.
This was my competition?
Really Clare?
My shit was tougher than this guy.
"Well, since your new around here, let me tell you something. No matter what Clare tells both of us, I won't listen. I am not capable of listening to nonsensical things. And that includes me breaking her silence vow. I also have a couple of Clare's vows that I plan on getting her to break...but you don't need to know about those. It's big boy work, something that you wouldn't understand," I told him smirking and slowly walked away from him waiting for him to say that one sentence that always sticks in the back of your head and makes you want to turn around and say something completely out of line and stupid back to them.
Does that ever happen to you?
Happens to me all the time, don't feel like an outsider.
As if on cue, he spoke, "You know you had your chance Eli! You screwed up. It's my turn now."
Out of instinct, I turned, and laughed pathetically, "Who the hell do you think you are? Why do you think Clare keeps crawling back to me? Why do you think that no matter how many bad things I do to her, she always comes back? Sorry to rain on your parade, but I'm already penciled into her schedule."
Jake stood, glaring at me, searching for a witty response.
"Once I convince her that you're bad news and show her how good it feels to be treated the way she deserves to be treated, she'll forget all about you. I'll make sure that whenever someone mentions your name, she'll turn her head and ask...who is that again?"
After he finished his comeback, I had brief déjà vu, because I thought I had heard it before.
Adam told me, that's right!
He told me that I treated Clare like...one of the guys.
Jake shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled, slamming into my shoulder purposely as he walked passed me.
I didn't say anything because he was right. That was a possibility. It could happen.
This kid was capable of pulling my strings like a puppet.
"Got you thinking, didn't I emo boy?" Jake asked smiling while turning the hallway corner leaving me standing there alone.
This is how it could end up.
I could end up, living in a house with a hundred cats, my house would smell like cat piss and manure, and my closet would be filled with rats. I'd end up opening that closet, and introducing them to people as my best friends. I could end up with rats as my only friends! I'd be lonely, and end up rubbing my own dick for the rest of my life...
That sounds horrible!
That...that sounds like a fucking nightmare.
I gulped, snapping myself out of my trance and ran out of the school as fast as I could towards Clare's house forgetting that I had a car...and could drive...
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
"Who is it?" I whined to the person banging frantically on my door.
They never answered, just kept banging.
After a long day of school with drama worse than Gossip Girl, all I wanted to do was rest until my mother got home and pounced on me to do my homework.
"Alright, Alright, stop bang-," I was cut off by a wheezing Eli standing at my doorstep.
Was I going insane or did I not just tell Jake and Eli that we should all take a break from one another?
Eli gulped, and said, "Clare, I need to talk to you. I can't...I can't end up living in a house full of cats. I can't rub my own dick-, I mean, forget what I just said, Can I come in?"
He continued rambling about a house, rats, and something about his dick.
I stood there, and just shook my head looking pathetically at him.
"I...can't...I can't breathe," Eli whined holding his hand over his chest.
I opened the door frantically assuming he needed help, and once I closed the door Eli blocked it.
He stood in front of the door preventing me from kicking his ass out. He immediately stood up, breathing normally and smirked.
Another one of his "jokes" I'm assuming.
"Eli, please, if your fine, and don't need me to call 911, just get out and save me a headache," I whined rubbing my head.
He was known for his sick and cruel jokes that would cause me pure anxiety. And right now I really wasn't in the mood for his little antics. Eli had brought me to a point where I really didn't care about an apology anymore. I didn't care. His problem with me, was that I didn't care anymore.
Oh well.
He sighed, holding up his hands, and said, "I just want to talk. Just for two minutes, two minutes that's all I need."
"Eli, if you want to apologize I-," he cut me off and said, "I want to do more than apologize."
My eyebrows tightened and I crossly threatened, "If you ask me to suck your cock one more time Eli, I swear to god-," I was silenced by Eli who crushed his lips against mine.
Once I realized what was really going on, I pushed him away and slapped him lightly across the face.
He opened his mouth, and closed it again, confused. He lightly slapped me across the face, barely hurting me at all.
In return, I slapped him back.
He slapped me again, just his fingers brushing up against my cheek.
"If we are just going to stand here and slap each other instead of talking about what the hell just happened, get out," I demanded my face red and flustered.
Eli smirked and he said, "It was an..impulse."
"Oh really? Kissing me...was an impulse," I mimicked him.
He nodded and mumbled, "I want to do it again."
"Do wha-?" I was once again interrupted by Eli's hand grazing against my cheek and moving my head up so my lips would align with his perfectly.
My heart felt like a baby bird, slowly flapping it's wings to fly for the first time.
What the fuck was I doing? I was making out with the guy who spread rumors about me. I was making out with the guy who made my life a living hell. I was making out with the guy who made me cry endlessly, sometimes for days.
Why?
I pulled away slowly, my eyes fluttering open, and glancing into his eyes.
"I have nothing to say," I whispered.
Eli looked down at me and we both remained speechless.
"Can you please just go?" I asked him.
Eli was about to question it, but just nodded, knowing we both needed a break from each other. We both needed time to process what the fuck just happened...
ADAM'S PERSPECTIVE
"He kissed you? I'll kill him!" I screamed causing heads to turn as we walked into school.
Clare growled, covering my mouth as I kept rambling, and she hissed, "Can you please keep your fucking voice down? I don't want anyone to know! It was just...it was nothing. It never happened. I'm taking a vow of silence for a week from both of them. If I don't talk, then no trouble starts."
"Honestly, if you don't talk to them, it might make things worse and Eli might do anything to get you to talk to him. And, I mean...anything," I told her as she sighed.
"Why can't you just agree with me?" She asked me.
I smiled and said, "Because I'm your friend and I care about you."
It's too bad I care too much.
CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE
The second I walk into school with Adam, there he stood.
The person we all know and love, Elijah Goldsworthy.
I stood next to Adam, hoping he'd stay with me while I go to my locker so that Eli wouldn't talk to me, but instead he quickly sped off, leaving Eli and I alone.
Eli glared at me.
We stared at each other, not saying a word.
I was definitely not going to be the one to break the uncomfortable silence.
"So, are you just going to ignore what happened between us yesterday?" Eli asked me with a shaky voice.
When he spoke, his lips quivered. Those lips. The lips that had crushed against mine yesterday. The lips that nearly drove me off of a cliff. The lips that gave me the best kiss I've ever had.
Eli stood there, as I remained silent not wanting to say anything.
The only logical explanation for my silence was because there was nothing for me to say.
I ignored Eli and tried to not make eye contact with him.
"So, we kissed and you have nothing to say?" Eli asked me, leaning his left arm against my locker.
I shook my head.
"Really Clare? The only reason you don't want to talk is because we both know you want to do it again. It scares you to feel wanted, doesn't it Clare? Well, you know what Clare, Welcome to the real world. Some people actually care about you..." Eli told me slamming his hand against the locker and storming off.
My heart beat raced and my throat grew dry, reanalyzing his statement.
I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes, as I shrugged my shoulders slamming my locker shut...
1 WEEK LATER
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
Alright Clare, for a week I've tried to talk to you but all I get is a shy glance and a shake of the head in return.
I kissed her, mistake number one.
Kissing her makes me want to kiss her more.
Mistake number two…caring.
It wasn't like I could hold myself back. I tried, but the way she was talking, the way her lips quivered in anticipation, and the fact that no one was home...I just had to do it.
But, now she won't talk to me.
I know I didn't do anything wrong, I'm Eli.
I NEVER do anything wrong. I'm what they call perfect.
"So, she won't talk to me. I have to do something that'll force her to talk to me no matter what," I told Adam as he sucked in air and coughed.
Adam sighed and said, "Eli, honestly she'll talk to you when she's ready. Don't push it."
"How long is she going to pretend like that kiss never happened? Plus, she started talking to pretty boy again and that bothers me. When I walk up to her, and start talking she'll just turn away and ignore my existence. The only thing I can do, is get her to talk to me."
I glanced at Adam, and immediately stopped when Clare walked into the cafeteria with Jake.
Fucking Jake, he can suck my cock for all I care. And, I'd make sure I had full blown Aids before he did.
Ha-ha.
I watched as they sat down, and Clare placed her bag on the ground.
I heard a clank, signaling something had fallen out of her bag, but just I turned away.
"So, how do you plan on getting her to talk to you?" Adam asked me.
I laughed and said, "I'll think of ...something."
My eyes averted to Clare, who sat smiling and laughing with Mr. Perfect.
I glanced down her back, to her smooth white legs, listening to her gentle laugh, and my eyes widened looking at her asthma pump lying aimlessly on the floor beside her.
"Eli, no..." Adam hissed as if he read my mind.
I sighed and leaned over the table, "If I take it..she'll have no choice but to talk to me if she wants it back..."
I smirked, getting up from the table ignoring Adam...
END OF CHAPTER 7
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