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WHAT AN ASSHOLE-CHAPTER 13

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

"Oh fuck," I groaned trying to sit up, my head pounding so hard I felt like my brain was going to fall out of my head.

When I finally got my eyes fully open, I looked around and noticed that I wasn't in my room.

What happened last night?

My eyes bulged when I looked to the right of the bed and saw Eli. He was sleeping beside me in his computer chair. I smiled, and then looked at him curiously, noticing the bag of ice over his dick.

What. The Fuck. Happened. Last Night?

I hope we didn't have sex. Wasn't I with Jake last night? I groaned when my stomach churned and I felt acid make its way up my throat. I removed the blanket from myself quietly, trying not to wake Eli, and noticed I was wearing his clothes.

Shit, we definitely had sex last night.

I traced my fingers along the contours of my hips, and hissed when I reached a certain spot. I lifted my shirt up slowly, and saw two purple splotchy handprints on both of my hips.

Did Eli do this to me?

I have never been more confused in my life. When my stomach churned again, as a reflex I gripped Eli's knee, causing him to jolt out of his deep sleep. I held my hand over my mouth as he quickly led me to the bathroom. I immediately sat down, putting pressure on my knees while everything under the sun came spewing out of my mouth.

I hated throwing up.

Throwing up, plus the pounding head ache, and my lack of memory of last night made this officially the worst morning ever.

Eli tried to hold my hand but I pushed his away, and placed mine on my legs. They shook uncontrollably as I tried to keep my balance on my knees. I wiped the right side of my lip, and glared at him moving way from the toilet and sitting on the floor. I backed up against the bathroom wall and glared at Eli.

"What happened last night?" I asked him, my voice shaking.

Eli sighed, interlocking his hands, and said, "I think you should take a breather; have an aspirin, and relax. Then we'll talk about it."

I shook my head and pulled my legs up to my chest, "What did we do last night Eli?"

"What we did? What you did," Eli said laughing.

I tilted my head to the side, slightly panicking that he wasn't giving me an exact answer of what the fuck happened. I wake up, no recollection of the night before, in Eli's pajamas, handprint shaped bruises on my waist, and Eli sleeping with ice on his dick. Now is not the time to refuse to give me an answer.

Eli got up and said, "Come down stairs and I'll explain everything that happened last night to you."

He held out a hand and I waved it away saying, "I got it."

I stood shakily and tried my best to keep my balance. Why couldn't I stand up straight? Did I drink last night?

Headache, vomiting, lack of coordination…all symptoms of a hangover.

I looked at Eli with blurred vision, and tried to talk, "E-Eli."

My fingers grazed his shirt, weakly pulling on it for support, when my legs collapsed underneath me. I fell onto my knees and Eli rushed down to kneel beside me.

This was so frustrating! I had all these questions and I couldn't remember a fucking thing from last night. What if I did something I will regret forever? What if it was with Jake? Why would Eli change me? Or, did I change myself? What happened on our date? How the hell did I end up in Eli's house? Why would I be drinking in the first place?

I wrapped my arms around Eli, my chest heaving, as tears fell from my eyes and I whispered in his ear, "I don't remember anything. Just don't leave me okay?"

"It's alright Clare, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," he whispered in my ear rubbing my back as I trembled in his arms.

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

"Clare, that's exactly what happened last night, I swear to you." I told her the whole story from her date with Jake, to the ordeal at the bar, to coming back to my house. Trust me, I knew that it looked really bad. She was wearing my clothes, I had ice over my dick, and she has unexplainable bruises on her body.

"But, I assure you Clare, I didn't touch you, except for when I changed you..." I told her as she calmed down from crying and was just taking everything in.

I told her all about me paying for her bill at the bar, and she begged me to let her pay me back, but there was just something in me that was screaming at me to never take her money. I paid for her bill of my own volition and I wasn't going to let her pay me back for it.

She smiled and asked, "Did I really do that to you with the car Eli?" as she gestured to my lower half.

I still had the ice covering my junk, and smirked.

"It was a pretty rough slam," I told her laughing.

Clare giggled and then an awkward silence filled the air.

I watched as she tied her shoes and then walked to the door. I asked, "Going so soon?"

She gulped, and nodded, "I need some time to just, take this in."

Clare got up and gripped the doorknob to leave me, when I slammed the door just as she tried to open it. She spun around quickly, my hand leaning against the door, and me glaring down into her big blue eyes. I smirked, a tear threatening to from my eye and she said, "Eli, please. I just...need time."

"You believe me right?" I asked her frantically, unknowingly stepping closer to her because I just wanted to kiss her goodbye so badly.

She gulped, quickly turned around, and broke our intense eye contact by opening the door and hurriedly walking away.

I ruined my last chance. I fucked up, again.

"She doesn't believe me Adam!" I yelled harshly as I paced his room impatiently.

Adam lay lazily on his bed, tossing his baseball up in the air and catching it, and asked, "Well, did she tell you directly that she didn't believe you?"

I shook my head, "No, but that's not that point man!"

"What is the point then Eli?" Adam asked me impatiently.

I slapped my hands onto my face and said, "I can tell she doesn't believe me! I sat by her side when she was pouring her guts out into a garbage can! I paid the fucking bill for her drinks! I made sure she was safe, and not taken by some psycho murderer rapist! I saved her, and all that I get is this fucking no answer crap and she runs away from me! What the fuck is her problem?"

"They do say love is a battlefield," Adam said laughing pathetically and then stopping when I glared at him.

I growled in frustration, "She is so aggravating Adam! I don't know what else to do! She probably thinks I fucking raped her!"

His head still on his pillow, rolled to the side. Making direct eye contact with me, he questioningly raised his eyebrow.

I shook my head, "Of course I didn't you dumb fuck! I would never lay a hand on her without her permission! I just—she was sleeping in my room, and I noticed a beer stain covering her shirt and you know I have a draft in my room. So, I handed her some of my clothes, but she refused to put them on unless I did for her. Then, I undressed her and…re-dressed her."

The blush that appeared across my face could have been seen across the world.

"So then, when I was undressing her I noticed that there were two huge bruised hand prints on her hips. And I don't know man, I think she thinks I did that to her!" I screamed at him when my hands started to shake uncontrollably.

"Adam, I don't know what to do," I told him, honestly having no clue how to go about this situation.

"Well, you didn't do it right?" He doublechecked.

I gulped, my throat suddenly dry, and I held my left hand in my right as it shook. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to fix this. If I went to Clare's house, she would probably make her parents answer the door and lie for her. If I called or texted, she wouldn't answer.

"I swear to god, I would never hurt her," I promised as tears were welling up in my eyes.

My eyes averted to Adam's phone that had suddenly started ringing. We both stared at the phone for five seconds as we noticed the called I.D. read "Clare."

I jumped over Adam as he tackled me on the floor and pinned me down.

Fuck, he was strong.

"Shut up," Adam said as he answered the phone and put it on speaker. I hissed when Adam covered my mouth, making sure I didn't slip up.

I listened intently as Clare and Adam's conversation started.

"Hey," Clare said sounding broken and upset. Adam grinned and said, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

She took a deep breath, and with stuttering words, she spoke, "I-I'm just really confused right now Adam. Everyone keeps telling me what happened...but, I just can't remember for myself. I just need someone to talk to that isn't Eli or Jake."

Adam cleared his throat and asked, "Dot in ten?"

Clare breathed in on the other end and said, "Thank you Adam."

Adam hung up the phone and I bit his hand as he hissed in pain. I got up from the floor, and my head started to spin.

"Why doesn't she want to talk to me?" I whined.

Adam sighed and said, "Eli, go home. Or just, go somewhere and try to relax. You and Clare both need a breather. Just let me talk to her okay? Everything's going to be fine." He placed a hand on my shoulder, flashing me a reassuring smile.

"I don't want a breather from her Adam...I want to start breathing with her," I told him not worrying about how little sense my cheesy line made, only aching to tell Clare how sorry I am for whatever it is that I did wrong.

Adam rolled his eyes at my lame attempt at romance and then quickly shook his head and said, "It's a bad idea man. Just, let me talk to her first and then I'll text you or call you and tell you what happened. Then, you can come by if I say it's alright."

I nodded, just agreeing with him for the sake of Clare, and pounded his fist.

"Please, call me when you know something," I told him as I rushed down the steps and got into my hearse.

Now for revenge...

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

I cried my eyes out to Adam, feeling so bad that I was putting all of my emotions on him all at once.

"It's just...I don't know who else to talk to, I don't know what to do," I wheezed out, my chest heaving and tears streaming down my face.

Adam started to talk in a stern voice, "Clare there is nothing you can do now. You got the sides to all of our stories about what happened to you last night. Just because Jake keeps telling you this bull shit that Eli took you away from him, and brought you into a bar to get you drunk so you'll have sex with him, doesn't mean you have to believe it Clare!"

My eyes opened, and I asked, "But how do I know?"

"Other than the fact that I was there and as your best friend am honestly telling you that Eli is telling the truth? Well does anything feel different...you know where?" He asked me as I shook my head. "Do you feel like you were touched anywhere besides your waist?" I shook my head once again.

Adam laughed and asked, "Then why can't you just believe Eli? He did so much for you Clare. He kept you safe, he covered for you, and he even paid close to three hundred dollars for your drunken mistake. Eli has never done anything like this before...and he's changed a lot. I've seen Eli at his worst, but this is the time where you have to pay attention because he's at his best right now Clare. I've never seen him so emotional towards someone. He really likes you Clare and he would never, ever, do anything to hurt you."

I gulped and asked, "What about Jake?"

"The idiot's a compulsive liar Clare! He is lying to you just to win you over so he can get back at Eli," Adam told me trying to convince me that Jake hurt me and caused me to drink.

I sighed, holding my coffee with a shaky hand and breathing heavily out of my nose.

"Don't you think if Eli really took you away from Jake, that Jake would have tried to at least keep you by his side? Jesus Clare if he's going to lie at least tell him to lie well!" He raised his voice unintentionally.

I rolled my eyes, and said, "I can just not talk to both of them."

"Yeah, but, Clare honestly you can't do that to Eli. Eli doesn't deserve the silent treatment from you. He'll literally go insane if you don't talk to him. He was in my room today and his hands were shaking so much I thought he had Parkinsons. He's telling the truth Clare."

I nodded, and asked, "Where is he? I need to talk to him."

Adam looked at me, giving me this strange expression, as if he was hesitant in telling me where he was.

"Where is he?" I asked Adam.

Adam's phone buzzed on the table and when I saw it was a text from Eli I quickly snatched it and flipped the phone open.

"Hey! Don't read that!" Adam screeched.

My eyes bulged and I yelled, "You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

END OF CHAPTER 13

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