Okay, sorry this chapter took a bit longer, I was trying to balance RP, with school, with oboe, and stuff at home, and it shortened my time to write. Sorry :( Now, for those that follow my twitter, you might know that the SUMMARY OF THIS STORY WILL CHANGE. I'm doing this because the story is not heading where I want it to head and I can't even put it back on track, so this means I have to change the summary (I'll change it when I write a good one).
Thank you to my lovely beta reader EFlareDegrassi who took time out of her busy schedule to edit this, even though she said she really couldn't do it today. Yup, she's awesome :)
Oh yeah, thank you to all that reviewed and put this story on alerts and favorites. It's means so much :) and the hits on this story have DOUBLED! Completely mind blowing! :D :D :D Thank you to all that made that possible. :)
Well, I'm going to let you read this now. Enjoy this, and I hope you figure out why I'm changing the summary :)
Disclaimer: I now own a purity ring but I do not own Degrassi.
Chapter 3:
Clare steps into my room in a soaking wet white dress shirt. I sit there on my bed, watching her as she stands in my doorway. My eyes bulge at the sight of her. It's her school uniform, well, half of it. She manages to make it the sexiest thing ever. White...and wet, oh man, I'm in for a rough time. It's just, everybody knows white is the most see through color when it's wet, it ultimately makes any guy in love with you—well, if the guy is a pig that really LOVES girl's bodies, or some guy that really wants something from you.
Clare, why are you so beautiful? Why are you so captivating? Why are you the master of torturing me?
How can I resist you if you're wearing that oh so sexy uniform? Clare my darling, you're tempting me to take you away and let me be all yours. I know you want me to give in to you, but you must know I can't do that. You'll learn about the real me: the little orphan boy that steals, gets into fights, and can barely read on a fifth grade level. That doesn't sound appealing now does it?
"Elijah" Clare drawls and my heart began thumping wildly. I don't remember telling her my name, how come she knows it. She slowly walks towards my bed with a seductive smile on her face. My face turns noticeably red and she smiles brightly. I think she enjoys my reactions to her.
Clare sits down on my lap, her legs are on each side of my waist. "You look stressed...here, let me help you relax." She whispers in my ear, and then takes off my shirt.
"C-Clare...I can't do this," I say breathlessly as she begins to massage my shoulders. I hiss in pleasure. She then places light kisses on my neck and jawline, and I stifle a moan. Why is she doing this to me? What is she trying to make me do, give in to her? Well, I'm not...but, if this continues, I don't know how long I'll last.
"Clare, s-stop, please." I breath out, closing my eyes.
"You look like you're enjoying it, why should I stop?" She asks biting my neck hard and I moan loudly. Dang it. I'm really hating my hormones right now. Can't I not be attracted to her! Gosh! "See, you're really...excited." She continues, as her fingers brush my lower area. She continues kissing my neck while feeling all over my body, giving me pleasure here and there.
Somehow my hands snaked their way to her waist. I hold her close to me, not wanting to let go. "See, you're fine." Clare says in my ear then kisses my lips. I feel my body buzz in pleasure.
I begin to kiss her back...
"Elijah...Elijah wake up." I hear Clare say and I moan. "Come on Elijah." She insists and my eyes lazily opened.
The first thing I see is Clare, who is sitting on my bed in her wrinkly school uniform. It was a long sleeved white shirt—the same one in my dream—with a navy blue tie and skirt. Her curly auburn hair was in knots, and her blue eyes glare at me like I'm a criminal. My face looses some of its color. Did she hear me in my sleep? Oh man, if she did then I'm in some serious trouble.
My eyes shift down her body and land on her hands. They are bandaged with some of my gauze and I can see the swelling. I wonder what happened to her hands, and how my gauze got wrapped around them. Maybe she had hurt herself last night and I just bandaged them. Clare angrily walks over to one of my cabinets and opens it. Inside there are a couple glasses, and a large bottle sitting in the corner. It was a clear bottle with a slightly opened cap, and inside it contained clear liquid.
"Elijah, do you know what this is?" She asks angrily and I shake my head. I've never seen a bottle that big in my entire life. "It's vodka!" She shouts and my eyes widen. What in the world is vodka! I would tell her I can barely read on a fifth grade level but then she'd wonder why. "Were you drunk last night! Is that why you were all over me!" Whoa what!
Vodka. What the heck is vodka! Please, someone tell me what that is, because I have no idea what she's talking about...
Man, I don't even remember anything I did with her last night. All I remember was trying to fall asleep for hours, but my insomnia gets in the way of that. "Clare, I have no idea what the heck vodka is. So why would I drink something I don't know about?" I asked calmly and she walked away to dump the bottle in the sink.
"Sure, you don't know what it is. Even my eight year old cousin knows what vodka is." Clare said coldly as she continued dumping the contents of the bottle in the sink.
"Look, I didn't do anything. I spent hours trying to fall asleep because of my stupid insomnia!" I snapped and her grip tightened on the bottle.
"Funny Eli, insomnia, yeah, because children have that nowadays. Get your mom to read you a bed time story." She said icily and something in me snapped.
"My parents are dead to me! I'm all alone in this apartment everyday because my parents abandoned me! You don't know me, so don't go saying things that you don't know, you ignorant little—"
She smashed the bottle over my head and then left.
I had left soon after.
Eli's Journal Entry #4
First, ask yourself this: Do I look like a drinker? In any way do I seem like I'd drink half a bottle of vodka? I don't think so.
Now Clare, not only was she in my home (I have no idea how she got there), she insulted me. She claimed that I was drunk! Me, drunk! Clare said I was all over her, meaning touchy-touchy with her. (Ha! Yeah right!) Now, lets get this straight, I am attracted to Clare, but I would never disrespect her in that way; which means, I WOULDN'T GROPE HER! Goodness!
So I decide to defend myself by saying my insomnia has been giving me troubles again. I'm not lying, aren't I? I mean, my insomnia has been worse ever since I saved Clare and Adam! So if anything is wrong, it's them, for making my insomnia worse than it already is! UGH! She just made me so mad!
"Funny Eli, insomnia, yeah, because children have that nowadays. Get your mom to read you a bed time story." —Clare doesn't know me, she didn't have a right to attack my personal problems, especially my parents. She has no right to attack me about that... Man you can't imagine how mad this is making me.
After all that, she smashed—
I dropped my pencil.
I fell face first on the ground and vomited.
Then everything went black.
...
In the distance, a young couple walked around the neighborhood. They saw a small body laying on the sidewalk, all crumpled up, and bleeding from his head. The girl screamed in horror, and the boy's eyes widened. The boy on the ground remained unmoving, much to their horror.
"J.T. get him up, we're taking him with us. He needs help!" The girl commanded and J.T. did so.
"Hang in there little guy...you'll be fine." J.T. said holding the boy's hand then squeezing it lightly.
The boy squeezed back...