Clare's POV
"Eli what are we going to do? We can't let Adam go through with this," I say frustrated.
"I know, but what can we do? He's already made up his mind," Eli sighs.
"What you have no plan for once," I ask in disbelief. His expression is unreadable as he pushes past me. Looks like I'm on my own.
What to do...what to do...hmm...that could work! Thought can to me. If I throw a stink bomb into the test room, everyone will have to evacuate the building. Connor once taught me how to make the perfect stink bomb.
At the time I didn't really care, I mean what would I ever need a stink bomb for, but now...now I need one.
But what if I get caught? I'll get expelled! Ugh what do I do?
I'm gonna do it! Adam's my friend and I can't let him get hurt.
He's worth getting in trouble.
Eli's POV
I spot Adam waiting by a bus. "What are you doing here? Isn't Clare going to be mad," Adam asks.
"Clare doesn't understand. Sometimes you have to be there for your bud," I smile. He gives me a slight smile back, but it soon turns into anger as Fitz walks over.
Adam walks up to him and starts freaking out. He punches him and screams "I'm not a girl."
"Whoa Adam calm down," I yell at him. Fitz swings around and slaps me across the face. I fall to the ground and touch my mouth. Blood stains my fingers.
Great! Clare is going to love this! Suddenly everyone comes running out of the school.
"Some loser set off a stink bomb," I heard someone yell. I quickly grab Adam's shoulder to pull him away before we get caught. We leave Fitz lying on the ground, slumped over in pain.
Adam had kneed him in his 'personal area'. Good, serves him right. Hurts,huh, Fityz! "You're dead," He yells after us. Get over man, we won. You're a loser!
The next day I go looking for Clare. I spot her in the library. She is watching Simpson through the glass wall.
"Hiding from the po-po," I ask stepping behind her. She jumps.
"Just looking for a book," She says, placing the one in her hand backs on the shelf. Her eyes never leaving Simpson.
"Saving the world one stink bomb at a time," I say. She looking a little surprised and then smirks at me.
"I knew it was you," I smirk back.
"Someone had to stop Fitz from hurting Adam. One second more and he would have kicked Adam's butt," She says defending herself.
"I was the one getting killed," I correct her.
"Oh no Simpson's coming over! He knows I did it! I'm gonna get expelled," She starts freaking out.
"Three day suspension, max. Only if you get caught," I say.
"Maybe I should just confess. Throw myself at his mercy," She sighs.
"Or let me handle it," I say walking toward Simpson. "Sir, I hate to be a rat but I think you should question Mark Fitzgerald about the stink bomb. I heard him bragging about it."
"Clare is this true," Simpson asks turning to look at her.
"Possibly," She says quickly.
"Ok. I'll look into it," He says satisfied, walking away. I turn to Clare. "Justice has been served."
"If Fitz finds out," She argues.
"I'll handle it. Now let's talk about something more important. Like how you're gonna thank me for throwing Simpson off your scent," I say.
"What'd you have in mind," She smirks.
"Well I don't know," I say leaning into kiss her. What am I doing! I pull away and she looks breathless.
"I have a French exam," I say.
"I think you just passed it," She breathes.
I walk out smirking, leaving Clare to wonder about that kiss.
I can't wait to see her later.