Eli's POV
I didn't let Clare see how mad I really was about the whole Fitz situation. Truth is I'm fuming. How could he try to get to me through Clare? My Clare? He has no right. No right to talk to her, or touch her...

God forbid he ever lay one of his disgusting hands on her. Ugh shake it off Eli. You won't let that happen. No way, no how. Fitz will not touch Clare.

I walk down the hall trying to clear my head when I see Fitz outside with his buddies. I lose it. I walk out the door and straight up to him.

"You're a big man Fitzy. Using Clare to get back at me," I hiss.

"Girl came to me man. Looks like she's looking for a boyfriend who wears less eye make-up than she does," He shoots back. I step closer to him.

"If you hurt her..." Fitz cuts me off.

"You'll what tough guy." I hesitate. No violence Eli, you promised Clare. I wish I hadn't though.

"That's what I thought," Fitz spat before walking away with his friends. "But don't worry, when we have sex. I'll be gentle," He chuckles.

I lean against the railing to regain my balance. Clare would never have sex with Fitz...but what if he doesn't give her a choice.

What if he takes advantage, what if he rap...no Eli you can't think like that. Ugh, I have to think of something. Something that will keep Clare safe and get back at Fitz at the same time.

Something...anything...must keep Clare safe at all costs.

Clare's POV
This is all my fault. Why did I agree to go to the dance with Fitz? This is all happening because of me. I have to find Eli. I have to warn him. Adam said he went looking for me. I shouldn't have blown up at him like that, or maybe I did do the right thing.

Maybe he deserved it. I understand that he was upset, but there was no reason to poison Fitz. I wouldn't do it so he had too. God, why couldn't he just let it go? I could have gone to the dance with Fitz, he could have just apologized and that would have been the end of it. But no Eli had to push him, push far over the edge. Now Fitz is out for revenge...out for blood.

I see Eli leaning against the lockers with his iPod on. I run up to him and yank the earphones out of his ears.

"Come with me, Fitz has a knife," I say frantically. He looks emotionless and doesn't move. "This is where we run. Let's go," I say pulling on his arm.

"I won't let that jerk scare me," He says unable to be moved. What is he not getting here?

"Eli, he has a knife," I practically spell out for him. We hear someone bang against the lockers down the hall.

"Aww don't you two look cute," Fitz hisses. I can't help but stare at the knife in his hand.

"You should go," I say shaken. "And let pretty boy make time with my date," He says angrily.

"Please Fitz, don't do this," I plead.

"Shut up, B****," He snaps. I feel Eli's hand on my arm. He pushes me toward the other side of the hallway.

"Get away from me," He says. I back into the locker. I want to scream, but I can't find the strength. This can't be happening.

"Look I'm sorry about before. About everything. You win, "Eli apologizes.

"I've heard that before," Fitz scoffs stepping closer.

"Stop, I'm serious," Eli whispers.

"So am I! You're had this coming for a while. What's wrong emo boy, out of smart-a** comments," Fitz hisses shoving Eli into the corner.

"Please don't do this," Eli pleads one last time.

"Someone's gotta shut you up," Fitz says plunging the knife toward Eli.

"No," Eli screams at the exact same time I hear a scream escape my mouth, Eli slides down the wall and Fitz backs away.

I run over to him. There's no blood, no cut. I look up to see the knife jabbed into the wall. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry. You can bleach out urine stains," Fitz chuckles. Then I hear the police approach.

"Hands up, nobody move!" Trust me, nobody wants to.