The second chapter. My internet is down, so when I finally upload this, a few chapters will be up already to spike your interest. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted me to rate this story M? Hmmm? Let me know in the reviews! Oh and if you like my writing, I will gladly except any story requests and promise to do the best I can.

Clare's POV

"Pancakes, orange juice and bananas!" Darcy yelled running into my room.

"Wow, so when did you go on this grocery store trip, all of a sudden there's food in the house? What a change?" I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah," She said shaking her head. "When did you go on this glorious shopping spree? I mean really, darling these clothes do wonders for your body?" She laughed.

This is one of the many reasons I loved Darcy. She was the only person besides Ali, and another friend named Jenna, who could actually survive in a bantering conversation with me. It was the glue of our sisterhood. Darcy was right though, when she told me the clothing did wonders.

We rummaged through my drawers and pulled out the remaining fabrics to my outfit and then examined it in the mirror. An orange ruffle tank, with dark khaki short shorts from an old store named Abercrombie. They were cute and made my pale legs look not so pale so I liked them. I wore brown buckle motorcycle boots and my favorite cheap Monday jean jacket. A nice Clare Edwards combination. I grabbed my leather cross-body bag off the hook and raced Darcy down the stairs.

It was Tuesday, a long week ahead; although I've heard teens say that I wasn't sure if it was true, I've never been to school…so.

"So what really happened between you and that guy Eli?" She asked popping a blueberry in her mouth.

"Wow. So because Eli Goldsworthy asked the new girl for a pen, and she didn't have one…it's the talk of the school?" I asked, and she just nodding, biting into a pancake.

"Wow," I started peeling a banana. "That's pathetic." I laughed. Darcy nodded and agreed.

"I know. It really is, but what do you expect them to talk about. Clare, I know you're new at this but these kids are tough. I mean, what they're all sitting around waiting for Wesley Betencamp to straighten his mop of curls, or for Katy Matlin to lose her virginity to Drew, when in reality we could all be talking about the damage happening in Kenya! Or the need for new power squad uniforms…I wouldn't mind that." She laughed.

I looked at her and got the giggles like usually. Got the giggles is something I remember my father would say, I always said it.

"Yeah, but don't they ever have an actual conversation about this stuff. Like you said about the curly hair and the virgin girl, do these things ever happen or are they rumors spread by board inpatient teens?" I asked, really wondering.

"Hmm, maybe a little bit of both." She said laughing.

We shared the rest of our breakfast, discussing how our day would go along. We finished and I freshened up in the mirror in the hall by placing orange flower studs in, and two bracelets on each wrist. I brushed my teeth and reapplied my makeup heading out the door for another fun day of high school.

Eli's POV

"Clare." I asked heading to her locker.

"Hmm?" The blue eyed beauty said, not lifting her head up once.

"Look, I'm really sorry about yesterday. It was your decision not to give me the pen or not." I smirked.

She nodded, still buried in her locker.

"So, I was thinking maybe after school I could show you the Dot? It's this really good place to get burgers and shakes."

"Mmm, I don't think so." She smiled, closing her locker holding quite the pile of books.

"Well, why not?"

"Eli? Really? You want to know?" She laughed.

"Yes, kind of. What do you have against hanging out with me?" I smirked pointing to myself.

"What do I have against you?" She asked me walking, as I trailed behind her like lost puppy.

"Well, for starters you are the last person I would ever interact with. Sports, parties, and just the whole feeling of being on the in-crowd really isn't appealing to me. And even though I look like that girl that is completely useless to the opposite sex, except for other reasons you're wrong. I have no interest in guys like you–."

"Guys like me?" She shot me daggers.

"Yes, guys like you. Guys like you that are completely self-obsessed thinking, oh what could go wrong I'm Eli Goldsworthy. Wrong. You were thinking that yesterday when you talked to me weren't you. It really is unbelievable. Oh, and back to why I refuse to go on a coffee run with you. It's sad, because I've been to the Dot before and their burgers and shakes really aren't that great. You're saving that one special place to bring that one special girl to, aren't you Eli? Yeah. That's what I thought."

She smiled, and I wish I could have seen the look on my face.

Clare's POV

"So, how's that for my opinion?" She asked, turning the corner into her math class.

I finished my vegetarian sandwich, reading a Cosmo magazine sitting with Ali at the picnic table outside.

"Okay, how about this one?" She asked me for probably the umpteenth time.

"Ali…how do I put this?" I smiled resting my hands on the table.

"Every single flashy, glittery, body-con skirt you've shown me will show enough to grab any guys attention at Jenna's party Friday night." I smiled, getting the giggles.

"That's not what I was asking…I want it to grab Dave's attention." Ali smiled pointing to a small, bald headed Jamaican with a pink shirt on and shorts. I giggled.

"Since when do you like pink on guys?" I laughed.

"I don't but for some reason I really like it on him...wait you don't remember him? Dave, from your fourteenth birthday tried to shove his tongue down my throat?"

"Oh, yeah, Dave Turner! That guys a perv," I laughed picking up my Vogue magazine.

"Yep, but he's mine. So hands off alright?" She laughed pointing a finger.

"Aye, the pink baldy is all yours darling."

"Good, I'll make sure to stay away from that Goldsworthy of yours." She smirked.

"Uh, really? We're bringing this up again?" I groaned tossing my head back.

"Yes, because I know he likes you." She laughed.

"Ali, I met him yesterday and unlike some one I don't believe in love at first sight." I smiled.

Ali looked at me like she didn't comprehend. "You wouldn't understand." I laughed, balling the saran wrap up, tossing it to her nose.

Eli's POV

"Hey! Clare?" I yelled, jogging to meet her at the end of the hallway. I watched her speed her walking up a little but slowed down when I reached her giving up.

"I don't know Goldsworthy, maybe it's me but I think some ones a little upset about no alone time with me." She laughed. Teasing me.

"Yeah, I know. I've been trying and trying but damn you don't give in." I laughed, and for some odd reason she smiled too.

"Why won't you spend time with me?" I asked, before thinking. It just kind of came out.

"Because, I know all you want is a good time. Don't get me wrong, I'd give you a good time but I have too much self-respect to fall for a boy like you." She smiled nonchalantly.

"Okay, don't spend time with me. I'll spend time with you."

"Okay, but we aren't going to the Dot. We're going to Leopardi's." She said taking my wrist out to her car.

"Where?"

Clare's POV

When we got there it was just like always. Big sterling silver coffee machines were bubbling with vanilla and creamer, brewing and steaming coffee any way you'd like it. Men in headdresses with Red Indian dots on their beautiful tan foreheads were springing, and trotting around barefooted, making nervous young adults smile even though they were filling out college applicants.

I took Eli's wrist, bravely and led him to the back. There were two round chairs that were the most beautiful color of fuchsia lined with interesting intricate designs making any print disappear. Two tan men wobbled over on their bony feet, prickled with Goosebumps from the cold tile floors.

"Hello." I smiled lifting up a menu, even though I knew what I was getting.

"One medium coffee with extra cream and three sugars. Eli will have the same." I nodded.

"Actually, I don't drink coffee." He smiled politely. I looked at him like he was cuckoo bananas. "Well today you do" I mumbled sweetly.

"So…what is this place, and why didn't we go to an American coffee shop?" He asked me.

"Because, coffee isn't coffee unless it's made here, or by me." I giggled. Eli laughed.

"So, is there a reason you don't drink coffee?" I asked questionably. "Nah, I mean I've tried it before I just didn't really like it." I laughed. "Well. Like you said you've never been here, you've never had Leopardi's."

When he was going to talk a man, a different one with white hair and golden jewels came by. "Here you are." He smiled at me.

I nodded and picked mine up taking a big gulp, loving that hot liquid burning down my throat.

"Yum." I smiled, looking over at Eli who sat there uncomfortably looking at the green ceramic mug.

"You drink it." I laughed. "No thanks." He said.

"Okay. Your choice." I nodded, drinking it some more. He just sat there.

"So, when I did say yes to this outing, your plan was to sit here and stare at your coffee while we listened to other peoples conversations in the room?" I laughed silently.

"Uhm, no. My plan was for us to share a burger, and drink the shake that I would have gotten Peter to secretly spike so you'd be all crazy for me…but since I've learned you're a pain in the ass who likes to have her way, it's scary sitting next to someone who's so damn controlling…and attractive." He smirked.

I blushed and looked away. I set my empty mug on the table down. He watched me as I reached for his, and brought it slowly to my full lips, tilting it back, more, more, more…

He pulled it away from me and pressed it to his lips right where mine had been.

Eli's eyes got bigger than big when he tilted his head back gulping down the sweetness.

"So, did I tell you, or did I tell you?" I smiled.

"Clare Edwards, you were right." He laughed.

So…I don't know if I like the ending but the next chapter will be up soon:)