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Clare's POV

"So…you two got coffee together and you brought him to Leopardi's?" Ali asked, on the other line.

I was in my bedroom, in my pajamas listening to some CD Darcy picked me up today, Indie pop or something, thinking about today I realized I hadn't told Ali. It wasn't a huge secret, I just…hadn't told her. Ali was known for her incessant drama, and extremely long eyelashes. She had quite the yap on her, too.

"Yes, but please don't freak when I tell you I don't hate him as much as yesterday."

"AH! Clare! You know what this means?" She said in a sing song voice "You've got a boyfriend; you got a boyfriend, uh-huh…wait, and does this mean you're not going to Jenna's party as my date?"

"Ali. No. I don't have a boyfriend and even if I did he may even be the last person I would choose to be with. Yes Ali, I'm still your date and I still get to go sluttly outfit shopping with you. Don't worry about a thing." I smiled.

"Good. Because I found this super cute outfit…and it's too small for me, would my bestest friend in the world do me the honor of wearing it?" She asked ever so cutely.

"Oh course All's, but I gotta go. Cramming for the bio test tomorrow. Plus I think I hear a banana split calling my name. Bye." I hung up, slipping on a pair of house boots and rushed downstairs.

I found Darcy in the kitchen, humming along to the twin CD we had. She seemed to be enjoying it much more than me.

"Clare, we have to talk." She smiled, sliding a three scoop sundae in front of me, drizzled with fudge…or what I liked to call the Talking Treasure. Darcy would make these special sundaes every time she needed to tell me something bad, or warn me of any danger. And by danger I mean drama. I think I've gained at least ten pounds from these treats.

"Mmm, whatever it is, shoot." I said picking up the sterling spoon, shoving in a mouthful.

"Clare, I don't want you hanging around Eli." She smiled, halfheartedly.

"Why?"

"Because. All that boy wants is–"

"A good time I know," I cut her off. "And I know you don't think I can handle myself around seven foot jocks, but your wrong." I frowned.

"Clare," she said coming to sit with me at the bar in our kitchen. "I know you can handle yourself well just like any other very responsible teenager…but I just want you to know that you have no idea. No idea what it's like to fall for a guy who can get any girl he wants, but chooses you, then decides he could do better." She frowned, too.

"Actually I do. Remember Jake? Even though that was in middle school it still hurt. He was my very first crush. Eli is completely different though. One, we aren't even interested in each other," I began listing on my fingers.

"Two, I met him yesterday, and three…I've learned. I may be new at this whole high school relationship anything, or whatever you want to call it, but I know. Trust me Darcy I know." I smiled, hugging her.

"Clare, I'm still going to be worried. Every moment you're alone with him. You think you two have no interest in each other? Sorry my dear sweet child, sorry. But you are sadly mistaken." She tapped my nose, coming back from the hug.

"I'm not asking you not to worry. Worry; worry your frilly pink socks off. But trust me, that is all I'm asking." I smiled, spooning a serving into my mouth.

"Fine, you have my full trust. Now that we've had this talk…I get the rest." She said, jumping up and taking it back.

"What? No! Not fair!" I whined, following her into the hallway, ice cream sticky and wet dripped on the hard wood floors.

Eli's POV, the next morning.

I slung my pack onto my left shoulder, entering school the next day. Was this really where I spent eight hours a day? As I got closer to my locker, there were three notes stuck on it. I opened the first two papers, colored purple. They were of course letters from unwanted girls on havoc for attention. I tossed them in the back of my locker somewhere, where the rest of the sad love letters ended up. I opened the white sheet of paper, reading what was written.

Hey Eli,

Just wondering if you were going to be at the party at Jenna's tonight.

Catch me if you can ;)

I turned my head with a raised eyebrow and saw a familiar girl, with long oatmeal curls turning the corner hearing a small sinister laugh. Only adorable for her. It wasn't like the other notes. The other letters were desperate and needy, not Clare's.

I headed to my homeroom after shutting my locker and taking the one note along.

"Yeah, I think she really–" A ginger was talking to some dark haired girl, with almond shaped eyes when she turned to me and screeched. Damn, last week's bang.

"Eli!" She shrieked coming over, playfully punching me in the arm. "You never called me. Why?" She asked getting really close. "I, ohm…sorry. Forgot I guess." I stumbled. She nodded slowly, keeping her space. "So, what are you plans for the weekend?" She asked.

"Not you." I said rudely getting up. The red head toppled onto the next seat, grimacing at the back of my head. "Well, I have cheer practice and as far as I know you aren't on the team!"

"Ouch," I scoffed turning around. "You really need to work on the burns. Hairy Jerry." I smirked.

"It's Holly J!" She yelped, getting flustered from the laughing class mates. I laughed, taking a seat next to K.C. A friend.

"So, how are you and that Clare girl?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

"What?" I asked, smirking. This is what I wanted, everyone to think were together. I know she cares what people think, and I know she likes me. I just have to prove it. Exactly what I wanted.

"Dude, she's real cute, and that body! Woo, she'd be a nice bang." K.C said, slumping back in his chair crossing his arms.

"Yeah." I laughed, playing it cool even though I took offense to that strongly. For some reason…

Clare's POV

"Clare dear, could you come up to the board?"

Ugh. I loved advanced English, it was a real challenge but when an eleventh grade teacher tells a tenth grade student to come up to the board…it's a little frightening. I showed no emotion besides confidence, when I walked myself to Mrs. Dawes, was it, grabbing the stick of chalk.

"Nicely done Clare!" She congratulated, before the bell suddenly rang making me hop a little. I smiled, and turned averting my attention to my things at the desk I was at. A strong tap to my shoulders and I looked up to meet those annoyingly gorgeous green eyes. "Hey, are you in this class for third period?" I asked him, still gathering my things.

"Actually no Edwards, but I am a little hurt that you hadn't noticed me once this whole forty five minutes. I was right behind you?" He laughed a little pointing to the abandoned desk. "Oh, sorry. This is my favorite class, didn't notice you." I shrugged leaving the room only to have him follow behind.

"Wait, Clare?"

"Yeah?" I asked paying no attention.

"You're going to Jenna's right…? Because if you're not I'm going to feel really stupid telling all my friends that I got a note from you when it wasn't from you." He blushed, lowering his head.

"Yes, it was from me. Yeah, I'm going to be there. But don't bother asking me to go." I laughed.

"What, why?"

"Cause' I'm going with Ali. I like going to parties with her, it gives me a reason to dress like a total slut, that reason being, she won't let me leave the house if she doesn't dress me." I smiled letting out a cute giggle.

"C'mon baby, I could dress you...or undress you. We would have a blast." I smirked, showing firework gestures with my fingers.

"Hmm, sounds tempting. But I know your game Goldsworthy. You wanna talk; you wanna flirt, and kiss. It'll all lead up to one night you think any girl would die for. But then you'll leave me just like all of your pretty little girlfriends–"

"I don't have any girlfriends."

"Whatever, it's still a game. You're still gonna treat me just like all of them. And when that night is over, I'll be begging for more, am I right?" I asked, raising my brows.

He nodded slowly.

"Yeah, two can play this game Goldsworthy." I smirked, walking to my car.

Okay, next chapter will be up…right now! I'm uploading two at a time so I can get done with this story…not that I don't like it…but…I want to write other things ya know? Okay? Okay. Reviews!

Oh, and I really need some good requests! I will write anything, for Eclare:) ANYTHING. It could be totally ordinary, or really really weird. I'll write it.