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All I Need

Chapter 2

As soon as Ali found out that Clare and Eli had made it official, the whole school knew in mere minutes. Even the anti-grapevine had picked it up;

Hey Degrassi-ites, Chantey here with some juicy gossip to quench all of your thirst!

Clare Edwards, grade 10. Braniac, vampire fan fictionist, dating Eli Goldsworthy, grade 11, Goth, dark, drives a hearse! Where did this match come from? Some say Eli was the closest thing Clare could find to a vampire, and others say she's trying to make ex-boy-footballer-player K.C jealous, who just became Degrassi's newest bachelor after ditching cheerleader Jenna.

Spotted: Jenna trying to lose weight in the workout room, recent blow from K.C making her un-self confident? Or is she preggos?

Spotted: K.C, seething with anger whenever seeing Eli in the hallways.

More on this story later, this was you one and only Chantey Black, the best in gossip and news in Degrassi doings.

Xoxo!

-Anti-grapevine.

Clare skimmed over the article, infuriation playing over her features.

"I can't believe it!" she stormed, as Ali sat on the computer beside her.

"Clare! How could you say that? You were in the anti-grapevine! I would DIE to be involved in the grapevine!" Ali looked at Clare with adoration. Her never-ending pull to popularity was a characteristic Clare never understood.

"So what? They are saying lies! Why would I want to make K.C jealous? I could get him if I wanted to right now, but I don't! How's Eli going to react to all the attention..."

The bell rang, beckoning them all to class. Ali had physics and Clare had her favourite class, English. They parted and went their separate ways and walked down the hall. Suddenly, someone tugged at her arm. Jenna stood there, her foot taping impatiently.

"What is it, Jenna? I got to get to class." Clare said, annoyed, glancing down the hall towards the door to English.

"So, you got K.C to ditch me, huh?" Jenna said accusatorily.

"No, K.C isn't worth the trouble."

"You may say that now, but I know you're still not over him, even if you're trying to get him jealous dating some emo Junior." Jenna was enjoying this as much as Eli enjoyed the colour black.

"Jenna, I really don't care what you have to say. You believe whatever you hear, you steal boyfriends, and you think you're all perfect. Just get out of my face and go meddle in someone else's life."

Clare started to stomp back to her class, only to have Jenna to pull her back.

"I'm not done with you." Jenna demanded, narrowing her eyes at Clare, her seemingly perfect face burrowed in stress.

"Well, I'm done with you, and I think everyone else is done with your crap too."

With that, Clare turned, and walked down the hall triumphantly to class; until she turned. This hall had the lockers to pretty much the entire 10th grade. Suddenly, she heard whispers. And laughs. She moved her binder up closer to her chest and clenched it close.

"Has he bitten you yet, Clare?" laughed a shorter, blonde-haired boy. His friends high-fived him and oohed at his immaturity.

"Hey, Clare, you go from K.C, to a goth kid? A little low for your expectations isn't it?" sneered a snobby loud girl. Her friends laughed around with her, giving Clare judgmental looks.

Don't care what people think. Don't care what people think. Don't care. Don't care. Just like Eli, don't care.

Clare sped down the hall, fast as she could and nearly ran into English, until she heard K.C's voice from around the corner.

"What about $40? Come on, you can buy some new shoes!" his voice pleaded. Clare stood against the fake cool granite wall, listening in. Chantay's shrilling laugh was heard quietly,

"I already posted one, come on, I think I've done enough damage. No one knows who they are anyways; I bring my readers news about people like the cheerleaders. People like Sav, Holy J., and Fiona, not some random Goth kid with Clare Edwards. The only reason I could get away with it was because I fit you and Jenna in there. Although the story is getting quite a bit of buzz..."

"So post another one! Make Clare and Eli's relationship crumble under pressure! $50?"

"Why do you care so much?" Chantey's voice said pointedly. Clare peeked around the corner, hatred in her eyes. K.C's body straightened defensively. Chantey gave him the knowing look and walked away.

"I'll post one more, but because the public demands it, not because you're telling me to. But I'll make it a little worse than it is, okay?" she said, over her shoulder, her heels clicking away into the distance.

K.C smiled and started walking the other way.

Clare's eyes stung with hurt. The sudden realisation slapped her face with all its might; and Clare quickly ran to English before the bell rang. She headed right to her seat, not looking at Eli or anyone, Eli smiled up at her, his classic smirk laying on his lips, but first sight at Clare's distraught face, it turned into a look of anger.

"K.C?" he asked.

Clare shook her head up and down slowly. Eli got up from his seat, grabbed his backpack, and left class. Clare looked at his empty desk, her eyes blurred for a moment, and then she ran out of the class too. The back of Eli walked fearlessly in the hall. Clare ran up, trying to stop him.

"Eli! No! Back to class!" Clare pleaded.

Eli kept a hard face. Walking right up to one of the classrooms doors, the class K.C was in.

"Eli!" Clare demanded in a hiss. She ran by the bathroom so when Eli opened the classroom door she wouldn't be seen. She heard a polite knock by Eli, and Mr. Armstrong opened the door.

"Mrs. Oh would like to see K.C, please. She sent me to get him."

"Sure, Eli, K.C, get your stuff and go see Mrs. Oh." Up K.C got from his seat and out to the hall he bounded. The door closed and K.C turned to Eli.

"Mrs. Oh isn't looking for me, is she?" K.C guessed quickly staring down at Eli. Eli smirked at him, then put his finger up, right in his face,

"Listen here, K.C, I don't need you messing up Clare's life. I. Am. Dating. Her. Not rocket science, buddy. Basic English."

"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything." K.C was a seemingly good liar, but Eli didn't care.

"Do you know what it's like to see her hurt face? It's about the saddest thing you can see, okay? I don't need her sad. She doesn't deserve to be sad because somehow I lucked out and got her, okay?"

"I still haven't done anything." K.C put simply, as if talking to an infant.

"Really?" Came Clare's shaky voice from the bathroom. She walked out and stood right beside Eli.

"I heard you talking to Chantey. You made them post that in the anti-grapevine? That's just stupid!"

"You've got no proof." K.C retaliated.

"I don't need proof; if you don't quit your stupidity, you'll be riding in the back of my hearse to a morgue." Eli stepped closer to K.C, attempting to tower over him.

"You, and what army?" K.C stood over him, an evil glare in his eyes. Though Eli was proud, clam, and cool all the time, fear dashed quickly in his eyes. It was evident that K.C was much stronger than Eli, and Clare knew that. As angry as she was, she figured this needed to be resolved in a humane manner, it may be they way to save Eli.

"Stop! K.C, what happened? I thought we were friends after the break-up; what's going on? Look, I'm over you, plain and simple." Clare started.

K.C just looked quietly to the ground,

"And as much as you think you aren't, you're over me too. We weren't right for each other. But, you're the big football star now, you can get anyone! You just need to wait for the right one to come around."

K.C looked up at Clare, his domain seemed unsure as what to think over this. He smiled, "This has been pretty stupid hasn't it?"

"Pretty much." Eli interjected as Clare threw her elbow into his gut.

"Look, I'll tell everyone to knock it off, I'll stop with the grapevine, and we can go back to...whatever we were before." K.C put his hand out to Clare. She took it with a smile and shook it.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking to Eli. Eli shrugged, still not warmed up to the idea about K.C being a friend. K.C sauntered off back to class.

"I just saved your butt, Eli." Clare giggled.

"Oh, I could've handled him." Eli shrugged protectively. Clare laughed at him,

"Could not, look at your knobby arms." Clare picked him arm up and let in flop back to his side.

"Fine," Eli sighed, "Your right."

"How did saying that feel?" Clare teased,

"It felt like Fitz punched me in the gut."

Clare laughed and bounded towards the doors.

"Clare? What about class?" Eli raised his eyebrows at her in question.

"I'm not getting a late slip, might as well skip." Clare shrugged, Eli smirked and followed with her, and they bounded out the door, giggling and laughing.

Eli quickly looked to her, a genuine smile on his face. And he thought deep inside, Clare's mine, and that's All I Need.

Hey Degrassi-ites,

Chantay here to apologise. The last post about Eli and Clare was totes faulty. I apologise for giving my faithful readers lies. Truth is, Eli and Clare like each other, because they do. Somehow they connected, you know, that cliché wrong-side of the town thing but totes connected? Yah, it's quite cute; I think we have a new power couple, even though they aren't seniors.

Xoxo

-Anti-grapevine.

So, what did you guys think?

I nearly died when I saw all the reviews! This was strictly meant for a one-shot, but because in the author's note I said ' I might write more' people thought I meant more in the story, so I wrote you another chapter anyways I think this should be the end, sorry to say. Just a little two shot :)

By the way, I have another one-shot, but I uploaded it at the absolute worst time, so I only got 5 reviews :P If you would like to could you go check it out? It's called 'As Long as I'm With You' just go to my profile!

I would like to thank my beta, even though she missed a couple of things, don't worry, I fixed them Willow!

Anyways, review my little pretties!

GTG, Degrassi starts in 10!

~Sarahsota