Just a Bit More Than I Should.

I was fed up with being bullied. Fitz had gone too far. I mean, really. Kicking me in the crotch? He was in for it.

"Eli, please don't get yourself hurt." Clare begged. We were standing in front of her locker. I shrugged, smirking.

"No promises." She smacked my arm. I dramatically gasped and rubbed where she hit me. "So, it's okay for you to hit me, but not Fitz?" Clare nodded, smug.

"Yeah, pretty much." I smiled at her, before being pushed into Clare's locker. What the hell? I looked up. Fitz. I sneered.

"Okay, seriously? What did I ever do to you?" I yelled. People watched with their eyes locked on Fitz and I. Clare had backed up and I could tell she was scared.

"Eh, nothing."

"Then why the hell do you keep using me as a personal punching bag?"

"You're an easy target." I couldn't deal with this anymore. I pushed him. He didn't go very far, showing that he was stronger than me. I didn't let that get in the way. He shook his head, smirking.

"You're in for it, Goldsworthy." I shrugged.

"Bring it on."

"Eli, no.." I heard Clare say.

"Clare, don't worry ab-" Before I could finish the sentence, I was punched in the face. I heard Clare gasp. I really didn't want her watching. I could feel blood dripping from my nose. I ignored the pain and punched Fitz back. He stumbled back, but not very far. I internally groaned. Why does he have to be so big?

"You think you're pretty cool, dontcha Eli?" I shrugged.

"Cooler than you." Good job, Eli. I earned another punch in the face with that line. I pushed him, once again. "Obviously you can't handle the truth." I decided to add something at the end, just for the fun of it. "Ape." He growled. I'm serious. He growled. Before his fist reached my stomach, a man's voice cut through the fight. Mr. Simpson.

"Cut it out, cut it out! Everyone get to class!" I tried to sneak away, but was caught. "Goldsworthy. Fitzgerald. My office. Now." I groaned, but I couldn't help but internally laugh at Fitz's last name. Or, should I say.. Fitzgerald's last name. I looked behind me and some students were still lingering in the halls, but Clare stood, staring at me. I gave her a reasurring smile. She smiled back. I motioned for her to get to class and she obeyed, turning around, but not before waving goodbye. I slightly smiled at her retreating figure. When I turned around, I realized that I was just about to run into a pole.

"Oh, woah.." I quickly steered out of the way of the pole and Mr. Simpson turned around.

"Everything.. okay?" He asked. He was acting way to calm with this whole situation, but I was sure we would hear enough of it in his office.

"Uh, yeah. Just.. wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Satisfied with my answer, he turned around, continuing to lead us to his office. The whole way there, Fitz.. gerald was sneering at me and I smirked, just to get on his nerves. We got to Mr. Simpson's office.

"Sit." He gestured to two chairs in front of his desk. After I sat down, I grabbed a tissue and a drop of germ-x and wiped the blood from under my nose. "You kids know that there is a no violence policy, correct?"

"Yeah." Fitz and I answered simutaneously.

"Then, mind explaining why you were fighting in the hallway?" I lifted my hands up in an innocent way.

"Hey, he started it. When you push someone into a locker, you have to expect something back." I knew the line wouldn't get me off the hook. Fitz started to say something, but Mr. Simpson cut him off.

"Mr. Goldsworthy," He sounded so formal. Come on, I'm an eleventh grader.. in a principal's office. Is there really a need to be formal? "just because someone hits you, doesn't mean you hit them back. And as for you, Fitz. Is there a certain reason that you attacked Mr. Goldsworthy?" I spoke up, knowing Fitz would probably lie.

"Uh, I can answer that. He said I was an 'easy target.'" Mr. Simpson raised his eyebrows and averted his attention to the fuming Fitz.

"Is this true, Mr. Fitzgerald?"

"Yeah." Fitz mumbled. I smiled smugly.

"That does not mean that I'm letting you off easy, Mr. Goldsworthy." The smile wiped off my face. "You two will both have detention for two weeks." I groaned. Come on! Fitz shrugged. He obviously has gotten detention a lot, no doubt. "Now get to class." I looked at the time and grinned. It was time for English, meaning more time with Clare.

"What are you smiling about, Goldsworthy?" Fitz sneered. I shrugged.

"Oh, nothing, Fitzgerald."

...

Clare looked up and smiled as I entered the English room.

"Mind explaining why you're late, Mr. Goldsworthy?" Okay, I was getting sick of being called by my last name.

"Had to have a talk with Mr. Simpson." I took my seat in front of Clare.

"Don't let it happen again." Ms. Dawes turned back to the board and I took the oppurtunity to turn around to Clare.

"What happened?" She asked eagerly. I shrugged.

"Nothing really. Fitz and I have detention for two weeks." She smacked my shoulder.

"Good job, big boy."

"Again with the hitting!"

"I hope you and Ms. Edwards have fun in detention." I looked up and saw Ms. Dawes staring down at me. I could hear Clare quietly groan.

"Ooh, thanks." She hissed.

"Hey, some of that was your fault. Maybe if you hadn't hit me, that wouldn't of happened."

"Yeah, because it's all my fault."

"Would you two like another day?" Ms. Dawes interrupted our conversation and I saw Clare's cheeks redden. I smirked.

"No thanks." I answered. Ms. Dawes slightly glared at me. I just smugly smiled at her. She turned back to the board, writing something down about our homework assignment. I glanced at the clock. Five minutes left. Clare and I agreed that we would hang out after school, which would now be ending in four minutes.

"Class, I'll let you out earlier, but Ms. Edwards and Mr. Goldsworthy, you can grab your detention slips up here." Clare and I got up from our desks and walked to the front. After handing us the slips, she waved.

"See you two tomorrow." Clare and I rolled our eyes and left. After telling Clare that I would meet her by Morty when I was done at my locker, I walked off to my locker. I set my books in and took out my binder with my homework assignment in it and put it in my knapsack. I slammed my locker door shut and walked outside to Morty. Clare wasn't there yet, so I leaned against the hood, waiting for her appearance. I had grown to like Clare.. Maybe a bit more than I should. I soon saw her walk through the doors and she smiled at me. And if I was correct, she liked me too. She walked up to me.

"Ready to go?" She asked. I nodded and opened her passenger door. She smiled in thanks and I walked over to my door. Opening it, she groaned. I shot her a quizzical glance.

"I can't believe you got me detention."

"All in a day's work." She smacked my shoulder.

"Seriously? Again?"

A/N: I wrote this, because.. something was screaming at me to write it. :) Should I continue it? I can't decide if I want to just keep it as a one-shot, or continue it as maybe a two or three-shot or maybe even.. a multi-chap(: Please review. Thanks for reading!

Love,
Dominique(:

P.S. In case you were wondering, the last line was said by Eli. (: Just to clear that up, in case you didn't know.. yeah.. (: