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JUST TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS: HUMOR, STUFF THAT MIGHT TOUCH YOU CLOSE TO HEART, CYBER BULLYING, AND HURTFUL/HUMOROUS SARCASM!

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WHAT AN ASSHOLE-CHAPTER 1

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

I walked into class, my heart pounding from running up and down the steps in thirty seconds because Ali needed to borrow my textbook for her next period.

My eyes averted to the assignment on the board from yesterday that we never got to go over.

I sighed in annoyance, not wanting to do anything. I had a long day, and just wanted to sit and bore myself to death in this class. I didn't want to pair up with my so called "partner," who never did anything but smirk at me and say annoying non nonsensical things.

"Okay class, now before you get into groups or should I say assigned partners, I would like to explain the assignment again," Ms. Dawes announced rushing in and slamming a handful of papers down on her desk causing half the class to jump.

I heard obnoxious breathing behind me, and I rolled my eyes knowing it was the one and only, fucking Elijah Goldsworthy also known as the most annoying partner in the world.

As I tried to concentrate, I felt what I thought was Eli's pencil rub against my bra strap.

I quickly spun around and hissed, "If you touch me one more time, I'm going to permanently remove your fingers."

He mouthed an "ouch," and whispered, "Someone's a bit moody. Is it that time of the month already?"

I gripped my desk, not wanting to say anything at all, as Ms. Dawes interrupted his cruel and irritating words.

"Mr. Goldsworthy, Ms. Edwards, Is their something you would like to tell the class?" Ms. Dawes asked suggestively.

I looked up and shook my head as Eli mumbled something causing everyone in the class to laugh.

He was so irritating.

I just wanted to fucking strangle him half the time he was around me.

As Ms. Dawes continued her explanation of the project, I tried to listen but was rudley interrupted by fingers grazing lightly along the clasp of my bra.

Before I could turn quick enough, it was too late.

He was too quick.

I was too slow.

Eli had successfully unstrapped my bra, and he bursted out in laughter.

"Mr. Goldsworthy, the second interruption of the day, what is it now?" Ms. Dawes asked.

My eyes bulged, my face flushed, as I bowed my head in embarrassment.

Eli didn't answer her, but continued to laugh, and slam his head down on the desk because it was just so funny to unstrap a girls bra in class.

"Okay then, Mr. Goldsworthy, I'll see you in detention, as I do everyday," Ms. Dawes told Eli as he then became silent.

Eli sighed, and hissed, "This is all your fault Clare."

I quickly spun around, my face red from being so embarrassed, and asked, "My fault? So it's my fault your idiot, it's my fault you can't control your fingers, and it's my fault your the biggest dick ever?"

"Correction Ms. Edwards, I have the biggest dick ever," he said smirking.

I turned back around, slamming my back against the desk, and Ms. Dawes smiled, "Eli, Clare, detention after school, both of you."

"Seriously?" I asked my mouth agape.

The class stared knowing I never get detention.

She nodded.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Fuck me hard.

Fuck me so hard until I internally bleed and die.

I hate this, all I wanted to do was get through last period, and go home to sleep.

Was that too much to ask?

I guess so.

For the rest of the English period, I had Eli shake the back of my seat, whispering dirty things in my ear, as I tried to pay attention to Ms. Dawes.

...45 MINUTES LATER...

When the bell rung, and everyone left, Eli and I remained.

Ms. Dawes started packing up her stuff and I asked, "You aren't going to stay with us?"

She shook her head, "No, but you and Eli are going to stay in this room until four o' clock and work out your differences."

I growled and said, "It's never going to happen."

"Not if you keep that attitude up," she told me grinning and continuing, "I'll be back in an hour."

Before she left I asked, "Can I use the bathroom?"

Eli laughed and I glared at him as he had some sense as to shut the fuck up.

"Sure, I'll wait until you come back, so you don't skip," Ms. Dawes said waiting outside her room.

I walked into the bathroom, walking into a stall and taking off my top to re clasp my bra. I used my fingers, and growled when I couldn't reach the other side of the clasp. Fucking Eli, and all I could see was his smug smirk when I closed my eyes in frustration.

Once I finally got it clasped, I sighed walking out of the stall. I looked into the mirror, and flinched looking at the black bags under my eyes and the lines beneath the bags. I was so exhausted, and spending an hour with Elijah Goldsworthy, the biggest jerk I know was not going to help me with my sleeping problems.

I smiled, walking past Ms. Dawes, and into the room.

Eli sat, his legs spread and his hands leaning in between them. He sat on the top of the desk, of course not normal.

But, why try and act humane when you can be Eli?

I sat down across from him, as he glared me down.

"What are you staring at?" I asked him leaning my head on my hand.

He smirked and said, "I see you got your bra on right this time."

I laughed and said, "Yeah all thanks to you I was publicly humiliated in front of the whole class. Glad to be your victim."

I groaned, slamming my head on the desk as Eli talked.

"You know, I am a pro at removing bra's, it's like a natural born talent, or more like a gene," he told me as I felt him smirk.

I mumbled, "Does ugly run through your gene's too?"

He laughed and said, "Oh quite the contraire Clare, handsomeness swims in the gene pool."

My head felt heavy, as I rose it to look at him lazily.

"You're such a dumb ass, gene's don't actually swim in a pool," I told him laughing.

Eli glared at me, smirking, eying me up and down, ignoring my comment and staring.

Just staring.

This is the first time I've ever seen him silent.

"Elijah has no nasty remark?" I asked him.

He smirked and said, "No, I do. Your eyes are ugly."

"Your nose is big," I retorted.

I stood up and stood my ground. Eli stood up mirroring me.

"Your ears are too small for your head," he growled.

I laughed and said, "Your hair is greasy."

He smirked and said, "When was the last time you washed your hair? What are you five hundred years old? The color in your hair is already fading."

"Oh," I said. "You want to say stuff about my hair...I see how it is Eli."

Eli breathed out, his hot breath hitting my face due to me being shorter than him.

"Your breath smells like shit," I hissed.

Eli glared at me, trying to find something else wrong with me.

"Your boobs are big," he said smirking crossing his arms.

My mouth went agape and said, "You have a small dick."

"How would you know, huh?" He asked. "Oh that's right, you don't...It's not like you've seen one before."

I glanced at Eli, up at the ceiling, and then back at him. That smirk remained plastered across his face like a statue.

I growled, sitting back down, and he asked, "Give up that fast?"

"Eli, can we just try and be civil? We have forty minutes left and I haven't slept in two days, can we just be quiet and enjoy each other's silence?"

He smirked and asked, "Why not?"

After a few seconds of silence I got worried thinking Eli had actually listened to me for once.

As if on cue, I pushed my luck, and Eli said, "You breathe funny."

My head shot up and said, "I'm sorry Eli, I'm sorry I breathe funny. I sincerely apologize."

"You should get that checked out," he told me.

I stood up and grabbed my bag, "Where are you going?" He asked alarm in his voice. I swiftly turned around, my smile crooked and stared him down.

"I would rather get in trouble for skipping detention, than sit here with arguing with you. Actually, I would rather pour gasoline all over myself, light myself on fire, burn, and have my ashes thrown in a dumpster than stay in this room with you," I told him smiling.

"Don't say things you don't mean," he told me the second I turned around to head for the door.

I laughed pathetically, this was the typical Eli.

This is what he does.

He acts like a jerk, then lures you in when he doesn't have company.

I turned around and pressed my finger against his chest and said, "You know Eli. I know your game quite well. Don't fucking play me Eli, this is my game. You should know better than to play a game with a person when it's their game. I thought you would be smart enough..."

Eli smirked as I turned around and I heard him say, "The game...has just begun."

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

Who the fuck does she think she is?

Who?

Huh?

The president, I think not!

I want to know how Clare Edwards could possibly think she's hot shit.

She thinks her shit doesn't smell.

Oh but it does.

I strongly dislike people who think that way.

Stuck up.

Annoying.

Well, you know what Clare, I'm in the same field baby.

But, what she doesn't know is that I have a few tricks up my sleeve...

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

After taking a five hour nap, and finally getting some shut eye I turned on my computer to look at facebook.

It always relaxes me to see what's on the news feed.

I don't know why, but it's a not as bad as some habit's.

My eyes lingered people's status'. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as I read Eli's status and the comments...

ELI: Clare Edwards, your shit smells baby! Unhooking your bra before English Class to attract attention, tsk tsk.

Comments:

Fitz: Whore! (;

Reese: Eh, I'd tap that!

Johnny: What the hell! Edwards gone Wild Part 2...get it...bc Darcey was just as crazy! ha-ha Classic.

K.C.- Glad I broke up with her, she is such a slut! What happened to her?

Ali- You're all stupid immature jerks.

Adam- Eli I'm going to kill you!

Drew- Hmhm, I agree with Reese. Why not try a "Christian" chick?

Owen-Edwards going kinky...I like it.

Eli- I heart all of you guys (; see Clare, all these people think like I do. And you think their is something wrong with me...well guess what you're wrong...yet again.

Tears dripped down my face as I read all these hurtful comments.

I slammed me computer down, going out to sit on my balcony. I heard someone open the door, but I when I was on my balcony, my family knew I was upset and just wanted everyone t o leave me alone.

Why was he doing this to me?

What did I ever do to him?

I gulped, my chest heaving from crying so hard, and tears blurring my vision.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, and buried my head in my lap and cried...

ELI'S PERSPECTIVE

I laughed reading all the comments.

This was perfect.

I hit her right when she least expected it.

She would walk into school tomorrow, with the same sarcastic and irritating attitude.

Just the way I liked her.

I laughed, my back hitting the bed as I breathed out relaxing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence when my phone vibrated. I growled.

Who the fuck is texting me at ten at night?

A text from Adam, I should have expected this.

I had this coming.

"Eli,

What the hell are you doing? We know you like Clare, but

telling her this way isn't right. What's wrong with you? Calling her

a whore and a slut on Facebook. That's cyber bullying! How can

you be so...heartless? If she cry's herself to sleep tonight,

it's on your head.

-Adam"

I laughed, Clare has no emotions.

She can't cry.

It's not possible for Clare Edwards to...cry.

I flipped my phone open and quickly texted Adam back:

"Adam,

're so naive. I'm just playing around.

She's probably fine.

-Eli."

I looked up at the dark ceiling, and enjoyed the pleasant darkness approaching me.

My slumber was interrupted by a loud vibration.

"Eli,

Don't be a smart ass. You better apologize to her tomorrow.

And, don't be your sarcastic self either. In other words,

Eli don't be a fucking asshole, and apologize like you mean it.

And, how do you know she's fine? She could be crying right now,

and you have to live with that for the rest of your life. Next time,

don't say things you don't mean. Dumb Ass.

-Adam."

I sighed, throwing my phone at the door and almost regretting what I posted online.

I turned to face my bedroom wall, and sighed.

Did I actually care if Clare was crying right now?

No.

Yes.

Maybe.

I shouldn't.

I couldn't.

I wouldn't.

I don't.

I smirked, shaking my head, drifting into a guilty sleep...

END OF CHAPTER 1

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