A/N: Howdy folks! I haven't updated in a while, and I think I should.

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"What do you mean 'Adam complains'?" I asked, harsher then it was meant to be.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? He asked, almost as if he was offended.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, and tried to calm myself. I placed my hand back on the couch and proceeded to talk, "Drew" I sighed his name, "What does Adam complain about?

He laid back into the sofa, and picked his feet up onto the coffee table. I could tell this was going to be an interesting explanation.

"Well, he complains about Eli and how Eli thought he messed things up with you." He took a swig of his soda.

"Oh." Is all I managed to utter out. It was so much to take it in, so much to handle. I could feel myself warming up to the idea, inching closer and closer.

I suddenly felt anger. I promised myself I wouldn't get caught up again. Why the hell would he lie to me like that?

I felt a devious smirk approach me.

"Eli was damn right. He did mess things up with me." The words tasted sweet on my tongue, but strengthened my hunger for more.

Drew held up his drink, and spoke, "A toast, for me and my bad-ass Clare."
I giggled slightly, and pushed my cup against his. I contemplated for a moment if I should press my next question, "Drew, how does revenge sound at the moment?" I asked, watching him intently for an answer.

A smile crept onto his face, "Like music to my ears."

I grinned at his sarcastic comment, and proposed the next question.

"What do you have in mind?" This time, a full out goofy grin was plastered onto his face.

"Well, I think I've got an idea." His gaze meant mine, challenging me to move forward.

"Shoot." I commanded, and spit out a muffled laugh. He began discussing battle strategies, and I listened. Drew didn't know it, but he was pleasing every bone in my body.

I didn't even bother to acknowledge the fact that Drew said I was his bad-ass Clare.

We still had a half-an-hour left before we would head of towards Drew's household.

"What do you look for in a girl?" I asked him, his face lit up as my words spilled out of my mouth.

"Well, they must be smart, um…" He paused, thinking, "Not blonde, definitely not blonde."

"I see." I looked over at him, patiently. He didn't move.

I sighed, "Your turn." I hinted, well stated.

"Oh, sorry." He muttered, coming back into reality. "What do you look for in a guy?"

I could tell that creativity wasn't one of Drew's major's.

"Well, dark-ish hair." I explained using my hands, "Light…ish eyes." I halted, trying to think of a personality trait. It took the idea seconds to pop into my head, and right back out of my mouth. "And they have to be unique, in some sort of way."

He didn't say anything, so I began talking again, "Have you ever been rejected?" I asked, hoping he would lie, for my sake.

"Believe it or not, yes." He seemed searching for a response.

"Really? No, you're lying!" I said, pretending to be astonished and smacked his shoulder lightly.

"Yeah." He sighed dramatically. "It was awful, it broke my poor little 3rd-grade heart." He held his hand to his chest, feigning he was hurt.

This time I smacked him, harder. "You were lying!" I exclaimed. I started laughing, as he rubbed his shoulder.

He let a 'ha', "What can I say? I'm a ladies man." He smiled, proudly.

I rolled my eyes, and stood up, straightening up my dress.

He opened his mouth, offended and surprised. "What was that?" He asked, referring to my eye movement.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I spoke innocently, filled with sarcasm. He stood up along with me, and began 'getting up in my face', trying to pick a fight.

"You got something to say, Edwards?" He asked, stepping closer to me. I never noticed how much bigger Drew was to me. He was towering over me, but fear was completely out of the question.

"No, no, I'm good. Thanks." It told him. My smirk shifted into a smile, "Drew, we should get going." I told him, turning away towards the door.

A hand grasped my wrist, and spun me back around. Drew had me tightly held, a thin space between our bodies. I was staring straight ahead, about his chin level. Now, fear was a part of the question.

I was afraid to look up Drew, into his blue eyes.

I slowly looked up, my pounding in my chest, demanding to be let out. He was looking at me intently. His eyes spoke much more then words ever could.

I didn't let him take over me this time. I stood my ground.

"Drew, I'm serious, we should go." I said no emotion whatsoever.

He sighed, and let go of my wrist.

I became relieved, happy that was over.

But a small part of me, had just begun.

A/N: Sorry, it's a little short. Mmmk, review?

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