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A/N: This idea just popped into my head, and I had to post it. I'm debating really whether if this is going to be a one-shot or not. I might make it a one-shot, maybe a two-shot, just depends on what I'm feeling about it. I've been working on this story for about a week now, and well I just hope you guys like it. I mean I'm sure you will, ha ha, but yeah.

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This story is inspired by the song Get Up, Get Up, Get Up by Barcelona.

Crawling on Ashes

Summary: It was, Clare rather thought now, those two last words—"even me"—that had sent her feet walking out of the room without her even realizing it. Was he so promiscuous? More importantly, was she really so undesirable?

Chapter 1

I couldn't remember who initiated the first kiss, but I do remember being backed up against the wall, the hard brick wall behind me; the cold brick felt so amazing against my flushed, heated body.

His hands roamed my body, and my legs linked around his waist, while he reached down and squeezed my butt.

I moaned when his fingers dug into my skin.

A bunch of drunken kids giggled and pointed at us as Eli carried me to an empty room, his lips never left mine, biting and sucking on my bottom lip.

I wanted him, I wanted him and I knew that he wanted me. I could clearly feel the desperation that caused this. I imagined him having a smug look on his face, wearing that smirk that girls died for.

The door closed behind us, and Eli put me down. I stood in front of him as he reached up and started to pop the buttons off my black tube-top, slowly revealing the strapless black and red lace bra I wore underneath.

His shirt came next, pulling it up above his head. I traced the patterns of his highly visible abs with my index fingers. Eli grasped my chin, and he lifted it up. His lips crushed over mine. Eli started to walk forward, coaxing me to move back, which I did.

I fell back on the bed, his body towered over mine.

He felt me squirm beneath him in slight anxiousness as his hands moved up and down my sides, inching closer and closer to my breasts.

He was on top of me, returning my needy kisses.

His hands moved up and down my sides, stopping at my breasts.

I squirmed beneath him, my face turning a dark red color. He smirked and I arched my back to moment his hands cradled my breasts, giving a soft squeeze. I bit my bottom lip and whimpered. My nipples tightened against his palms and he reached in between my breasts, and unclasped my bra, tossing it to the side somewhere where our clothes lie.

Eli dipped down, latching his teeth around my nipple.

I moaned, licking my lips and breathing heavily.

Eli's expert tongue flicked over my nipple before he sucked greedily on it, while his hand groped my neglected breasts, his thumb occasionally brushed over my nipple.

I whimpered and clenched my hair. Eli placed a kiss over my sternum. I slowly opened my eyes, revealing dilated blue orbs to him. Eli smirked and he started to unbuckle his belt. I watched dazedly, watching as he started to pull his pants down. I blushed and looked away when I noticed that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. I felt him tug my skirt down, along with my lacy black and red panties.

I couldn't remember what caused us to be up here.

I didn't remember us kissing.

I didn't remember us being naked.

I was so buzzed that I could hardly remember Eli whispering in my ear that he wanted to fuck me. Not make love to me, but fuck me

I screamed when he entered me.

Eli didn't wait for me to adjust. My inner walls squeezed, clenching and unclenching around his cock. I wanted to scream again, but the pain soon subsided into sheer pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him closer to me. My head thrashed from side to side, and soon tossed back the moment he thrust his cock deeper inside me, hitting that spot that caused stars to form in front of my vision.

In and out…

A rhythm that caused moans to spill from my lips like a chant.

Faster and harder…

I screamed.

Eli groaned; his nails digging into my hips in a bruising grip, creating crescent moon shaped marks on my skin.

I felt my walls tighten.

I heard an inhuman growl, and Eli immediately pulled out. I flinched, feeling his cum over my sweaty stomach. We both breathed heavily through our parted lips. I watched Eli move off me and I flinched from the pain between my legs. He sat at the edge of the bed, and I crawled up to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while I placed small kisses on his neck.

Eli pushed me away from him and got up the moment he pulled his pants on.

I stared at him, curiously. My head cocked to the side in slight confusion.

"Eli?" I questioned.

He turned around, quirking his eyebrows up in question.

"What is it?" He asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, twiddling my fingers together, completely forgetting that I was sitting naked in front of him, on a bed that I didn't know whom it belonged to. I bit the inside corner of my bottom lip, trying not to look awkward, when clearly I was looking so awkward at the moment. Eli cleared his throat and I blinked up at him.

"Are we—together?" I whispered.

I tried not to flinch when he scoffed, laughing sarcastically.

"What makes you think we're together? Because we slept with each other, god Clare you're so naïve. To think that people just become an item after fucking. This isn't a fairytale sweetheart." Eli retorted, grabbing my clothes and tossing them to me. I frowned, feeling the tears stinging in the corners of my eyes.

"B-but I thought… if… if we you know… we slept together, we would be… to-together."

"Ha! Don't make me laugh Clare! Nobody gets together that way anymore, not even me."

I bit my bottom lip hard, and started to quickly pull my clothes on, Eli watched, that smug smirk on his face.

It was, I rather thought now, those two last words—"even me"—that had sent my feet walking out of the room without me even realizing it. Was he so promiscuous? More importantly, was I really so undesirable?

I don't remember walking out of the house blaring music. Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled down the steps, choking on sobs. Heading down the sidewalk in the middle of the night, possibly early morning, I drag my feet, heading in the direction towards the place I knew where I was welcome no matter what time it was.

"E-excuse me?"

I sobbed.

"I had sex with Eli… I had sex with (choke) with Eli." I repeated, burying my face in my hands as I sobbed heavily in them. I held myself, rocking back and forth on the leather couch I sat on; it sunk beside me as an arm moved around my shoulders. I leaned into the body sitting next to me and whimpered, "Adam… what's wrong with me? I thought Eli liked me! He (sob) he lied to me!"

"Clare there's nothing wrong with you, Eli is just a dick, a self-centered, only cares for himself dick."

I looked up at him, face stained with black mascara, eyes bloodshot.

"How will I face him at school tomorrow? How will I (sob) how will I—

"Shh, calm down Clare, it's going to be okay. I promise."

"No it won't." I argued.

"Yes it will Clare, I promise it will be okay tomorrow, you've just got to calm down, please." Adam responded.

I choked on my sobs, and cried heavily, my tears relentlessly falling down my face, dripping on my thighs.

Adam held me.

I tried not to think about what happened.

He rubbed my back.

It was hard not to think about it.

I gave my virginity… to a boy who just wanted nothing more from me.

He used me.

So, does this deserve another chapter? Do you guys hate it? Love it? Detest it? I think I'm going to post like two or three chapters more to it, depending on the feedback from it. So, reviews would be nice :) Leave me some!

Goodbye for now.