Hey guys! So, this will be the LAST UPDATE for What An Asshole. I was crying writing the ending to this, just because I hate seeing a story coming to an end. But, everything has to come to an end eventually, right? Anyways, for the last time I will be typing this, please Enjoy the twenty third chapter to What An Asshole…

A Special Thanks To My Beta Reader (who helped me out through half of this story and I thank her for all her amazing edits!)- SomeoneNamedLiz who changed her name from lizzzxx0

WHAT AN ASSHOLE-CHAPTER 23

If you never did you should. These things are fun, and fun is good.

Eli watched as Clare suffered and felt the pain that he felt for the past two weeks.

This was all payback, all of it, every fucking ounce of these careless and non-thought out actions was just Eli doing what he always did...getting even.

Eli wasn't going to sit back and watch Clare play with his emotions any longer. He was sick of this behavior of hers and he was in the process of fixing it. He watched Clare, the one he so called "loved" drown before his eyes.

Eli glared, watching her arms flail above the water, desperately calling out his name.

"Please!" He heard one word; one word out of all of her slurred shrieks that escaped her mouth ever since her body had came in contact with the bone chilling water beneath the dock.

He continued to watch her, until something inside of him snapped.

It was as if a bolt of lightning shot through his body. It was as if watching Clare drown, was like looking in a mirror. This was exactly how Eli felt these past two weeks, like he was drowning and...it was all because of Clare.

Now, he was making her feel what he felt.

Except, she was feeling the physical pain, meanwhile Eli had come to a conclusion that he had only felt the emotional pain throughout the long, cold, dark nights without Clare by his side.

When he watched the water that she had been splashing around, due to her arms slapping frantically over the water...he saw something.

At first, he scoffed.

But then, he noticed that they were real.

He was able to spot out the one thing, the one thing that he could only see mixing with the water, which no one besides Eli could spot out from Clare.

The tears.

Eli began to undress himself, throwing his jacket off and shirt, followed by his shoes and socks. Then, he stood by the edge of the peer and called out Clare's name, warning her that he was coming into the water and to stop moving.

As always, Eli thought, Clare did not listen to him and continued to panic...

"Clare! Clare! I'm right here! Stop moving!" He screamed at her, gripping her from underneath her arms.

When Eli had taken a chance to glance at her face, the way her eyes had only read pure fear and shock that her "boyfriend" would push her into the water when he knew she didn't know how to swim made Eli's heart skip a couple of beats. It was as if you were throwing someone to a pack of wolves.

He...tortured her, in the most horrifying way he possibly could.

When she stopped panicking, all he saw was her chest heaving up and down as water continued to fall from her mouth. He watched as her blue lips and teeth chattered from how the ice cold water had affected her.

If you were to say that Clare was frightened by Eli, then that would be an understatement.

Eli had eyed a pole that was connected to the dock and slowly made his way over to that spot, with Clare's arms draped lightly around his head.

His lips curled into a devilish smirk as he slowly backed her up against the pole, and she took a seat on his propped leg as her body shook from the nerves that had been shot when she landed in the water. He felt her body shake on top of his thigh as she tried to regain her strength and catch her breath.

She coughed and coughed...and coughed.

Between her frantic tears, her frozen body and raging breaths, Eli could not take it anymore.

"Are you done?" He asked harshly.

Clare's chest continued to heave as he supported her weight and he asked, "Why didn't you talk to me for two weeks?"

She only giggled in response, which only made Eli grow more impatient and angry than she had already made him.

"Tell me why you didn't talk to me!" He screamed at her, wanting an answer.

Clare glanced around, not saying a word, still trying to relax and Eli ordered, "Tell me...or, I'll drop you."

"Wha-" She was cut off by his leg dropping beneath her and her head went under.

Eli only smirked, as he watched her try and surface, then he thought she had suffered enough and pulled her up. Clare gripped his shoulders tightly, her wet hair sticking to her face as she continued to cry in his arms.

"P-please, don't do that," she begged.

He nodded, "I won't...if you tell me why you didn't talk to me!"

She sniffled, gripping something out of her pocket and she pointed to the picture that Eli had left behind at her house when he had been roughly hauled off to juvy by five "block heads", as Eli would call them.

The picture had been wet, soaked and shriveled to a point where you could barely make out whom or what was portrayed. But, Eli could feel the happiness, the true happiness that he's always searched for but never found until...until he found Clare.

"Do you want to know why I didn't talk to you for two weeks?" She asked, pointing to the picture as her voice trembled from the freezing temperature of the water.

Eli gulped, his throat tightening with fear, but, nonetheless, he nodded in response.

This was all he wanted, an honest answer as to why she had reluctantly ignored him, the guy she was so called "ready" to give herself up to.

Clare's wet curls had stuck to her forehead as she licked her lips, trying to regain her posture against the pole as Eli's leg continued to support her weight above him. He smirked at her, but his smirk quickly faded when he heard her say "I was waiting for this guy to show up at my doorstep. This guy, the guy who had enough nerve to make this picture and keep it in his wallet!"

Tears streamed down Clare's cheeks as he tried to form words, but, could not, due to the shock that he was put into with her statement.

She laughed, tearing the picture down the middle and keeping his side of the picture while tossing the other, watching it float away.

For a moment, Eli felt just like Clare, when she had hit the water the first time.

"Why would you do that?" He asked, clueless to her actions.

Clare rolled her eyes and mumbled, "I'm going to need something to remember you by."

Eli should have seen this coming, he should of...he did, but he didn't want to face it.

Who wants to face there problems?

Nobody does.

"I thought, I just thought that this guy was going to show up on my doorstep, apologize for the mistakes that he did and then hug me. I thought you would come by right after Adam got you and then, hold on to me as tight as you could. I thought that you loved me Eli!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face harder than he had ever seen before.

Eli could not form any words at this point.

"Oh god, you never loved me at all...did you?" She asked him seriously as he floated there, remaining silent, moving his arms in a wave like motion in order to keep Clare above water.

Love...the one thing he had never truly been experienced with, the one thing that Eli was never and could never be familiar with because of his inflated ego and constant need to upset the people around him.

Clare laughed pathetically, biting back her bottom lip and asked, "Did you play me this whole time?"

Eli remained silent, not daring to move or say an inch. He didn't want to say something wrong, yet, he didn't want to say something right. His eyes were slightly bulged as Clare continued to cough, still regaining her breath as she said, "You know what Eli, I'm done."

"Done?" He asked, taken aback by her comment.

Before he could process anything, she roughly pushed him out of the way while quickly grabbing onto the ladder hanging on the side of the peer. She shakily climbed up the ladder, but didn't expect Eli to follow.

They were both soaked, cold, tired and...had been unfortunately, pushed to their limits.

"What? Are the words "I'm done" the only words that draw you into a conversation?" She asked, her hands lying limply at her sides.

He stood there, his bare chest feeling the cool breeze pick up and hit him. But, no amount of wind could hit him as hard as Clare's words. His wet bangs stuck to his head as Clare, the one he loved, the one he had destroyed emotionally and physically stood before him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, shaking his head violently.

"What did you just say?" She whispered, asking for a truthful answer...for someone to finally stop feeding her lies.

Eli glanced up and for the first time tonight, looked her straight in the eye and spoke firmly, "I'm sorry Clare, for everything."

Clare was about to interrupt him when he walked up to her, placing a finger over her lips and whispered, "Let me finish, please."

She nodded as he felt her tears clash with his fingertips and her heart nearly skipped so many beats that she felt like she was under water again, not being able to breathe, not being able to see.

"When I was in jail, for that small amount of time, I met a girl," Eli told her and Clare laughed, "Oh! So, that's it...you met someone new to fuck around with! Well, you know what Eli...I give that girl all the luck in the world because you are one piece of hard fucking work!"

Clare shook her head, not wanting to listen to his bullshit anymore.

She didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to see it and she didn't want to believe the next four words that escaped his mouth when she was in the process of walking away for the last time, "I love you Clare."

Clare bit down on her lip, breaking the skin and tears continued to fall down her face as she glared down at her shoes.

"Why would you say something so serious that you don't even mean?" She asked, whispering so lowly that he would pay close attention and listen intently.

Clare shuddered when she felt his bare chest press up against her back as his hot breath hit her frozen skin, "Why wouldn't I say something like that to you Clare?"

"I don't know, maybe because you just pushed me into the water when I clearly told you I couldn't swim or, the fact that you wouldn't even make an effort to come and see me after you lied to me about your car and got hauled off to jail? Eli, do you know how scared I was for you? Do you know what I went through when you were in jail and out, and then not talking to me? That's why you shouldn't say things you don't mean!" She screamed at him, while holding back a choked sob.

"When I was in jail, I met this girl..." he drifted his sentence off and Clare turned around and asked, "What did she do that was so magnificent? What did she do that I would never do in a heartbeat for you? What did she do that was breath taking that I never considered doing for you?"

He smirked, noticing that Clare had finally turned around and glared at his body, analyzing every feature.

Eli cupped her cheek as he whispered, "She helped me figure you out Clare...and let me tell you, it wasn't easy."

When Eli leaned in to kiss her, before he could touch her lips, he breathed out and said, "It was all worth it though."

Clare gasped while wrapping her arms around Eli's neck, bringing him closer, if that was even physically possible. The way there bodies had connected, the way the sparks were fired when their lips connected, could only be described in one word.

Electrifying.

"I love you," He breathed out in between frantic kisses as Clare continued to grip onto Eli, loving the feeling of his body against hers. She had gone weak at the knees when he placed a butterfly kiss on her neck and whispered, "She told me to tell you I love you, not abuse you and don't take you for granted. She told me if we end up not working out, to not leave you with scars deeper than my own."

Eli pulled away for a brief second as Clare stared up at her boyfriend, feeling nothing but one tiny feeling that shot through her body like a firework.

Bliss.

"At first, I didn't understand what she meant..." he whispered in her ear, rocking slowly to the rhythm of the slow dance going on inside Jake's house. Eli gripped her as tightly as he could against his body and continued his statement, "It took me two weeks to figure it out."

Clare's eyebrows had tightened in confusion until Eli said, "I love you Clare...and you know what, it feels great to love someone. I might be this jerk off asshole on the outside, but I'm more than that if you...if you just dig deeper and I'm pretty sure you'll realize that I'm more than the guy who tried to drown you or the guy who always fought with you! I just, I didn't know how to prove it to you...so, I waited. I waited until it hit me. Instead of any idea actually hitting me, a text from Adam saying that you were coming here kicked my mind into overdrive and when I got here, I lost control. I'm sorry and I wish that didn't happen, but since it did...I'm sorry for everything. If you don't want to be with me, then fine, I'll drive you home and never speak to you again...but, I want you to know that no matter what girl I see in the future, no matter what girl walks into my life, no matter what girl I date or even talk to...you're the only one that I will truly love."

She nearly fell onto the ground when she had felt Eli actually speaking from his heart and not his conceited mind (at times).

"Well, I'm glad…that you figured out you didn't just have a black hole on the right side of your chest," Clare told him while dropping her hands and slowly walking away from him with a smile on her face.

Clare had always held her head up high, but when she did it this time; a blush had crept up onto her pale face.

"So, that's it? We're really over?" He asked his voice groggy and his heart feeling smashed.

It was as if, for the first time in his life, his heart had been stomped on and scattered in tiny pieces all over the floor.

Eli had really thought that what he had told Clare would convince her enough to make her stay with him, make her still feel the way that she always did around him, make her feel...complete, as if his "speech" was enough to give her closure that he would always be here for her.

But, I guess his boyish charms did not work this time.

A tear strolled down his eyes as Clare bit her lips, slowly turned around and said, "Actually, I was getting a head start on our race."

"What race?" He asked, smiling.

"A race through time."

She smiled at him, which resulted in a hopeful spark shooting through Eli's body.

"The race back to my house in which we are going to continue where we left off that night, the night you left me for the last time. We're going to forget all of this that ever happened, put it in the past for good. I mean, as long as it's okay with you?" Clare asked, another blush creeping up on her face.

Eli nodded and ran up to her, grabbing her hand tightly and when they were about to run sun by side together, Eli's feet remain planted.

"When you say forget everything, do you mean everything?" Eli asked, licking his lips with nervousness.

She smiled and said, "Everything..."

Eli was about to add onto her comment, until, Clare whispered, "Everything except the part where you told me you loved me."

CLARE'S PERSPECTIVE

Here we were, starting from where we stopped.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his cool breath hitting my cheek as he pecked me on the neck. He continued to place caring, loving, passionate kisses underneath my earlobe which made my body produce jolts of blissful electricity from my head to my toes.

"You don't have to keep saying sorry, you know?" I told him as he continued to apologize, as if it was something he had to do at every moment to make up for his mistakes.

My fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the roots playfully as he placed his lips on the pulsing vein towards the crook of my neck. He sucked on it, twisting the skin and I giggled, feeling his tongue swirl against my flesh.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed out, placing a butterfly kiss on the corner of my lips.

Eli's lips continued to curl into a childish grin on my jaw line, causing me to smile. It was as if every touch, every swirl of the tongue and every smirk made my heart race so quickly, it was as if I was in a competition for a heart attack.

I...just won.

"Do you want to know how you can make it up to me?" I asked him, playfully cocking my head to the side while biting my bottom lip seductively.

Even though my body was close to the "shakes" from all of this nervousness, I felt as if this question had to be asked sooner or later. My heart was thumping so loudly against my chest that I felt as if it was going to just rip through, like it was in the process of being shot out of a cannon.

"Yeah," he whispered plainly and I sighed in relief, knowing his hands weren't moving a mile a minute. This meant, I had finally received his full and undivided attention...for the second time tonight.

I pulled his body closer to mine, wrapping my arms around his neck while resting my head on the crook of his neck. Eli took a shaky breath, waiting for my request as I whispered shyly "Make love to me Eli."

Eli continued to stroke my clothed back soothingly, pulling away from my loose grip to take a glimpse at my eyes. I placed my hand over his beating heart, moving it slowly down to his belt buckle.

"Please," I whispered, my cheeks burning up from the intensity that had been building up ever since Eli and I had walked back into this room, hand in hand.

This was embarrassing, waiting to know if he would agree or not.

Why couldn't he just be like all the other guys and just smile, nod his head and shove his cock inside me? Wait, this is Eli...why would he make anything as simple as every other guy?

That's crazy talk...

At the moment, I felt as if I was pressuring him to do this.

I thought that our screaming match down by the peer and our long run home was reassuring enough that he would want to do this, together. But, right now, all I read from his eyes was pure confusion.

"Do you?" I whispered, wondering if I had truly misread the "signals".

He gulped his eyes squinting slightly and he said, "I do. Trust me, I do."

"But?" I asked, my voice turning cracked, dry from the feeling of heart break approaching and the pain of rejection.

His eyes saddened, he took a gulp and through stuttered words he mumbled, "I-I don't think I could live with myself if I physically hurt you anymore than I have. I mean, I scrapped your back, insulted you and ruined your life, why would you want this?"

I smiled, a tear strolling down my cheek and whispered, "There's a difference Eli."

"What difference?" He asked, his eyebrows tightening in confusion.

My lips turned into a devilish grin as I whispered, "I don't want this...I want you."

He smirked, a tear rolling down his cheek and he whispered, "That's the first time anybody ever told me that."

"There's a first for everything, right?" I asked him playfully while pulling his head down to eye level and crashing our lips together with force. His teeth tugged roughly on my bottom lip from the anticipation building up between the rubbing, hand touching and groping through clothes.

"I might not be very experienced with this, but, don't we have to get naked?" Eli asked smugly, his chest rising up and down.

"I think so," I whispered as Eli's fingers reached the first button on my shirt and I tugged on the hem on his shirt.

"Your heart is beating really fast," he whispered, his cool hand coming in contact with the hot skin over my chest. Eli pressed his lips on the top of my chest, and whispered, "You don't have to take your shirt off if you don't want to."

I laughed and helped him out, lifting up my shirt and throwing it over my head to only let it fall quickly to the floor.

"This might be the most embarrassing thing I've ever done or will ever do in my life, but, this is the one thing I'm going to do with no regrets," I said while pulling him into a fevory kiss. His tongue slipped through my parted lips as I grazed the outline of his teeth.

"Good, then this should be fun," he said as I tugged on his shirt, pulling away from our frantic kisses and hands. I lifted his shirt over his head and couldn't help but laugh, since Eli hasn't taken his eyes off my chest since I pulled my shirt over my head.

His hands roamed my sides, gripping my hip bones every now and then, causing my face to contort with pleasure. I felt the vibration in his throat echo through my mouth which caused an unintentional moan to explode from my lips.

I jerked my hips up as his knee applied pressure to my center which made my face heat up with pleasure.

"E-Eli, please, quicker," I whimpered as I tugged on his belt buckle, begging for some sort of release. My hands had worked quickly, but not quick enough as I gave up and he stood up, removing his pants which just left him in his boxers.

"You're hard," I mumbled as he kissed my neck while gripping the button on my jeans.

He breathed out as I twisted the skin on the crook of his neck, causing him to whine in pleasure. My name was being chanted out frantically as he fumbled with the jeans and he ripped them off my legs quicker than the eyes could see.

Without warning, he pressed his fingers up against my clit and he whispered, "And you're wet."

My cheeks flushed with anticipation and I mumbled, "Thank you captain obvious. Now, can you please just...fuck me?"

"With pleasure," his cool breath hit my cheeks as I felt him tug at the waistband of my underwear.

My whole body, at this point, had frozen tightly with nervousness. Even though he continued to pull at them, I arched my back slightly so he could pull them off. The first thing I expected him to do was glare down, but surprisingly, he kept his eyes directly on my eyes.

"What stopped you from staring this time?" I asked while biting my lip and he smiled while tracing the outline of my face with his thumb as he whispered, "Because, all the true beauty is right here."

He pecked me on the lips and I felt his hands fumble with the clasp on the back of my bra as I quickly slid down his boxers from his body. Since our cheeks were pressing up against each other's, I felt his skin warm up quicker than a heat wave.

"You ready?" He asked while dropping my bra on the side of the bed as I glared up at him with confidence.

I nodded and whispered, "Ready as I'll ever be."

With that, he slowly lowered me onto my back, not breaking eye contact as he roughly pushed into me and I hissed from the tearing pain. I clenched my eyes shut, holding back a scream that was threatening to rip through my lips.

I dug my nails into his back as he began to thrust in and out slowly when he seethed through his gritted teeth, "You're nails are really sharp."

"Yeah, well, so is your cock but you don't see me complaining," I whimpered as I arched my back slightly to try and get used to the pain that Eli was bringing me. But, there was no stopping "this" kind of feeling coursing through my body.

Eli stopped, hopefully noticing the tears that I tried to hold back and he smirked, "Am I too big for you?"

I couldn't hold back the burst of laughter that escaped my lips while gripping onto his bicep. I sat up, leaning on Eli's chest while catching my breath. My tears had dripped lazily onto his shoulder as he continued to tear me open from the inside.

"Stop?" He asked, questioning his motions.

"N-no, it feels really good, just...keep going and shut up," I mumbled as Eli sweetly kissed my earlobe and then whispered in my ear, "I can't help moaning your name Clare...I can't control that."

Goosebumps appeared on my arms as I gripped Eli's bicep once again and sooner or later, the throbbing pain between my legs had turned into intense pleasure. This feeling that I have never felt inside my lower stomach had begun to build intensely when Eli had started to grope my breasts while biting down on my bottom lip, which resulted in a couple of uncontrollable giggles.

My walls clenched and unclenched around his cock, still adjusting to his large size. I always imagined Eli being quite small, but, his cock was so big…I couldn't even describe the size.

"Why are you laughing?" He breathed out, asking while laughing a bit himself.

I giggled and whimpered between thrusts, "This feels so good..."

"Yeah well, we should do this more often," he mumbled as I arched my back, controlling Eli's thrusts and his pleasure with just the rotation of my hips.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the third time I arched my back in a thirty second interval, Eli had hit a spot inside of me that made me praise out his name in approval to keep moving and hitting that same spot.

I bit my lip, feeling closer to my end as he bit down on my shoulder blade, signaling he was going to cum.

"I'm not cumming until you do," he whimpered in my ear as I shook my head, gripping onto his shoulder tightly and scratching my fingernails into his back. I glanced at his marked up back and smiled, knowing that the pleasure he was bringing me made these marks.

It was like a trade mark to me...

"Just cum Eli, I don't care," I whispered and before I knew it, surprisingly, I had come before he did.

In between Eli chanting out my name, my breaths had become short and frantic due to the pressure in between my legs exploding. I never knew what having an orgasm felt like, but, let me tell you...I want to do this again sometime soon.

It was odd, because, when I did come to an end...it seemed as if when I clenched my eyes shut, a flashback of all of my times with Eli had flashed before me. It was as if I was watching my life on a play by play.

We both laughed, as Eli stayed above me, placing pressure on his forearms.

"That was...wow," I said as he kissed me on the cheek, although his sweat from his hair had dripped onto my cheek and I giggled in disgust.

For a couple of minutes, Eli stayed inside of me, glaring down at me and placing soft kisses on my neck and in between them, saying "I'm sorry". Although I had been pretty pissed off, to say the least, this night together had made up for everything he had done in the past that caused me pain.

Eli finally pulled out of me and I hissed silently from the pinching feeling.

"Sorry," he mumbled while plopping down next to me as we started to regain our strength and begin to breathe normally again.

Eli interlocked our hands together, gripping my hand tightly as I pulled the sheets around me and Eli shook his head, "Uh-uh, if you're cold then you get on top of me and I'll warm you up."

"Could you be more smug?" I asked him, cocking my head to side.

He smirked and said, "You haven't even seen close to smug."

Without warning, I climbed on top of Eli which caused his eyes to bulge in excitement. I moved around a bit, due to his uncomfortable position. Instead of intertwining our sweaty bodies, I placed a sheet over Eli and then climbed back on top of him.

"Better?" He asked, smirking.

I nodded as I lay down on top of Eli, and I heard him take a deep breath.

"Are you sniffing me?" I asked him, giggling while interlocking our hands together and I felt his lips press against my hand gently.

After an hour of giggling, pathetic love quotes and stupid re telling's of our past, silence began to fill the air. It wasn't awkward silence; it was comfortable, comforting and peaceful...silence.

For once, I felt as if the world had come to a quiet stand still.

My eyelids began to grow heavy as I heard Eli clear his throat and he stuttered, "C-Clare?"

"Hm," I mumbled, my eyes slowly fluttering closed quicker than I could time it to stay awake to listen to what Eli had to say.

"See, I hate to burst our little love bubble...but, I think we forgot something," he said as my eye brows tightened, not having a clue as to what he was strongly inferring to. My heart picked up its erratic pace and I gave him my full attention, but, his eyes only continued to roam the room.

"What did we forget?" I asked, and then spoke his name loudly to make his head snap up and look at me.

He smirked, breathed out and laughed unsteadily while saying, "Well...see, I did this thing to make sure you wouldn't leave me. It was kind of a simple precaution? I mean, in my defense it was this entire big plan to get you back and this just, kind of sealed the deal?"

"What did you do Eli?" I asked him, glaring daggers at his eyes.

He pecked me on the lips while I kept my lips at a paused stand still and he said, "I kind of...came inside you...without a condom?"

My body jerked up and I stood to my feet while screaming, "You didn't use a condom!"

"But, I only did it so now you really can't leave me! I'm your baby's daddy! You can't raise a kid on your own Clare," he added while my lips curled in aggravation.

I can't believe he did this to me.

He tried to grab my hand when I shooed it away and I said, "I can't believe this, you're such a...such a..."

I tried to form words as Eli and I both thought of the same word at the exact same and didn't waste any more time than we already had while screaming, "ASSHOLE!"

END OF WHAT AN ASSHOLE.

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A/N Since this is the last time I will be writing for this story, I'd like to hear from all of you guys who read this story and stuck with me throughout the whole thing. It was a long road and I hope that I met all of your needs somehow, some way along the time I wrote this. It was a pleasure and I hope you guys thought it was too! :D

A/N #2- Sequel? Hm, I don't know, possibly an epilogue…yeah, if I get an idea for an epilogue then yes I will write one! And, a Sequel…perhaps? I just, don't want this story to be ruined with a crappy sequel…

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