Music was pumping loud. Why did I bother to go to Alli's party? Clare. It was going to be a good night. A friday where we could finally hang out outside of school without being around parents or at one of one another's houses. We could finally show off each other. We were proud to finally be a legitimate couple. It wasn't changing. We were real.
I walked in Alli's open front door and was soon greeted my her. She thumped into me, throwing her arms around my neck.
"ElI!" She screeched. I muttered something and shook her off of me.
A few people turned heads to me as I walked through, but I had no idea why. Was I dressed funny? I was wearing dark jeans, a gray, blank t-shirt, with a darker gray cardigan over top. Cardigans weren't usually my thing. But I wanted to look nice with Clare. She always looked nice.
As fifteen minutes passed, still no sign of Clare. More whispers were said behind my back until I finally walked up to some ninth grader and grabbed his shoulder before he could pass.
"Are you talking about me?" I said, my eyes slits.
He shook his head, but he was just a sore liar.
"I just heard some... stuff."
"Great, enlighten me!" I told him sarcastically, rolling my eyes in the back of my mind. He sighed and I loosened my grip on him.
"KC and Clare apparently made out," The boy whimpered, shrugging. He bolted out from underneath my arm and disappeared onto the second level.
Another ten minutes passed. And this is all I was hearing. Clare Edwards and Guthrie shared an intimate kiss in the courtyard. Or, They began to share a moment on Fourth street. I only caught a glimspe. Or... They definitely made out. I saw it. I wouldn't make this shit up. I listened in the agonizing pain of wondering if these were rumors. But the night grew darker, and Clare was no where to be seen.
I finally sat down until someone who I'd been wanting to see all night appeared in front of me. Clare Edwards. I smiled gleefully, though something on the inside was definitely biting me. Her hair was curlier than usualy. More beautiful than usual, if it were possible. Her eyes were sparkly and a light blue. I could have sworn there was a spotlight being put on her. Her lips were pink and glossy, she smacked them together before tugging at my arm, pulling me out of the chair.
"Hey!" She said, making me feel weightless. I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. My hands met at her waist and I beamed down at her. I could basically feel her blushing.
"Hey, Saint Clare. Can we talk?" I mumbled uneasily. I had to get this over with. I had to know. I took her hand and lead her to Alli's stairwell, a more secluded area. She looked up me with her bright and curious eyes. I felt myself become nervous and hot. I didn't like it.
"What's up, Eli?" She said sweetly, biting her lip.
"Why did you and KC kiss?" And I couldn't stop myself. I said it. And I jumped to a conclusion already. I should have just asked her first if she did or not.
She squirmed a bit and put her arms over her chest.
"How did you find out about that?" She looked pissed. She sounded pissed. God. It was true.
"Why did you do it, Clare?"
"Eli, he kissed-"
"I really don't want to hear it!"
"Wait, I have to tell you something..."
"Did you not just hear me?" I asked quite loudly. I didn't want or ever planned to cause a scene. But this is what things came to.
"Eli, please. It's about Fitz!"
I rolled my eyes.
"This is why I don't let people in anymore, Clare!" I told her, looking up. I couldn't believe this. How could she ever do this to me.
"I don't need to get hurt by you. Or anyone. I'm better off alone."
And that's how the rest of the night was. After I left Clare standing alone in the stairway, I stormed off and sat in Alli's backyard where a bonfire was going on. Former Lakehurst students that were friends of friends of Alli's sat around roasting marshmellows. I stood with my hands in my pockets. And that's how I spent most of my evening.
But I was becoming thirsty.
I headed around the house, looking for something to drink. I didn't want a cooler. Or a glass of some no named wine. Or anything of that matter. I grabbed a water bottle from Alli's fridge and opened it, and as the lid popped off, water spilled all over me, and even someone else.
I collided with none other than herself, Alli Bhandari.
"Eugh, thank you, Eli." She mumbled, immediately grabbing a napkin to dab herself repeatedly with over the water stain. I held back snickers and then I nodded.
"Hey, what's up with you and Clare? What did you do to her?" She asked, her wide eyes gleaming at me. I was taken aback.
"What did I do to her?" I asked shocked. I sighed. "Last time I checked, I wasn't the one who cheated." I said bitterly.
Alli's hand clasped over her mouth. "You stupid boy! KC kissed her! That scum bag went to her house because he's desperate and a prick."
My mouth gaped open at her, and I finally shut my jaw embarrassed. "I'm so stupid! Alli, has she gone home yet?"
"You are pretty stupid, but no, she's around."
"Thank you, I think."
"You're quite welcome!" She accepted, bowing dramatically and smiling with her toothiest smile.
I bolted around Alli's house. She was no where to be found. I looked up stairs. The bathroom, Sav's bedroom, Alli's bedroom, the second bathroom, their parents' bedroom, and the guest room. I checked all of downstairs, and even asked a few people if they've seen her. It seems as if the last time they saw her was around fifteen minutes ago.
I walked around and for the first time, I bumped into Adam.
"Hey bro, I messed up. If you see Clare, you need to tell her I'm sorry. That I love her."
"So, I'm back to wingman?"
"Looks like," I teased, and before running off to outside, I patted him on the back.
Though running out of Alli's driveway, I could hear the song Miss Me by Drake still thundering around the street. I walked around and went to Morty. If I needed to drive around and look for her, I would. If I needed to drive to her house and find her there, I would.
As I approached Morty, I saw a figure standing over it. I curiously approached, and wanted to run when I saw not what, but whom was just a few feet away from me.
Fitz was humming a condescending tune, meanwhile, pissing all over the front of Morty.
I cleared my throat. Loud enough to tell him that I would not allow this.
"Well, look who decided to show up?" He laughed, turning around, and adjusting his zipper.
"Real funny, Fitz."
"Isn't it, though? Isn't it funny?"
"I just said that, didn't I?"
"I guess you did," He gave me a half glance and then returned his focus to Morty. He sighed and grimaced.
"It's a sad day when you find someone just escapes from Juvie to piss on my car,"
"No, Goldsworthy. It's a sad day for you when you find out that I'm on parole."
My heart thudded exceedingly fast and loud in my chest and I felt my palms grow sweaty. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. I wanted to pinch my arm and tell myself to wake up, but I couldn't move. I felt like I was glued in my shoes.
"H-How?" I muttered confused.
"Didn't Clarebear say anything?" His voice was sweet, but it was sarcasm. The type of sarcasm I absolutely loathed.
"Eli, please. It's about Fitz!" The words stung in the back of my mind. She did say something. I just wasn't listening.
"No," I lied.
I took a deep breath. I needed to be calm. There wasn't anything to be worried about.
"So how did you get out again?"
"Fitzy behaved." A sickening grin appeared on his face as the words fumbled off his tongue.
"Why would you?"
"To finish what I started." His voice was dark, and his face even darker. He stook a few slow steps closer to me, his chest bumping against mine.
"There's nothing to finish. We're done, Fitz. I'm sorry. You know that," My stomach whirled around. I didn't need this to happen again.
"No, Eli. You're done." His words were haunting. And before I could back away, I knew that this was it. He pulled out his hand from his left pocket and withdrew a large knife. He dug it deep into my stomach-area, it ripping through my clothes and diving into my flesh. It cut through layers and layers. I collapsed. I was weak. I was going to die. I felt hot tears well up in the corners of my eyes. I fell against Morty, I couldn't move. I tried to lift my arm to take the blade from the wound. But I was stuck. Stuck in a position. My final position.
I felt the blood spill slowly out of my deep cut, where Fitz had thrusted the knife into. He ran. I watched his figure dash down the street, disappearing into the dark. I sat there. In the worst pain I've ever experienced. I sat there for an hour. No one came. No one found me. I sat in my own, dark red, thick blood that pooled around my entire body. My hands were stained. My pants. My shirt. And no one was there to help me. To bandage me up and tell me I'd be okay.
There were no sirens. Nothing.
And Clare would never get to hear it from me that I loved her. That I was in love with her. That I wanted to be with her forever and I'd always be by her side. I had a different love for her than any girl before. Than Julia, than my kindergarten crush. She was entirely special. I wanted to be with her forever.
But forever was ending for me on a short note.
My forever was out of reach, and it will always will be.
I died that night. With the music still audible. Beside Morty. In my own blood. In the terrible pain of my wound, but also knowing Clare would never get to hear the things I wanted to say to her. I died in a slumped over position. Most of my blood lost. The wound still fresh. Fitz gone into the night.
I died that night. In love with a girl but too troubled to see past anything but my own selfish desires and painful memories.
I died that night. Hoping someone would miss me when I'm gone.
When I finally make it home,
I just hope that you miss me
A little when I'm gone.
I just hope that you miss me
A little when I'm gone.
Author's Note: Yes, it's the end! Two updates in one night, sorry guys, I just really COULD NOT WAIT! Hope you liked this story and sorry that I did what I did. Hope you guys don't hate me! Anyway. Love you all. It's been so fun writing this!