Here we are! The last chapter! Wow, I'm actually really proud of this story. It will be the only story I've actually completed where I liked how it turned out. I finished a fan fiction story before (Complicated Affection) but I lost interest in that story and the ending turned out horrible.
Sorry it took me so long to update. You know how it is with the holidays… anyways, now it's winter break! I hope to get very far in ALL my stories, which will be my gift to you guys!
This will end with a major cliffy, I'm sorry. ): It's just how I always planned for the story to end once I decided I would make a sequel. Remember the sequel will be coming out end of January so don't hate me because of the ending.
Here we go!
Clare, Adam and I stood in front of the ruins of the old church. What used to be a pile of rubble was now a party pad. Twinkly lights hung from the tops of the tall columns; there were rented DJ turntables on one side of it, and a table with food on the other. The middle was cleared for dancing space and just off in the woods I had hung an old yellow hammock.
Clare sighed contently. I wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled at her. Just last week we had gotten back together, and I had never been happier. The depression I had been wallowing in during the time we had been apart had instantly vanished, and I had a hard time keeping a smile off my face.
"How long until the party starts?" she asked, intertwining her fingers with mine. I squeezed her hand lightly.
"Like a half hour." I answered, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. Adam rolled his eyes.
"You guys have been so gross since you've gotten back together. Its nauseating." he said and then faked a gag and cupped a hand over his mouth like he was gonna barf. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't make me pound you dude. It's only a matter of time before you and Fiona are acting like this, only worse." I said, smirking.
At the mention of Fiona's name Adam's eyes lit up. This entire party had been thrown for her.
"I only hope." he whispered, turning back around and organizing the food on the table. He was obviously nervous; whenever he got nervous he fidgeted.
Clare giggled. "Fiona doesn't know what she's in for."
Adam laughed nervously. I raised an eyebrow.
"Chill, dude, it'll be okay. What's the worst that can happen?" I asked.
Adam ran his hands through his hair. "She doesn't show up, I get too nervous that I can't speak, The DJ stuff spontaneously combusts and burns us all alive."
"I got the fire department on speed dial. It'll be fine." I said, chuckling.
Clare giggled. "Well, I better go home and change quickly. I'll be back in time for the party. Don't have a panic attack Adam."
He sighed. "I'll try not to."
She kissed me quickly and then grabbed her school tote off the ground. We were all still wearing our uniforms, as we all came to set up right after school.
Adam grabbed his phone and called Fiona to make sure she was still coming. She never answered, which Adam didn't take as a good sign.
"She's probably just busy getting ready. Chill, dude." I said.
Adam inhaled sharply.
I bounded up the stairs. I ran into my room and immediately started stripping my clothes off. I didn't want to spend that much time getting ready, so I quickly threw on the white dress and heels I had laid out. It had taken my ages to find a dress that was big enough to accommodate my stomach, since the maternity section at the local department store didn't have that big of a variety. It was cute though, with a flowy feeling to it.
I slapped on some white eye shadow, blush and lip gloss. Not much makeup, but more then I usually wore. I then sprayed some of my favorite perfume on my neck and wrists, switched my stuff in a more dressy purse and left.
The party site wasn't too far from my house so it should only take me ten minutes to get there. As I was about halfway back, I started to hear weird noises. Like someone rustling through the underbrush in the woods I was traveling through. I quickly picked up my pace, telling myself it was just an animal. But my arms quickly became covered in gooseflesh, and the temperature seemed to drop like twenty degrees. I quickly regretted not wearing a coat.
I was almost to the party; I could even see the twinkly lights off in the distance. I sighed in relief.
But all of a sudden, something snagged my arm, locking it in a stone hard grip. I snapped my head around.
I was suddenly face to face with Fitz.
"Do I need to get you an inhaler? You sound like your having an asthma attack." I said, chuckling at Adam.
He let out a nervous breath. "More like a panic attack."
"Come on dude, you never get nervous. She's just a girl, you'll be fine."
"She's not just a girl." Adam said angrily.
I sighed. "Okay, okay."
Adam pulled out his phone to check for missed calls, again. The party had been in full swing for over twenty minutes and he was probably getting frantic about when Fiona was gonna show up.
"She'll be here in a minute with some kind of big entrance." Adam said. Trying like he was trying to convince himself more then he was me.
"Sure." I agreed. Then that reminded me that Clare left over fifty minutes ago to get dressed. I doubt she was still getting ready; Clare wasn't one of those girls.
"Hey, I forgot my phone." I told Adam. "Can I borrow yours quick to call Clare?"
Adam sighed. "Fine."
He passed his phone to me. I went to his contacts and found Clare's name and then pressed Send Call.
It immediately went to her voice mail, meaning her phone was off. I let out a frustrated groan and handed him his phone back.
"Where's Clare?" Adam asked me.
"Don't know." I said, sort of worried.
"She probably saw a kitten stuck in a tree on the way here and had to call the fire department and make sure it would be okay." Adam said.
"Ha-ha." I said sarcastically. But my voice had a subtle hysterical edge to it. Adam raised his eyebrows.
"Now you're the one that needs to chill." Adam said.
I sighed. "I'm gonna go to her house and see if everything's okay."
"Can't be apart from her for more then thirty minutes without freaking out?"
"No, dude. But it's not like her to be late. For anything."
"Fine fine. Go." Adam said, motioning for me to leave. I took off towards the wood, which was the route Clare had taken to go home.
The woods were dense with trees and very dark. Why would Clare go through the woods instead of going out onto the road and taking the sidewalk? These woods even scared me, and I'm supposively "obsessed with death."
I had gotten about a quarter mile into them when suddenly I heard police car sirens off in the distance, and they sounded like they were headed towards the party area. Oh god, why had I forgotten my phone on today of all days? Then I remembered the reason why I was in the woods in the first place. Clare. What if something happened to her and that's why the cops were coming?
Oh god. I felt bile coming up my throat as I took off into a full-out sprint.
"Clare!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I froze in my tracks when a bright beam of light shined into my eyes.
"Fitz!" I whispered in surprise and terror. Even though it was practically pitch black I could see his dark brown eyes. They were filled with rage. I recoiled from him in absolute fear.
"Clare." he said breathlessly. "I was hoping I'd find you here."
"H-how'd you know I'd be h-here?" I choked out.
I could feel him shrug. "Lucky guess."
"W-what do you want?"
"Just to talk." he said simply. Then he realized I was shaking and let go off my arm. "Sorry. I didn't scare you did I?"
I guess I had misinterpreted his anger. "Just a little!"
"Sorry." he apologized. "It's just I'm not supposed to talk to you because of the legal crap. So I had to go out of my way to find you."
"Oh…" I said, my voice trailing off. "I'm sorry."
"You didn't want to press charges right?" he asked, sounding hopeful. "Your parents and Emo-Boy made you right?"
"Y-yeah." I confessed. "I believe you were just… confused and hurt at the time."
"So, you forgive me?" he asked, his eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.
"Uh…sure." I said.
I could barely make out his smile. I didn't believe was as horrible as everyone thought he was, and that was the truth. I just think he's had it rough. And he has taken responsibility for his actions.
"I… should go." I said. "I'm late for a… party."
"I know." Fitz said.
I tried to step around him but he grabbed my arm again.
"W-what?" I asked, in surprise.
He sighed. "Clare, sit down."
He led me over to a large boulder and we both sat down on it.
"What is it?" I asked.
He was silent for a few moments. "I know I've said it before… that I like you, a lot."
I nodded. "I know."
"But… I'm in love with you Clare. I've never met a girl like you. A girl who'll go out of their way to make anyone else happy. I want to change for you. I'm not as bad as you think."
I let out a shaky breath. "Fitz…"
"I know you don't feel the same… I just had to tell you."
"I'm flattered Fitz-" he cut me off.
"So… you don't think I'm crazy?" he said excitedly.
"No…" I stood up. "I really need to go. I'm sorry."
He sighed. "It still sounds like you hate me."
"I don't. I swear." I said.
"Then can I at least walk you to the party? I know I'm not exactly invited I just want to make sure you get there safely."
I smiled. "Thanks. That'd be nice."
We walked side by side for awhile, in silence. He reached down and grabbed my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine. I stiffened.
"How's… how's the baby? And you, of course."
"We're good." I said, trying to pry his hand off of mine but his grip was too strong and he didn't seem to realize I wasn't comfortable with this. I sighed and just let him hold my hand.
"How far along are you again?" he asked.
"Almost 6 months." I said.
"Wow." he said. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?"
"Nope. Haven't gone to the doctor yet."
"Well, I bet he's a boy." Fitz said, smiling.
I laughed. "I bet she's a girl."
"Whatever you say." Fitz said. "I'd be happy with either."
He paused. "Are you still planning on giving him or her up for adoption?"
I sighed. I'd been avoiding that question. "I'm honestly not sure anymore."
"Well, if you were to keep it, and if all this legal stuff is over with, I'd be happy to help out." Fitz said.
"Thanks… but…" I said, my voice trailing off.
"Ah… Emo-Boy probably wouldn't be cool with it?"
"Probably not… but it's my decision so we'll have to see."
He nodded. I could hear the loud music of the party off in the distance.
Then suddenly, the loud siren of a police car screeched through the atmosphere. My breath caught in my throat.
Seconds later, I heard a voice I knew all too well.
"Clare!" Eli screamed loudly, sounding desperate.
Fitz let go of my hand and I took off running towards where I heard his voice.
"Eli!" I answered, but my voice was barely more then a whisper.
Then I saw him. Illuminated by the bright light of a spotlight. He winced and froze.
"Elijah Goldsworthy you are under arrest for the possession and distribution of illegal narcotics. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." a cop said as he stepped out of the woods and handcuffed Eli.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
A/N: EEEEEP. I bet most of you hated how that ended, I'm sorry. But stay tuned for the sequel which I decided to name "The Things I Do For Her." Please review! And thanks for reading this entire story!