A/N: I know that so many people are going to do a Flare story after the 2011 promo of Degrassi since, OMG, drama! So I decided that I would add my own story into the mix since I cannot resist. I love Eli and all, but come on, FLARE! Oh my drama!
Also, a note on my other story, The World as We Knew It, it is going on hiatus for a little bit. The ideas in my head have stopped momentarily. Sorry guys.

Okay, without further ado, I present you with Mess of Me [Yes, I named this story after the song by Switchfoot, a truly wonderful band.]

Louder Than Thunder

An ear shattering boom sounded throughout my house, cutting the stone silence. My pencil jumped from my grasp and landed with a small crack on the floor. My heart was now beating at an erratic pace and I clutched my chest, willing it to slow. I took deep breaths and looked up from my homework.

The world outside the windows of my living room was gloomy and gray. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and I had gotten a ton of homework to complete over the weekend. Eli had called earlier to ask if I wanted to come over to his house and hang out with him and Adam, but I had reluctantly refused.

My heartbeat seemed to be going back to normal after the sudden thunder clap. I breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick up my pencil. It was one of Eli's pencils. He had borrowed it to me earlier that week during English and I had 'accidentally' not given it back to him. I smiled at the memory and set the tip of the lead down onto the paper I was writing on. I had been in the middle of a complicated math equation. I groaned when I tried to remember the work that I had been keeping in my head. I couldn't remember. So that meant I had to redo the whole freaking problem. I sighed and began to write the work down this time, so I'll be prepared next time.

Ring Ring Ring

The pencil, once again, jumped from my fingers and landed on the couch beside me this time. I stood up suddenly and huffed, getting a little angry at all of these distractions. The phone continued to ring loudly through the house. Goosebumps formed up and down my exposed arms and I reached over to the armrest of the couch to retrieve my gray cotton blazer. I shoved my arms into the sleeves and straightened the blazer over my dark golden short-sleeved pattern tee.

I strode over to the telephone and checked the caller ID. I didn't recognize the number but I picked it up anyway since I was home alone and there was no one else to answer it.

"Hello?" I asked the other line.

"Hey Clare," my best friend Allie chirped.

"Hey Allie! How have you been?" I asked her. I hadn't spoken to her in nearly a week.

"I have some awesome news," she told me, ignoring my question.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You better be sitting down because it's big," she warned me. Now I was very curious. Abiding her cautions, I sat down on the stool by my kitchen counter.

"Okay, you're killing me. What's going on?" I asked anxiously.

"I'm going back to Degrassi!" she shouted into the phone, causing me to tear the receiver from my ear in an attempt to not become deaf.

"Oh my gosh Allie! That's amazing! What about your other school?" I asked. Allie had enrolled in an all-girls school across town because she felt that boys were ruining her high school years.

"I miss the drama. It is so boring at this school! Nothing exciting happens," she informed me.

"I thought that was part of the reason why you left Degrassi, so you wouldn't get caught up in the drama," I asked her.

"No, no, no. This time, I won't get involved in the drama. I'll be a good girl, just like you," she told me.

A good girl? Maybe that would have applied to me a few months ago. Before I told off Jenna, skipped class, got a piercing without my parents permission, violated school dress codes for a day, got involved in a knife fight, and started dating Elijah Goldsworthy. I think maybe my good-girl reputation has been tarnished since all of those actions took place. I mean, I may still wear a cross around my neck, a purity ring around my finger, and wear conservative clothes. But I'm not exactly all too innocent anymore. Or maybe that's just what I tell myself.

"I'd like to see you try Allie," I scoffed. I know I should be supportive of my friend, but if you knew her, you would know that she would never become a good girl. She loves to make drama. She loves excitement. And that will not change about her after being at an all-girls school for a couple months. Sorry Allie, but it's the truth.

"No, I swear! Maybe you could help me; show me the way to be good," she said. I pulled the phone away from my mouth and tried to hold back the laugh that threatened to rip from my throat. I'm sorry but 'show me the way to be good' was hilarious!

Ding dong

I let out a yelp at the sudden sound of the doorbell. I instantly got scared, as I always do when the doorbell rings and I'm home alone. I pressed the phone against my ear again.

"What was that?" she asked me.

"Doorbell. I've got to go see who it is, hold on," I told her and got up from the stool. I clutched the phone to my head and slowly walked over to the front door. I took small stepped and I barely heard my footsteps.

I picked up the pace and walked over to the door. I grasped the handle and twisted.

As soon at the door opened, I was hit with a cold wind and a couple drops of water hit my face. It was raining pretty hard outside so it was hard to see the figure that stood on my front porch. Then the figure took a step forward and I almost dropped the phone.

"Fitz," I gasped. He stood, looming over me with a line of red across his right cheekbone.

"What?" Allie yelled at me from the other line. Oops, she didn't need to know that.

"I'll call you back, Allie," I told her.

"Don't you dare hang up on me Clare Edwards! Is Fitz seriously at your house right-" I hung up on her. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I didn't want to handle that right then. I dropped the phone from my ear back kept it clutched in my hand.

"Hello Clare," Fitz greeted me. And, as if on cue, a flash of blinding white lightning filled the sky and shined more light on this terrifying man in front of me.

Well, this was unexpected...

Ohmigosh, I know. That was super short and frankly, the writing kinda sucked. But I swear the next chapter will be so much better.

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