I don't own Degrassi. This is a two, maybe three-shot about the night Asher kissed Clare. Reviews would be nice.

Clare climbed into the shower on shaky legs. Tears spilled over her cheeks and mingled with the scalding hot water that she allowed to splash over her in waves, leaving goose bumps on the skin not directly exposed to its heat. She scrubbed vigorously at her lips until they were chapped and raw from the rough treatment, but nothing she did seemed to wash away the taste of stale, bitter coffee and menthol cigarette. She wanted to stay in the shower much longer than necessary, but the water began to run cold, forcing her out. She unsteadily got dressed in her pajamas, deciding to neglect her hair for the time being. It would be a wild mess in the morning if she didn't do something with it, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin in hopes of shaking the cold feeling that had been lingering around her since Asher kissed her, but it was no use. She shivered in spite of herself and wondered if she was overreacting. It was just a kiss, right? It wasn't that big of a deal. She repeated the same thing over and over in her head, but something in her gut twisted knowing it wasn't simply "just a kiss." It was a kiss from a man almost twice her age. A man who she worked for, and up until tonight, admired. A kiss she hadn't wanted.

Her phone buzzed violently on the bed side table and she seriously considered not answering it. There were several excuses she could give the next morning as to why she hadn't picked up, but she knew who was on the other end of the line. She had just begun to fix things with him, and she wasn't willing to mess it up for anyone. Especially Asher Freakin' Shostak. So, she grabbed the phone and answered, trying to cover up anything she was feeling with feigned happiness, but her voice fell flat.

"Hi," she muttered and winced at how cold her voice sounded, even to her own ears.

"Hello, Blue Eyes, how was work?" A cheery voice asked. Either Eli hadn't noticed her glum mood or had chosen to ignore it in favor of keeping the conversation light.

"Fine," she lied and sucked in a shaky breath which she tried to cover with a cough, "Work was fine, Eli. How was practice?" She tried to keep her voice light, but it came out strained and unnatural. She really tried not let Asher creep into her mind, but she failed miserably. The pressure of his lips on hers, the threatening way he had jumped from his chair when she backed away and the look of absolute fear and anger in his eyes as she ran out wouldn't leave her alone.

"Just fine? You were writing an article with the Asher Shostak. I thought you'd be elated." She winced when he said Asher's name even though she could hear the teasing edge to his voice.

"I'm just tired is all," she muttered.

"Well, you better wake up because I'm waiting for you outside." She could hear the smile in his voice and she smiled back, hurrying over to her window to peek out. Sure enough, there he was, grinning up at her widely. "Now hurry, it's freezing out here!" She giggled and started to hang up, but his voice on the other end stopped her. "Hey, Clare-"

"Yeah?" She asked and raised an eyebrow as she looked back down at him.

"I- I never mind, just get down here!"

"I'm coming, keep your pants on," she muttered and his rich laughter filled her ear.

"I promise, until you get down here at least." Clare rolled her eyes, but she could feel herself blushing.

"So romantic," she scoffed before ending the call and tossing the phone on her bed to change into different clothes. Despite feeling badly she still wanted to look somewhat presentable for her boyfriend. She dressed quickly in jeans and a cute sweater, pulling on a pair of fur-lined boots and tip-toed quietly down the stairs, making sure to be extra quiet while near Jake's room. If she woke him and he found out she was sneaking out and who see the teasing would never end. She grabbed her coat off the rack and slipped it on as she padded quietly to the edge of the yard to meet Eli. He smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"Nice hair, Edwards."

"Shut up," she growled. She could feel a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Don't worry, I think bed-head is cute on you," he said sincerely and she couldn't help but smile.

"Where are we going?" She asked, fighting away the last of the blush that still stained her cheeks.

"Ah, you'll see," Eli promised as he opened the door to CeCe's car and allowed her to climb in. "You're gonna love it."