Heyy! So this chapter is called "Operator" by The Ready Set. It's my best friend Brianna's favv song and (She has a crush on Jordan)

I give you, Don't Go Back chapter 3: Operator

3. Operator

Clare's POV

I was pushed by a crying Imogen. "You slut!" She said, and ran past after slapping me. I wondered why that happened.

I pulled out my phone and called Jake. He answered with a cough. "Jake, we need to talk. It's about Imogen, she was crying."
"I know, come to the Piyoc's hotel. Room 143."

"Alright, see you then." I put my bag under my arm and placed the phone in my pocket. My thumb started to cramp when I finally got a taxi. He took me and I walked to the bathroom in the lobby.

It was swollen. I covered it up with the makeup I had in my bag. I knew someone would notice.

My face felt hot as I walked into the crowded elevator and down the hall. The hollow door was opened only a second after I knocked. "Come in." He welcomed. The place felt… homey.

I sat on the couch as he slid onto the table. "Well, it all started when I told her about us." I had a shock in my body. Jake and I… Cake.

"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered.

"I mean about how we were friends when we were young."

"Oh yeah. So, she took it as dating?"

He nodded.

"So, how do we get her back here? And back to you?" I asked.

He chuckled for a second. "Jealousy is a bitch."

"It's a bitch. But it might work."

He got up with me and walked. While walking he pin pointed Imogen on his phone. Dammit! How could this be so easy? Nothing is this easy!

Later that night…

I closed the door behind me with a smile on my face. Only to realize when I turned around Eli was staring at me.

"You know I liked you! And yet go leave after our date and go hang out with-"

I didn't want to get into this argument. My lips crushed against his. "Do you believe I love Jake now?" I asked after we pulled away.

"I could still use a good story." He smirked as we walked over to the couch and sat down. I sat down next to him, shivers hit my body as he wrapped his arm around me, but I tried to make it so he didn't notice.

"Earlier, Imogen dumped Jake because he told her about him and me knowing each other as kids. Then she came over and slapped me so I went to his hotel to talk to him about her." I paused, remembering what he said next.

"We tried to make her jealous." I said, my gaze suddenly remembering our 'date.'

"Great, she threw her phone in the trash." He exclaimed, looking at the park bin.

"Well, where do you think she could've gone?" I asked him. He took a long breath before answering me. "KC's." He said.

KC Guthrie's place? What the hell? Why would she go to KC's place? But luckily enough, we found her.

The door was open, and we walked right in to see Imogen kissing KC as she straddled him.

"KC, what happened? Now that Jenna's baby is here she got to boring from caring for it?" I teased.

"Well that depends, why are you here with him? Eli get to boring?" He asked.

"No. We broke up…" I said in retaliation, trying to hide our date earlier.

"So now you're with this player?" He asked.

"You should be talking." I yelled. I saw the gaze that was coming from Imogen and did the first action that popped into my head.

I reached up and kissed Jake right on the lips. I felt something, a spark. I quickly pulled away and brushed the curls from my face.

"If you would've stayed with me longer that's what you would've gotten." I said, before slapping a smirk on my face and walking back to the elevator.

It was completely empty, I pressed the button and held the 'close door' one. Once it started moving I fell to the floor. What had I done? I loved Eli, but there was something between Jake and me from our childhood.

But I loved Eli more; our hospital drama didn't matter anymore.

Eli's POV

She zoned out for a minute, completely blank. She had a worried look on her face while staring. There was a knock at the door. Suddenly she was back and opened it. "Hello?"

"Ms. Edwards?" A man in a suit asked as he gestured for her to come out. I stood up.
"I'm Detective Phelps, we're gonna need you to come with us." She looked at me for a mid-second, then back.
"Of course, detective." She said, hesitant. Then walked out. They saw me and asked me to come too.

I knew what this was about and so did she, but since we got here Saint Clare was more rebel than saint. I mean, changing her clothes, dying her hair, saying a killer was her 'best friend', but she didn't have that personality.

We walked down the hall to the vehicle and got in.

The car soon stopped at a police station where we were dragged into interrogation rooms.

"So, what exactly is your name?" Phelps asked me. I hated my full name, but I had to use it.

"Elijah Goldsworthy." He thought for a minute before looking through his cabinets.

"Good. No record kid." He said and grew a smug smile. "So, why were you with Ms. Edwards today?"

"It's a long story," I began. "We go to Degrassi High in Ontario, but as a summer project our principle pulled some strings with the district to let us come here for two weeks. Clare is my… one of my roommates."

He sighed and gave me a look. "You hesitated before saying she was one of your roommates, do you have something you're hiding?"

I sighed. "The rich Fiona Coyne was my best friend, you should have a record on me, and I went to therapy, as did she. We got along because of that. She was my other roommate but her and Clare got into a fight, so she went away for the night."

He strapped something against my wrist. A lie detector, great, he thought I was lying.

"So, do you know anything about the murder of Andrew Torres?" I kept my eyes on the strap.

"Drew was a very good friend of mine. Adam Torres- I'm sorry, Gracie Torres, is my best guy friend, so Drew and I were really close."

"So you were in contact with him most days."
"Yes, actually. I didn't know Drew was murdered until a few days ago." The machine started beeping crazed.

"You're lying. You know what happened and you are going to tell me Mr. Goldsworthy!"

"I knew about it two days ago." The machine calmed. "What happened, Elijah?" He asked me.

I was taken back to that night. "Clare arrived at my apartment with bloodshot eyes. She told me she couldn't stay with Alli. Alli had gone on a date with Drew, while Drew was dating Bianca DeSousa.

"She said they went to the theatre where Alli and Drew were at and she saw Bianca pull out a gun and shoot him in the head."

I looked at the monitor, it stayed a bumpy line. "Thank you, Elijah. You may go now."

I got up and was escorted from the room. I saw Clare crying as she was a step in front of me to my left. She had her hands behind her back.

"She's not the killer. She's the killer's friend." I turned around and told him. "But she was involved with the murder. She and the killer were both there."

"Clare wouldn't lie. Not even to me." I muttered.

She looked at me with a bitchy look on her face. And smirked to the cop. "Alright, who's my jail buddy?" She asked.

He led her to the hallway, and the rest I couldn't see. Why was Clare so happy about going to jail? It was usually only one night though, she didn't actually kill Drew.

Later that night…

The knock on my door woke me. I got up to open it. But it was already opened and her boot was stepping in. "Fiona!" I exclaimed running and hugging her. She hugged me back and this seemed like forever.

"Earlier today you saw me and Clare freak at each other, and I don't want you to be bothered. So, here's the story."

"Should I get comfortable?" I asked her, waving my hand up and stopping her. She nodded and I sat on the couch.

"Before I went to therapy, I told Clare that I really liked you. This was before the dance. She got very mad at me and said to just leave you alone, but when we went to therapy, I felt more comfortable around you."

I choked. "You love me?" I yell. She nodded carefully. "I don't know." I replied.

"What isn't there to know?" She asked.

"I just, I love you, but like a sister." I stated, she nodded. "Its fine, Eli. I get that you love Clare. But just remember, she left you, when you were all alone and hurt in that hospital. And she went back to the dance with Alli."

My body trembled with anger. "Fi, you can't try to guilt me like this! That is the past and so is this whole charade between you and Clare! I'm nothing to fight over!"

She cut me off before I could finish. "What are you talking about, Eli? Your personality, your past, your eyes, that evil smirk! Every girl would want you if they dared to talk to you."

I sighed. "But I only want one girl, and she's in prison." I muttered under my breath. Fi walked to the bedroom and later came out in her pajamas.
"I'm sorry. I'm bipolar, and this just went to my head. Friends?" She asked, reaching out her hand.

I grabbed it and we did our handshake. She started giggling. We sat down on the couch and watched movies until we went to sleep, or until she went to sleep.

I couldn't… the question just ran through my head as I sat.

Cliffy! So what do you want to see in the next chapter? Jenna finding out she's famous in LA from her 'Just A Girl' single? More Eclare? Cake? REVIEW! (I'm gonna need about 5 reviews to keep writing so show your friends if you see this and liked this!)