Hey there lovelies :) so I decided to do She's Too Perfect from Clare's POV since people have been requesting it. I understand lol, plus I don't want my readers to hate me *cough* Jennifer *cough.* Also, just to address the issue. The last line "I love you. I hate you" was thought by Eli. I thought people would get that since there were no quotation marks and it was entirely in Eli's POV but I guess it could get confusing. Another thing lol, I was not trying to glamorize rape in this story. I made Clare's reactions as real as possible. Maybe the whole "holding" thing was a bit out of place, but she tenses at his touch and she's practically in shock. You know what? Let's just proceed to Clare's POV so everyone gets a better understanding. BTW it's FANFICTION people. Of course Eli would never do anything like this. Come on. It's ELI! haha. On to the story…

P.S. He totally should've worn a condom, but I forgot that minor detail. So, I might edit the story to where he has a condom or you can just pretend it's there :] anyways lets proceed…

He leaves me breathless. His sarcasm, his hotheadedness, his sweetness, his caring nature, he could possible by the one. Every time our legs accidentally brush up against one another's. Every time his gorgeous smile makes me smile. Every time he kisses me and pulls me into a hug. He breathes new life into me that I didn't know I had. He's everything I could possibly ask for. Though, he has been acting a bit…odd, lately. I push these thoughts away as I make my way towards Eli. We have a study date planned.

"Hey Eli," I say shyly. I'm always shy when I'm around him.

"Hey Clare," he says with a smile, "ready to work on our English assignment?"

"Yep, but you never told me where we were going to do this though," I respond. Does he ever?

"It's a surprise," he says with a shrug. It always is. I smile at the thought as I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He pulls me in for a sweet kiss that I essentially melt into. I slowly pull away and make my way into Morty. Is it just me or do I see a hint of frustration from Eli? Maybe it's just my imagination. Eli gets into the drivers' seat and we set off to wherever he is taking us.

As we're driving, I see Eli looking at me out of my peripheral vision. I look out the window to hide the blush forming at my cheeks. Maybe it's the outfit. Sure, it's a bit more revealing than usual, but I thought he would like it. The shirts a little too clingy and the skirt's maybe just a bit too short, but at least I have a cardigan to cover up with. But thanks to the wind, I'm going to have major bed head. Great, I wasted those 20 minutes for nothing. I watch as the scenery starts to change. There are more trees and gravel has replaced the paved road.

"Eli, where are we?" I ask curiously.

"We're here," Eli says simply with his signature smirk. I roll my eyes internally.

"In the woods, really Eli?" I say sarcastically, "So how should we do this,

should I run, fall, then let you hack me into a bunch of pieces, or are you going to go Psycho on me and stab me while we're making out in the backseat?" I never knew I could be so bold.

"A combination of both," he says suggestively, "let's go, Blue Eyes."

I climb into the back of Morty as I watch Eli follow suit. I make myself comfortable against the back of the front seat. I pull out a pen and paper and start on this monotonous assignment. I hear Eli close the door and sit across from me. This assignment is really getting on my nerves. "Why be someone else when you can be yourself?" The question is so easy, its complex. My brows start to furrow and I start to erratically chew at my pen cap. I feel Eli again, staring me down. I feel the heat creep across my cheeks once again.

"Eli, don't you think you should get started?" I ask trying to break the tension. No answer. "Eli?"

"Clare, why are you so perfect?" I shoot my head up from my paper to look at him. That question is random, flattering, and insulting all at the same time. I already have one tough question on my hands. I do not need another one. Besides, I don't think I'm perfect, by any means.

"I'm not perfect," I say as I lower my gaze back to my paper.

"Don't lie to me," he says harshly. What in god's name is wrong with him? I flinch slightly at the tone of his voice.

"I'm not lying," I say timidly.

"I'm sorry," he says regretfully.

"It's okay," I say with a reassuring smile.

"Clare," he says with an unfamiliar tone before making his way over to place his lips on mine. His lips were warm and slightly chapped, but I loved the way they felt against mine. I was getting lost in his kiss when I felt his hands grasp my hips. The sudden feeling made me gasp and I felt Eli snake his tongue into my mouth. Eli was starting to cross boundaries so I made an attempt to softly push him off. But…I can't…I can't get away. I start to push even harder. What is he doing? I feel his tongue move around inside my mouth.

"Eli!" I scream in his mouth, trying to get his attention. Maybe…maybe he's just lost in the moment. Yeah, that's it. He starts to push me against the floor of Morty roughly. He's hurting me. I start to struggle even more. He releases my lips from his and makes his way towards my neck. I scream, trying to get his attention, but…he's not stopping. I feel him smirk against my skin. He fucking hears me.

"Eli! Get off me!" I yell giving him a stronger push than the last few. This one gets his off momentarily as I try to reach for the back door. He grabs my leg and brings me back to him, only to start back to where he was. His lips attack my neck again and the sensation makes me involuntarily moan. I don't want this.

"Stop it!" I scream louder. What is happening? I thought…I thought he loved me. He tries to shrug my cardigan off of me as I struggle to keep it on. He overpowers me and takes the cardigan off. He throws it over his shoulder. His lips push against mine again and I feel his hands against my bare skin. His cold rings make me shiver.

"Please! Why are you doing this!" He stops momentarily. I see his once beautiful and glowing green eyes haze over in a dark lust and rage that I have never seen before.

"YOU'RE TOO FUCKING PERFECT!" he yells at the top of his lungs. He rips my tank top down the middle. He exposed my bra and that's when I really start to fight. I kick and scratch with all my might. "I want to be the one that takes everything from you!" he hisses in my ear. I feel the hot tears roll down my cheeks. He was supposed to love me.

"Please Eli, don't do this," I say in between sobs.

"It's too late, Clare," he taunts at me. He kisses the top of my chest and roams his hands all over my body. I feel disgusting. He reaches for the button on my skirt and I immediately try to protect it. I try my hardest to shove his hands away, but he grabs my wrists and puts them above my head. I can feel the bruises forming on my wrists. I'm losing. My crying becomes even more erratic. It's like he wants to see me breakdown. He pulls down my skirt and looks me up and down with the same smirk. He sits up just enough to take off his blazer and shirt.

"Eli! STOP!" I scream until my voice gives out. He kisses me again, rougher than the last few times. He sucks on my bottom lip and I moan again. I feel him smirk against my lips. He likes this. I hear a growl erupt from him as he bites my lips. I feel beads of blood drop down onto his lip. I am forever a part of him. I whimper at the pain. His hands move lower and I kick him as hard as I could. I hear him slightly chuckle at the pathetic fight I'm putting up. He forces himself in between my legs to stop my fighting. He continues to touch where no one else has touched me. I'm ruined. I squirm and wiggle at how uncomfortable I am. I try to swallow the moans that are leaving my throat against my will. He becomes even more animalistic as he rips off my bra and panties, leaving me weak and vulnerable.

"Please Eli, don't," I whisper, exhausted from this emotionally and physically draining war.

"You've already lost this battle," he whispers harshly into my ear. He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough. I don't want to be another Darcy. He thrusts into me not caring about the scorching, violent pain. I scream at the horrible feeling…but he ignores me and continues in his hedonistic ways. He wants to hear me scream.

"I hate you!" I scream, finding my voice again.

"I love you," he groans. You don't know the first meaning of love. My muscles start to relax and I feel the pressure build in my abdomen. A feeling I try to ignore.

"Don't hold back," he says in my ear. I want him to feel a bit of pain. It could never amount to mine, though. I dig my nails into his back and scratch down. I feel the blood slowly spill down from the minor scratch. He groans. Sick bastard. The pressure starts to build more and more. His movements become faster, harder.

"Say my name, Clare," he whispers.

"No," I grumble. You don't deserve to have your name leave my lips. I see an array of colors as the tears distorts my vision.

"SAY IT!" he yells as he thrusts even harder into me. The pain is enough. I scream, in pain…and pleasure. I'm disgusted with myself.

"ELI!" I scream as loud as I can. The pressure bursts and he collapses on top of me. He removes himself from me and I whimper from the loss. He lays down beside me as I stare at the ceiling of Morty in complete and utter shock.

"I hate you so much," I say quietly, new tears begin to fall at my cheeks.

"I know," he says slowly with a knowing smirk. He has broken me. I am bruised and broken at the hands of someone I thought would never hurt me. I'm no longer pure, he took that from me. No matter what, I am his forever. He brings me to him and I tense at his touch. His touch will never be the same.

"You've won," I say, saddened at the sudden realization.

He loves me. He hates me.

Note: I hope that cleared some things up for ya'll. Ya'll? I need to get out of South Carolina, dude. lol