Author's Note: Some of you may have seen or read this story before. If you think you have, it's probably true. This was my first story and I think it's some of my best work, but I wanted to repost it so that it could have chapters. Originally, I skipped a line whenever the setting changed, but they didn't show up when I posted it. I realize now that if I put it in to chapters, it would make it better. So here it is…again…only in chapters…and edited a little. I also may add a chapter that wasn't in the original. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. If I did, Sav would dress up in more costumes.

Guess Again (Part One)

"Guess what I am thinking of."

"…okay."

"This is a thing that is small, black, and quick."

"An ant."

"Darn! How did you guess so fast?"

"Because right now, your foot is right next to an anthill."

"What?" I screamed and got up quickly, hopping from foot to foot. I looked at Eli, who was now laughing hysterically.

"Wow!" he said, wiping a tear from his eye, "You should have seen the look on your face." He made his mouth form an "O" shape and widened his eyes and let out a high-pitched scream. He then continued to laugh, while I blushed, which only made him laugh harder. I smacked him on the shoulder.

"You know I hate ants! They eat garbage and live in dirt!"

"It's okay. There's no anthill. And if you hate ants so much, why would you think of them?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't expect me to think of that because you knew I hated them."

"Oh, Clare. You have much to learn. You have to think ahead. Anticipate how your opponent will think, and then figure out how to trick him. It's like chess. Another game that I could beat you at."

"Oh really? I'll have you know that my dad taught me how to play and now I can beat him."

"It's easy to beat someone who lets you win."

"Hey! You did not just go there!"

"Oh, yes I did!" he joked, wiggling his finger. I laughed.

Eli and I did this kind of thing a lot. Just going to the Dot, or to his house, or, like today, to a park bench, and playing some random game or working on English assignments or just sitting together and talking about whatever we felt like. We were close enough to be able to do nothing together and still have fun. I don't think we were in love just yet, but I really liked him. More than any other guy I had ever met, even K.C. before that thing with Jenna happened. He made fun of me a lot, and I made fun of him, but I think that only made me like him more, because I loved to hear him laugh and see him smirk. Sometimes we even argued just for fun, because we secretly loved to see each other a little angry. That's not weird, is it?…Don't answer that.

"Okay," he started, smiling, "My turn to show you how the master does it."

"Ah, yes. Enlighten me, Mr. Ego." I replied sarcastically.

"I will. Now, I am thinking of things that are…" he thought for a moment, then grinned slyly, "big…and blue…and…beautiful."

"Okay…are they…oceans?"

"Nope."

"Darn! Uh…skies."

"Try again."

"Blueberries?" I guessed exasperatedly.

"Wow, you are horrible at this. Come on, Clare! Blueberries are small and they aren't even blue!"

"Then why are they called blueberries?"

"How am I supposed to know? Just keep going!"

"Give me another hint!"

"Fine…I see them every day."

"Blue jeans?" I suggested hopefully.

"NO! Clare, open your EYES! Think!"

"No! I give up!"

"Oh come on, Clare Bear. Don't be a quitter."

"You know I hate being called that."

"I won't call you that if you keep trying."

"I told you I gave up!"

"Come on! I think you can I think you can I think you can!" he chanted, smiling.

"Elijah!" I growled.

"Oooh…Clare Bear is a feisty little bear." His smile widened.

"If you don't tell me the answer, I am gonna get real feisty!"

"Maybe I wanna see you get all feisty…" He answered suggestively.

"Eli! You know that isn't what I meant!" I was blushing again.

"Fine! Fine! I'll tell you the answer."

"Thank you."

"It was…drum roll please…"

"Stop stalling."

"I'm not saying it without a drum roll. It is good enough to need suspense."

"You are so…" I couldn't find the word.

"Awesome?" he guessed, a smirk emerging on his face.

"You wish. I was gonna go with dramatic. Now just say it." He waited, his eyebrows raised expectantly, until I groaned and stomped feet on the ground for a drum roll.

"Good," he praised, "Now...the moment you've been waiting for…the thing I was thinking of was…your eyes." My jaw dropped and my cheeks reddened even more. I felt surprised, delighted, and stupid at the same time. Oh, what this boy did to me.

"What?" I uttered.

"Your eyes. You know, those two round things right above your cute little nose and those pretty pink cheeks." Pink? They probably looked like tomatoes now.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"You're right. You are the master."

"Knew it."

"Because you won and pretty much made me swoon at the same time."

"That was the plan…Do you wanna hear the rest of my plan?" he asked.

"Yes! Tell me, my Sensei!" I giggled.

"Why should I tell you when I can show you?" He leaned forward, with that smirk on his face that told me that he wanted a kiss. As much as I wanted one too, it was payback time. I leaned forward until his lips grazed mine, and then leaned backward.

"Sensei!" I cried in mock innocence, "What are you doing? This behavior is not right for the classroom!" I heard him sigh softly in disappointment and laughed. He then blushed a little, which only made me laugh harder.

"I'm kidding, Eli. Come here."

"No. First you need to b taught a lesson. A lesson about why it's not good to tease your teacher." He then proceeded to tickle me.

"Eli!" I cried, "Stop it!"

"Not until you apologize." He replied, grinning and chuckling at my distress.

"Fine!" I said between giggles, "I'm so sorry that I follow the rules of teacher-student conduct."

"Eh…close enough." He shrugged. This time, I leaned forward. But before our lips touched this time, Eli's Dead Hand ringtone began to play. Darn.

"Sorry. Can I take this?" he asked. I nodded, ad he started talking on the phone. I tried to ignore what he was saying, but I was a bit curious.

"Hello?...Oh, hi…What's up?...Really?...Oh. I didn't realize… Is there any way we could reschedule?...No?...Okay, I'll be there…Yeah I'll bring my stuff…Hahaha…Okay…Bye…"

"So where were we?" I asked, pulling his chin up so that I could see into his eyes. He inched away from me.

"Sorry," he said distantly, "I have to go. But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"…Okay. Who was that on the phone?"

"Uh…"he hesitated, "My mom. Yeah. Apparently she scheduled some mother-son bonding right now and forgot to tell me."

"Did she forget to tell you or did you just forget?" I asked jokingly.

"She forgot." He replied a bit harshly, clearly not in the mood for humor. "Listen, I'm sort of in a hurry. Sorry we couldn't keep doing this. "

"Okay," I said, feeling a bit confused, "I hope you have fun with your mommy. What are you gonna do? Knit or do makeovers?"

"We're going to a…restaurant." He didn't even crack a smile.

"Okay. Well if you're going to Little Miss Steaks, don't order the salad. Last time I got wilted lettuce."

"Thanks for the tip. Bye." Eli turned around, briskly walked away, got in his car, and sped down the street, without listening to my good-bye. I sat there for a few minutes wondering about Eli's sudden change in behavior. Was it because of something I said? I thought he knew that I was joking… but maybe I had gone too far…Or did it have something to do with that phone call? But he didn't sound bothered on the phone, but he seemed hesitant when talking about it…For getting mad at him for stalling during our game or rejecting his kiss? He didn't normally get that angry about that, but you never know with guys. I kept pondering until I had a sudden realization that I had no way to get home. This had never happened to me before because usually Eli drove me. I guess he was in so much of a hurry that he forgot that I couldn't drive or pay for a taxi. I picked my phone up to call my mom for a ride home only to find a new message from Eli. I listened.

"Clare? Are you there?...Oh that was stupid. Of course you are there or else no one would be listening to this…." I couldn't hear the next thing he said because the rock music blasting out of his radio speakers was too loud. So he was driving when he said this…very dangerous.

"Anyway," he continued, "Come over my house tomorrow morning at ten. I have a surprise for you." The message stopped there without a good bye. A surprise? I wondered what that could mean while waiting for my mom and all of the way home, making her kind of mad because she hated being ignored. Then, that night, I dreamed of Eli surprising me with diamond earrings and tickets to a Justin Bieber concert (don't judge). I worried that I was getting my hopes up, but then I realized that I didn't care.