I don't own degrassi

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Eli's POV

It was raining again, and I was late to my first class -shocker-. I through my cigarette on the ground I stomped on it with my black worn out converse shoes. I put my lighter in my shoes in case the teachers searched me.

It smelt like rain luckily I was under the tree which shielded me from the wet liquid. I always had an interest with the rain, or probably because I despise sunshine and happiness.

I fixed my leather Jacket as I rushed inside the school so I wouldn't get that wet.

But I needed something to disguise the smell of smoke on my breath so I ate some gum.

I walked the quite halls of this God forsaking place called school….

I ran my hands through my raven colored hair before I entered through the classroom door.

Everyone was in their normal placing the teacher teaching, the girls staring at me waiting for my arrival, my eyes locked onto one girl that actually captivates me.

Clare Edwards.

The Angelic beauty was sitting by the window staring at the rain outside.

The teacher's eyes pierced onto my body, but I never broke my gaze from Clare's beautiful goddess like image.

Her short auburn color hair was curled and she sat there not even noticing me just staring outside.

"Elijah? Late again, how many times have we been over this?" Miss Dawes asked irritably.

Clare's piercing eyes like the ocean looked at me as she turned her head to look at me like the others. I forced myself to look away.

I smirked before I spat,

"It's Eli, not Elijah. How many times have we been over this?" I mocked her.

Clare's face became disgusted before she turned to stare at the lilies outside the window. I didn't let the mental rejection get to me, but it did. She wasn't turned on by my bad boy attitude, like every other girl in this school.

Miss Dawes glare became colder; she was already in a bad mood from the rainy season. I actually enjoy her as a teacher she taught my favorite subject, English. I am in fact really good at school….I just don't care.

"Detention, Mr. Goldsworthy."

I smirked, "Promise to save me a spot?"

I glanced over to Clare; she seemed to be smiling, which made my smirk even bigger in satisfaction. I was glancing back and forth from the teacher and Clare, I never have to worry that Clare would catch me because she never looks at me.

Miss Dawes sighed,

"Such a waste of talent, you truly are an amazing writer."

I almost felt bad.

Almost.

I was taught to never show emotion.

Ms. Dawes went back to her lesson. I let out a small chuckle under my breath.

I felt someone's stare stinging my back. It was innocent, popular, Clare Edwards wearing her nauseating, jock, boyfriend, Jake's, letterman jacket.

Our eyes meant and were locked onto each other. My heart stopped. It felt like Clare was challenging me. She must me a dominate kind of girl. I smirked and she returned it with a laugh. I could feel my breath quicken, I had to look away.

I looked down then back up at her finding her smiling out the window victoriously.

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I was sitting at the "Rebel" table (the reputation it acquired on its own), with my friends Adam, Owen, and Fitz.

We have had each other's back since day one. Nothing or no one can stop us.

I look over to the "Jock" table laughing. They used to bully us. Then one day we grew up and fought back. It's been a never ending feud ever since.

Jake is the worst of them all. When we were younger he tormented me, and one day I learned how to punch back. We hate each other. He makes my blood boil my fists tightened at the thought of him.

His father, Glen is dating my mother, CeCe. I hate having him over for dinner. Jake laughs at me when my mother forces me to grab the dirty plates from the table. Worst of all though and I have no idea why this bothers me the most….

He has Clare Edwards.

The Jock's table is directly right across from my groups table. I can see Jake's arm wrap around Clare's perfectly curvy body pulling her closer whispering into her ear, Clare blushed scarlet red.

I felt the pit of stomach feel an emotion I am not used to.

Could it be jealousy? I am used to sleeping with girls and forgetting about them the next day.

"We need to get them back." Fitz smiled very menacing.

Two days ago the "Jocks" egged our houses.

"We will." I smirked then I added "Give it time."

Owen interjected, "Come on Eli what do you have up your sleeve?"

"Patience is a virtue." It was all I said through my loose lips.

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Clare's POV

Everyone is hiding behind a mask. I hide behind a façade every day I go to school.

My boyfriend's grip was soft; I loved it when he gets in theses moods.

It's when he's drunk is where he is unrecognizable to me.

Jake has that cute boy-next-door look that I think I fell in love with.

I used to be nobody before Jake showed interest in me. I was invisible in the halls. Who knew getting laser eye surgery and chopping my hair off would get me Jake Martin.

Now I feel like I am somebody when I am with him. Some days I feel like I wish I was Invisible. I feel like I am filling in a role as that popular girl now.

"My dad isn't going to be home tonight." Jake whispered in my ear.

My heart froze; I know exactly where this was leading up to again. I would never say Jake forced me into sex he just highly pressured me. My delicate looking cross around my neck feels like it is stinging my skin.

I remember that night like the back of my hand. I remember crying myself to sleep for weeks after I lost my virginity.

That whole situation is very numb to me now.

"We'll see, honey" I kissed his ear after I whispered it.

My stomach felt sick. Jake still held onto me but turned his head to talk to KC and Drew.

Jenna and Alli were too engrossed into their conversation for me to interrupt with insincere comments,

I turned my gaze to other side of the lunchroom, where the "rebels" sat. Just the thought of me using that stereotypical name for them made me hate myself even more than I do. My eyes locked onto

Eli Goldsworthy.

I loved how theatrical Eli was when he talked. Ms. Dawes has stated many times how such a great writer he is, I want to read some of his work. Is it as dark as his attire?

I know Jake hates him, his father is dating Eli's mother. There was something underneath his bad boy shell and I want to figure it out.

God knows I would never have the guts to actually get to know him.

Our social groups hate each other.

I have a boyfriend; I think I am in love with.

My eyes travelled down from Eli's green jade eyes to his flawless white skin and his lanky body that hinted some muscle.

Elijah Goldsworthy seems like a cocky bastard. I thought for sure he would win the staring contest thing in English today; it surprised me that he looked away first.

It made me even more curious about him than I was before.

I put on a façade everyday so why can't Eli Goldsworthy.

People must think I am this perfectly happy quarterback of the football team's girlfriend.

That's all I am to people Jake's smart girlfriend.

I completely forgot I was staring at Eli Goldsworthy until I saw his signature smirk directing to me. My cheeks started to get hot from my blush.

Flashbacks from this morning came back to my head.

His intoxicating green eyes that now burn in my memory.

His friend Adam, Drew's brother nudged him. I took that opportunity took start talking with Jenna and Alli.

"Have you found your dress for the dance? " Alli's voice sounded excited.

Jenna added, " It's a masquerade!"

"We get gorgeous masks!" Alli squealed.

I already have a mask. I wear it all day

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This story is obviously AU. I love Jake's character but in this story he will be jerk.

Fitz and Eli are friends in my story. I hoped you enjoyed it.

Reviews are highly appreciated.

This will probably be a 7-10 chapter story depending on the result.

-Thank you (:

-Thank you (: