Disclaimer: Degrassi isn't mine, unfortunately. If it was, this whole new season would be all about Eli and Clare.

A/N: This is my first ever Degrassi fanfic (on here, at least. I have one on LJ, but that was only written for a friend, so I find no need to post here, LOL), so pardon me if it's not that great. It's short, and kind of out of character, seeing as I don't really know much about Eli other than the fact that he and Clare belong together forever. So, I guess expect more EliClare? If this is good. ROFL.


RELEASE MY HEART

He's the one. I thought that K.C. was the one, thought K.C. would stay with me through everything. But it turns out he wasn't, with good reason. And not to mention Declan Coyne, with his perfect looks, much like Edward Cullen. But this Eli boy; Eli Goldsworthy ... he's smart, eloquent, witty and sarcastic. He doesn't drive a shiny silver Volvo, but he does drive a hearse named Morty. And as creepy as I thought it was when the said hearse ran over my glasses, I've grown to like Morty. Much like I've grown to like the goth boy with the most smug smirk any junior could have.

"Hi, Clare."

I shut my locker with a start, almost jumping out of my skin. He just appears! Never fails to scare me every time. He's lucky that just one look into those eyes makes me melt, otherwise I don't know how I'd be able to stand his lurking... creepiness. He's really good at showing up out of nowhere, seriously.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Oh, I'm doing great! Thanks for asking. How are you?" he countered sarcastically, normal smirk on his face. Sometimes I just wanted to... urgh.

I walked past him and he fell into step with me, head never turning away from me. I'm starting to think that that quirked half-smile was permanently attached to his face. Not that I didn't like it... What am I thinking? This boy would never have any interest in me. We're just English partners, Clare, don't get ahead of yourself. I sighed. One could only wish.

Ever-observant Eli noticed my sigh. "Parents again?"

"Hm?" He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it again as I spoke. "Oh, no, not this time."

Shaking his head he faced forward to watch where he was walking finally. "You know, Clare, if you heard me the first time, why question what I asked," he said, smirk back in place. He was mocking me. I couldn't help but grin myself and shove his shoulder lightly, which caused him to do something that I should be used to by now. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his chest. Right in the middle of the hallway, near the door to our English class.

"Eli -" I stopped myself once I noticed the close proximity we had. I could feel his breath against my forehead, and I'm pretty sure he could feel my shaky breath on his neck. He didn't move away and I couldn't bring myself to move either; it was somewhat... comforting to be this close to him, I couldn't help but relax into his grip.

"Clare." His voice was like a song, a soft melody from a violin, as he whispered in my ear. "We have to get to class." As if on cue the bell rang and he released my wrist, released my heart.

Eli Goldsworthy, I think I'm in love with you.


Reviews are lovely~ If this was liked enough, I might make one in Eli's point of view. Maybe I'm trudging into dangerous waters?