This is my first Eclare fic and some of it is kind of a compilation of a few other stories I've read here. This is just my version. The title was taken from a Lenka song, which I don't own; nor do I own Degrassi or any of the characters represented here. Basically, Eli has been bullying Clare for a long time so I guess they have a bit of a love/hate relationship. So far I have 10 chapters written but I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with it beyond that point. So please, if you have any suggestions leave a review and I will possibly include them in some of the later chapters that I haven't written yet. Please read this. I promise its good and for the most part grammatically correct.

They had been at war for as long as she could remember. He'd hidden her homework, tripped her in the hallway and put dead bugs on her lunch when she wasn't looking. He teased her in every way that a boy can tease a girl, and as they grew older, it only got worse. Now in high school at Degrassi, Eli had pulled out her chair from under her in the café, gotten her detention three times and pulled down her pants during gym class. He was ruthless and relentless about it.

Clare smiled as she headed to her locker before first period. They only had a couple classes together this year, so Eli had been pretty low-key. Afterall, he was always hanging out with his dumb boyfriends who only encouraged him. She did her best to avoid the whole party- Dave, KC, Adam and Drew.

"What's up, bff?" Alli said, fast approaching, Jenna shortly behind.

"Hey guys, ready for another wonderful day at your friendly, neighborhood Degrassi?"

"Ok, you're even too perky for me this morning. Is something going on?" Alli questioned.

"You do seem kind of chipper," Jenna added.

"Nothing really. The school play is about to start and I'm on props again. Plus I'm going to try and do newspaper this year. And most importantly, I hardly have any classes with Eli Goldsworthy. Life couldn't be better," Clare rationalized.

"Did I hear my name?" Eli rounded the corner and stared at Clare, clearly annoyed. "Jease Edwards, you can't go two seconds without mentioning me? Stalk much?" He continued to walk by as Clare rolled her eyes and Dave chuckled.

"Haven't you met your terrorize Clare quota for the morning?" Adam asked.

"Hey, she always antagonizes me first. I'm just defensive."

"Whatever you do, you always seem to get her good," said Dave. "But come here. I've got a plan for this afternoon."

They all headed to the corner where Dave had beckoned them and pulled out a bucket. Inside were water balloons.

"What's that?" Drew and KC appeared.

"I figured we could go up to the roof and drop them on some niners later," Dave explained.

"That's awesome!" Adam said, picking one up. He then jokingly tossed it at Eli, who quickly grabbed it, just gracefully enough to keep it from bursting.

"Whoa, careful dude."

"Of course we wouldn't want to mess up your guyliner," Drew jested.

"Hey!" Eli said and deliberately chucked it at him just as Clare approached. The water splattered all over her, including her books. Everyone froze in shock as they stared at her dripping curls. Alli and Jenna looked on in horror since they had just narrowly escaped her ill-fate.

But Eli only smiled and then began to laugh. "Whoops! But I do have to thank you Clare, for wearing that lovely white shirt today."

Her head slowly looked down to see that her dark purple bra was standing out strikingly through her white blouse, revealing everything as the rest of the guys turned to stare at her chest. Her hands forcefully turned to fists while her face flushed red with rage. Fortunately Alli was there to jump in front and put her books in front of Clare, blocking the view before she could throw down.

"Come on, I've got my after school clothes in my locker," she said, leading her away, the sound of hysterical laughter fading behind them.

"I can't believe him!"

"Clare, I'm sure it was just an accident," Jenna attempted to comfort.

"An accident? He was happy about it!"

"Of course they were happy about it. I'm sure none of them have seen a rack that big and up close outside of a butcher shop," Jenna jested in an attempt to lighten the mood. Clare was not amused.

They reached Alli's locker. "Alright enough. Here are my clothes that I wear when my parents pick me up from school so they don't know I dress like this while I'm here. They should be conservative enough for your liking and your shirt can dry in your locker throughout the day."

"Alli you're a life-saver," Clare said taking the clothes. "It just makes me sick that he even saw me- that they all saw me like that. Between that and Eli pantsing me he's practically seen me completely naked!"

"Well, they've all practically seen me naked then because I've worn a bikini in public," Jenna rationalized.

"Jenna's right, Clare. It's really not that big a deal."

Then they heard a wolf whistle, "Lookin' good Clare," Owen said as he passed by.

Clare grabbed Alli's clothes, ready to storm off to the girl's room. "I'll never hear the end of this."

A few moments later she arrived to her English class, apologizing to Ms. Dawes for being late because of a "wardrobe malfunction", and was even more unsettled to see that the only vacant seat was directly behind her arch nemesis.

"Clare, you didn't have to change just to impress me," he smirked at her. She rolled her eyes and slammed her books loudly on her desk.

"Alright, Clare, as I was saying, you will have a writing partner this year. I understand that not all of you aspire to be authors or story tellers, but for those of you who do, you will be workshopping in groups just like these."

Clare began to get out her notebook and was finally ready with her pencil in hand, just in time to hear, "Clare Edwards and Eli Goldsworthy." She froze.

"What?!"

Ms. Dawes looked up. "You will be working with Mr. Goldsworthy, Clare. Now the topic will be- the worst event to happen in your lives. This class is going to be about emotional writing and in order to do that you must first open yourselves up to the reader."

She spent the rest of the period trying to think of ways to get out of working with him when Eli finally turned around and said, "Don't worry. I'll handle it." She nodded and then the bell rang.

"Ms. Dawes," Eli approached her as Clare stayed behind to eavesdrop while she collected her books. "Ms. Dawes, I really don't feel comfortable working with Clare."

"That's nonsense, Eli. The two of you seem like you'll feed off of each other wonderfully."

"Well, the issue is, we can't stand each other."

"Looks like you'll just have to learn to tolerate one other."

"But he's a malicious jerk whose sole purpose in life is to torment me," Clare interrupted.

"And she's a neurotic nuisance who exits just to annoy me," Eli added.

"Well, you clearly agree on the fact that you don't want to work together. Let's build on that," Ms. Dawes concluded before finally dismissing them both.

"This is just great," Eli said sarcastically.

"I thought you said you'd handle it," Clare rounded on him.

"If you hadn't butted in, maybe I could have convinced her. That is so like you, Edwards. You always have to have the last word. You can't give anyone else a shot."

"I could have given you ten shots right in the head. But I guess I'm not the only one completely immune to your obnoxious charm. Ms. Dawes can see right through it, too. She obviously just wants me to fix your essays for you."

Eli was aghast. "Wow, what's it like being up there on that high horse of yours all the damn time?"

"You are ridiculous!" she screamed and stormed away.

"I'll see you Saturday," he called after her.