A/N: So this is my first FanFic. Please be nice =)

Eli's POV

As I walked along the outside fence of the cemetery, I noticed a girl curled in a ball in front of the grave across from Julia's. I stopped, and watched as her body bounced with sobs. I entered the cemetery and kneeled down next to her and asked, "Are you alright?" She bolted up and attempted to wipe the mess of makeup from her face before turning around to look me in the eye.

"Fine," she stated as she brushed past me. Her eyes were a vivid ice blue, most likely accentuated from crying, and although her attempt to remove the makeup from her face failed, she was still one of the most beautiful people I've ever set my eyes upon.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked, while turning her around by her elbow. She looked at me, then down at her elbow, and pulled it back from my touch while rolling her eyes at the same time.

"I don't know you. Therefore, I'm fine," she stated as she turned around and walked off. I wasn't going to chase after her, no matter how beautiful or upset she was. I came here for a reason, and that was to talk to Julia, and I wasn't about to ditch my late girlfriend for someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with me. But first, I looked down at the grave she was weeping over.

Tyler Anthony Zucrich
August 24, 2000 - July 11, 2004

I couldn't help but think, "...Who was this boy? He was so young..." I figured he was perhaps her little brother, or perhaps a cousin, and shrugged it off. I walked over to Julia's grave and sat down in my usual spot and began talking to her. I clearly had lost track of time because before I knew it, the sun had begun to set. I said my goodbye's to Julia, walked back to Morty, and drove home.

On my way home, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl. I knew I'd seen her before, but I couldn't figure out how. I've never seen her at the cemetery before, and I almost everyone at school. Another thing that bothered me was the amount that she was crying. The boy passed away six years ago. How could she still be this torn up inside about it? It just didn't add up to me. Who was this girl? I wish she hadn't been so cold with me. She probably could've used a shoulder to cry on...

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School started two days later, and as usual, nothing changed. School was still lame, people still had their fake personalities, and Holly J was still president. My last class every day was English, which I absolutely dreaded. Don't get me wrong – I'm a good writer. I just hate to write, I hate to read, and I think it's absolutely ridiculous that I have to take class on a language that I can speak fluently. As long as people can understand what I'm saying, I see no point in it.

I sat in the seat in the direct center of the room, just because teachers never look in the dead center of the classroom, but always the outskirts. As other students entered, I overheard people whispering and giggling about the "new girl" who was really a student who had moved away, but now moved back. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at how annoying people can be when it comes to gossip. I felt someone sit in the desk behind me, but I didn't care who it was. All I had to do was go to class and do the work. I didn't have to actually attempt to make friends with people I couldn't care less about.

The teacher started the class off by saying that we're all to have partners this semester to edit our work so that we can turn in our best work. "Great," I thought, "now I have to actually pretend to like someone in this class." As the teacher read aloud who everyone was partnered with, I heard her say "Elijah Goldsworthy and Clare Edwards." I knew the name. It sounded so familiar to me. But I couldn't put a face to the name which was weird. I knew who everyone was.

"Well, at least I'll be able to put a face to the name," I mumbled to myself.

"Well, you might as well do it. I am sitting right behind you," a voice from behind me spoke.

I turned around and looked at the girl sitting behind me. Her face dropped when she looked me in the eyes. I couldn't believe it. It was the girl from the cemetery. Her piercing blue eyes glared me down as if she were repulsed by me. She then stood up and stomped her way over to our teacher and started what looked like arguing with her. As she huffed her way back to her seat, she muttered, "Great. Looks like we're stuck with each other." I smirked at how upset she was over this.

"I see you're feeling better?" I asked.

"Bite me," she growled.

"Just figured I'd ask," I rebutted.

"I don't need your pity," she spat as her eyes filled with tears. She stood up and darted out of the classroom. The teacher looked up and asked me if she were alright. I lied and said that she was about to get sick, and probably didn't think she'd make it if she had to ask for a hall pass. Once class ended, I gathered my things, along with hers, and took them with me so I could hand them to the teacher. Once I stood up, I heard a small voice behind me state, "Could I have my stuff back?"

I turned around and stated, "That depends. Are you going to stop being such a bitch to me? All I've been asking is if you're okay. Sorry I care."

She grabbed the books out of my hands and whispered under her breath, "I'll try."

And with that, she left. I have never been this intrigued by a girl before. If I hadn't seen her at the cemetery, I'd believe that she's just another stuck up snob at the school. But I had seen her at the cemetery, and I had seen her sobbing almost uncontrollably, so I knew something was up. She tried to make everyone believe that she was alright, but deep inside, she was broken, and there was something that was causing her to not be able to move on.

A/N: So? What'd you think? Should I continue or is it so horribly awful that I should just stop here?