There's Something About You

Clare's POV

I have no clue why there was an attraction. He was beyond normal in every single aspect. Elijah Goldsworthy drove me up walls and somehow found a way to get under my skin. But the voice in the back of my head implied that he enjoyed every minute of watching me squirm. Yet, still I felt a longing to be around him.

What am I saying? I make this sound like we're complete strangers. Well, we're not. Elijah Goldsworthy is not just my English partner, he's a… friend.

I was hooked by eleven words. Eleven words were all it took for my heart to melt. It skipped a beat when he pulverized my glasses with hearse, and it melted into goo when he told me I had pretty eyes. And I'm discovering that every little tease and each crooked grin he throws in my direction sets the melting point higher and higher. I'm praying now that once he realizes what those mixed signals do to me, he'll compliment the attraction, but wishes don't always come true.

I was sitting in the bright classroom, intoxicated by his scent which was wafting towards me every time Miss Dawes circulated through the rows. It was bitter sweet, his smell, but not in a bad way. I stared at his chocolate brown hair and saw it was lightly tousled. I hoped that if stared long enough he would turn around so I could see his face. His hair fell, perfectly, just in front of his eyes; those eyes. His emerald eyes were what kept me up at night. They had an eerie glow to them, but challenged me equally as his words.

"Prove it," They taunted.

He thought he could figure me out, rip me at my seams and uncover what I'm made of, but how could he figure out who I was, if I wasn't so clear myself? He seemed determined though, so with every chance he got he tried.

I fumbled impatiently with the flimsy floral fabric of my blouse as the lecture droned through my ears. "Letters have been part of our communication for centuries. Yes, there were ways to talk to distant acquaintances before texting, instant messages, and Facerange." A few laughs were heard but kept under Miss Dawes' radar, therefore she continued, "Important letters have been found all around the world to help piece together our history, but these facts are irrelevant to our new project." She retrieved a stack of newly printed papers from her desk and began to distribute them around the room. "Each of you will be writing a letter to someone in this class. It may be me, or the chum beside you, or even the peer you've been eyeing since day one," I felt her stare zero in on me, and only me. I quickly released the material of my shirt and felt chills run down my spine. Immediately engrossing myself into the imperfect doodles scratched in the margins of my handout. "The purpose of this is to get to know a distant student in this class, because my goal for you at the end of this semester is not only know more about yourself, but your peers too. This project will be handed in next week. I will inform you now that one copy will be handed to me, for a grade, and one will be handed to the person receiving the letter, any questions?" Her eyes scanned the room for a few moments. "No? Okay then, I'll give you sometime now to start brainstorming ideas." Pushing her glasses further on the bridge of her nose she then retreated to the sanctity of her beloved swivel chair.

Should feelings be expressed in a letter for English class? I think not, but my heart keeps telling me to take a chance.

To: Eli Goldsworthy

Yea, it's me, Saint Clare. Yes, I'm writing this letter to you because if I ever talked to you about this I can just image you cracking a sarcastic remark. I don't want to deal with your antics at the moment, so here it goes: I like you, a lot, Eli.

Was I actually writing this?

I tore the sheet of loose leaf from my binder and sighed.

"So what can possibly be on the mind of the infamous Clare Edwards?" A voice chuckled. I glanced up at him now; a lopsided smile was plastered onto his face.

"Nothing that would interest you," I whispered, clenching the crumpled up paper tighter in my fist.

"Doesn't seem that way," He somehow abducted the paper from my grip.

"No!" I hissed and extended my empty hand towards the note that was now out of reach. "You don't want to read it; too many mistakes! Definitely something you do not want to read—" Eli held up his pointer finger, as if that would silence me.

Once the letter was unfolded, Eli's cheesy grin was transformed into something I've never seen before. Was he honestly amazed? But his unfamiliar amazement didn't last; the note was not that long so he quickly finished reading it.

"This is very interesting, Clare." He noted before placing the scrap into his black jacket's pocket. "I might just have to get back to you about this." And with the sound of the pre-recorded class bell, he just got up and left.

Frustrated, I grasped my tote from the dusty floor and hurried after him. "Eli!" I shouted after his retreating silhouette. Though, instead of receiving an answer from Eli, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I furiously spun around to encounter an overwhelmed Adam.

"Whoa, mad Ginger!" He joked, raising his hands protectively.

"I'm not mad – at you; I'm mad at Eli." I mumbled.

"Why is that?" He asked.

"Well," I began, before walking beside Adam through the throngs of bustling high school students. "We had to write letters to someone in our English class. So I, idiotically, decided I would write my letter to Eli—"

"And in the letter, you told him you liked him?" He questioned.

"Exactly, wait, how did you know that?"

Adam smiled grimly, "Eli just happened to mention it to me earlier. As in, five minutes ago."

"Really, did he say anything else?"

After learning about Adam's identity, I couldn't exactly look at him the same way without seeing Gracie. I completely accepted him, but now I saw him in a new light; a powerful light. It definitely took strength to live with something like that. Anyway, the smug grin wasn't detachable from Adam's slightly feminine features as he replied, "He also mentioned something about liking you back."

The gears in my brain began to turn, "Fascinating," Adam eyed me suspiciously.

"You okay, Clare?"

"Me?" I snapped out of my daze. "I'm fine. Though, do you have any idea where Eli was going?" I glanced towards the direction of where Eli's lanky shadow had disappeared minutes ago.

"I doubt he's in class." Adam rolled his eyes. "I heard him muttering about this park down the street third period. It's possible he could have gone there." The sound of the sixth period bell echoed throughout the empty hallway. "I better get to class, you coming?" Adam shifted the books under his arm.

"Nah, I think I'll take a day off." I smiled.

"Eli really has gotten to your brain." He sighed before heading down the deserted hallway.

"It's time to find the pretentious Elijah Goldsworthy." I mutter sarcastically under my breath. I dash towards the front lobby and push through the double glass doors.

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