A/N: Hi everyone. This really isn't much, and it's just the beginning and stuff. The idea for this fic came from a photo on tumblr, and it technically is supposed to be about Supernatural ((a+ show everyone. if you want to get out of watching degrassi try watching supernatural or doctor who)) but I thought I would change it in my own whole "rules" part will be explained probably towards the end if I explain it at all ((because there was like an 'explanation' about how the rules came about in the picture but it's really not necessary)) Also, I know I made Clare look like a total vulnerable piece of shit in this but that's how I want her to look in this fic and I'm sorry if you don't like that lol. This is more or less just a friendship fic, plus Clare's crush kind of fic. Don't expect a lot of heated makeout sessions or kissing at all unless it's acting. ALSO. If you are here and wondering "Where is Celestica?" I will update eventually, I'm just having a bit of writers block when it comes to it. This is just a light hearted, less than drugged out fic that I wanted to write. Do not fret though because I'll update I promise.

Rating: Woah this isn't an M rated fic what? I'm rating this T in case I want to use mild swear words here and there

Disclaimer: If I owned Degrassi why would I write fanfiction for it?

one: personal space; he is not comfortable with the study of the intricacies of his face.

She watches him constantly from across the classroom. She watches the way that he colours in his fingernails with sharpie, and the way his headphones sit obnoxiously on his neck. Her eyes pick up every little detail. Like the way his hair is a little bit too greasy and the way his skin is completely unblemished, which is surprising for a guy so young. She wishes that they sat only a little bit closer to each other that she might be able to see what he smells like. Perhaps lilacs. Though she doesn't know why she assumes he would smell like flowers, rather than what he probably does smell like: smelly boy. But she still wishes that it was possible.

And when his eyes flicker in her direction, she looks away. She can't let him see that she was staring. She can't let him know that she thinks he is beautiful. When she closes her eyes she can still imagine him. The bell rings. Her eyes are still closed shut. She's smiling, because she's thinking about how pretty he looks. She's dreaming about what he could actually be like in person. She's dreaming about the sound of his voice.

"Why were you staring at me?"

Her eyes flutter open, and he's standing in front of her desk. The classroom is mostly empty, except for a few straggling students filling their bags with their belongings and scooting out the door. And then it's the two of them, and the english teacher. She feels sick to her stomach. She's too sick to her stomach to take in a deep breath to see if he smells like lilacs like she's hoping.

"I… I wasn't." She whispers.

"Yes you were." He argues, "You've been staring at me all class period. It's weird."

"I'm sorry."

She starts to do it again. The staring at him. She's admiring him secretly in her head about the way his bangs swoops in front of his eyes and makes it difficult for him to see her, and for her to see his eyes. Eyes that she's been imagining because she can't see them. She likes the way that his top lip is significantly larger than the bottom, and she constantly imagines her own set on his. And that just brings her to the topic of his taste, and how much she'd like to know it. Her eyes wander to his attire. He dresses in all black, every day. A black jacket and a black shirt and black skinny jeans. Sometimes he might spice up his wardrobe and wear black skinny jeans with white bleached spots. Those were her favourite of his.

"You're doing it again."

She gasps slightly. "I don't mean too." Her voice shakes. It is truly impossible for a girl like her not to find him so delicious.

"Well stop it. I don't want my English partner to be such a creep."

Her eyelashes flutter. "Wh-What? What are you talking about?"

Had he picked her? Out of all the girls in the class had he picked her? She didn't even know he knew she existed! Her heart rate sped up, and before she knew it her palms were sweaty. He could have picked the boy that he talked to often, Adam. He could have picked the girl with the pig tails. He could have picked any one that he wanted to and he picked her?!

"Dawes assigned us as partners like, twenty minutes ago. Weren't you listening?"

Oh. That made far more sense.

"Why else would I be talking to you?" He asked. Her heart breaks only a little, and she leans back into her chair. She sighs.

"I don't know." She picks up her books and her binders and starts to slide them into her bag. They look silly being the only ones in the room. They wouldn't look silly though if this was her imagination. Because if this was her imagination he wouldn't be here to make her feel little, he would be here, trying not to blush and ask her to the dance. Some dance. Whatever dance was next. But this was not her imagination.

"So I figure that you and I should start working on the project." He says as she begins to stand up. She slings her book bag over her shoulder and stares blankly at him. What project?

"What project?"

"Jesus, were you listening at all?" he rolls his eyes. Now that they're both standing, she can get a clear view of them. They're green. They're pretty. He's pretty. "The video project." He holds up a small packet. "Do you want to get lunch and –"

"Yes!" She blurts out before he can finish his sentence. He stares at her oddly, but decides to pretend it didn't happen.

"Do you want to get lunch and go over the packet?" He asks again, and this time she doesn't say anything. Because now she's embarrassed. She nods. She nods because she's too afraid now to say anything else without looking like a total fool. "Okay. I'm going to go take care of a few things, and I'll meet you by the flag pole at the end of the day, does that sound all right?"

"Sounds great. I'll see you then."

She's trying to keep herself composed and not a frazzled, excited mess before he walks away from her. And then when he's out of view, around the corner and far off down the hallway, she goes bonkers. She squeals, and she claps her hands wildly and has to fight herself from dancing the whole way to her locker. It's almost the end of the day, and she's not so sure that she can make it. Because when they're finally together, eating something and discussing this video project that she's completely oblivious of, it will all happen.

It won't just be her imagination anymore. It'll be real. This will really truly finally be real!