Secret Serenade

A/N: something thats been playing in my head past couple days. Hope you like. Also wonder out there how many guys really read stories like this. R&R. Well here we go, hope you enjoy.

Warning: intended for mature audiences!

Disclaimer: (looks round, small tear sheds) nope still don't own Degrassi and the great Elijah.

Sink or Swim

What if the devil was a lie?
What if God did not exist?
So, with all due respect
Tell me, what is death?
If life is just a bitch

Phantom112: Did you get my gift today?

BlueEyes: Yes! Thank you so much for the rose. Am i allowed to open my present now?

Phantom112: Happy birthday, Clare. I hope you like it.

BlueEyes: how is it fair? You know my name but I have no idea who you are..

Phantom112: The whole part of SECERET admirer. to admire your beauty from afar. alas i'm far to shy to reveal who i am. I am something far not worthy of you. open your gift, I want to see your reaction.

BlueEyes: Ok...

Eli pocketed his cell and looked back at what was capturing his full attention. The bluest eyes he had ever laid eyes on. Since day one she had captured his undivided attention and yet he never said two words to her. A Christian girl, one dubbed the name Saint Clare, who always dressed conservative. On her ring finger always bore a True love waits, purity ring. Joyous full of life. She was leaning against her locker. The rose that was taped to it was now in her hands. Clare's cheeks went red as she smiled and smelled it. He always loved that look on her face. Her smile make his knees weak. He had spent weeks thinking of the perfect gift for the perfect girl.

Eli saw her place the rose in her locker, pulling out the small blue box and note. Clare looked up and scanned the hallway. Trying to see who was paying attention to her. Like usual no boys were looking at her. Then something caught her eye and caused her to freeze. Leaning up against a neighboring wall was tall, dark and handsome. Scratch that tall, dark and smothering hot Eli. He was on his phone and head phones jamming to his music. Dressed and black skinny jeans, a studded belt that draped over his hips crookedly. Blood on the Dance Floor black t-shirt. His black hair fell over his eyes. empathizing his emerald eyes, gauged ears and sexy snake bites.

He was the only guy doubted giving up her purity ring to. he made her question her promise she made to God years ago. Although he didn't know she existed. She sighed opening the note attached to the box.

For Blue Eyes,

proof you have my heart completely.

With Love,

Secret Admirer.

Clare felt her cheeks go red again. A smiled crept across her lips, taking the bow off the box. He eyes widened that the logo said Jarred Jewelers. It was a very famous Jewelry store in the Americas. Gasping for air, lifting the lid. A white gold chain held two small pendents; A heart with a key shaped hole and a key. They were incrusted with real half carat diamonds. Their was no way she could accept this. A necklace that cost thousands from a secret admirer.

Phantom112: put it on.

BlueEyes: their is no way i can accept this. are these real diamonds?

Phantom112: if i tel u their fake? then would u put it on?

BlueEyes: ...

Phatom112: ooookkk... their fake.

BlueEyes: lier. how much did this cost?

Phantom: over 3 grand American.

Clare bout dropped the necklace at the last i.m. Three thousand American?, Clare thought, you could buy a car with that money. Her phone snapped her back into reality. Vibrating to a new i.m.

Phantom112: Worth every penny to see that look on your beautiful face.

Phantom112 please wear it.

Clare shook her head and put the small fortune around her neck. she kept looking down at it and smiling.

Phantom112: Don't worry my job pays more then enough for it. i gotta go back to work. wish i could look at u all day but gotta go make the money to buy u more beautiful things. have a good day my blue eyes..

*Phantom112 has logged off...

Clare closed her locker grabbed her purse wandering down the halls. Humming her latest favorite song. Bewitched. Eli grinned to himself. Sweetheart, if you only knew. That song, was what paid for that beautiful necklace. Pulling up his texts to Adam.

Eli: k. time to get back to work.

Adam: dude she make u fall n hit ur head? since when did lead for Secret Serenade become work?

A/n: Sorry it is so short. but two am my time, just needed to get this out before i sleep. Hope you like it. I think its kind of off cus im so tired. if i dnt get a bit of reviews i dnt think ill keep it going. gnite avid imaginations and readers.

XOXO

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