Clare sat in her chair and waited for the phone to ring. It had been a while since she'd talk to Eric, hell its been a while since anyones called. She worked at a hotline, for teenagers who had suicidal thoughts. She loved giving advice, and saving peoples lives wasn't bad neither.
The phones loud ring scared her, causing a few of her co-workers to giggle at her. She regained her composure and picked up the phone.
"Thank you for calling, this Clare." Her voice was soft, friendly, welcoming.
"Hey Clare." The familiar voice made her smile.
"Hey Eric. Long time no talk."
"Yeah, sorry. My parents insisted on moving. I start a new school tomorrow." He said, his voice was cold. Eric had been a caller since her first night here. His story wasn't even relieved, she never asked. But they knew things about each other, his eyes were green and he had dark brown hair. His favorite band was Dead Hand, and his real name was Eric.
Those are the only things Clare new about her suppose friend, and that he was a junior in high school.
"You know it might be a good thing. The bullies at your old school and in your past now, maybe this is your chance to be happy." Clare said her voice calming down. She knew Eric was troubled, she knew she wasn't aloud to have person relationships with the callers, but there was something back Eric, that made Clare want to know everything about him.
The next morning Clare put on skinny jeans a black shirt, ready to go to school. She never did much, there was no one there to impress. She couldn't stand ninety nine percent of the kids at Degrassi, but it was the beginning of her sophomore year, she didn't have a new look. But everyone on there was just the same.
She jumped out of her moms car and walked to the front steps, bumping into one of the news kids from the first week of school, she recognized him. "Sorry Adam." She said smiling and walking past him. Adam smiled and let her go by.
Clare was in a good morning until she saw the dark figure leaning against her locker. "Ugh." She mumbled under her breathe and walked to her locker.
"Clare. Please, talk to me." KC said, his voice was a whisper. Clare snapped her head at him.
"What don't want Jenna to know your talking to me?" Clare said grabbing her Math book.
"Thats not it." KC fought back.
"What ever your still a jackass. So don't even bother." Clare said shoving past him and walking to class.
Dammit KC, always ruining the day.
The rest of the morning Clare was in a pissy mood, until forth period, English. It was an Advanced 11th grade class, but she didn't care. English was her favorite class. She walked into the class room and saw someone was sitting in her assigned seat, she walked up to him. He must be new. Clare thought, taking the empty seat behind him. She didn't mind. Good soul, Saint Clare.
"Good morning my great students." Ms. Dawes said walking in with a handful of papers, like always.
The class mumbled a good morning and Ms. Dawes go situated. "Oh, a new student. Goody." She said dancing her fingers against each other. "Son, why don't you get up and tell the class about yourself." The boy in front of Clare moved. She watched his black shrouded body walk to the front of the room, her eyes glued to him.
"Um," he cleared his voice, he head was bowed, Clare looked up at his eyes. She was stunned. New student, green hairs, brown hair. Her heart was racing. His eyes caught hers, "Clare?" he asked. His voice was low.
"Eric." Was all Clare could say, before the class was silent and theta were lost in each others eyes. For what felt like ever.