A/N: This is my first attempt at any sort of fan fiction. I know, I know. It's pretty much copying the scene's down so far, I want to start it out slow. There will be speculative scenes in between canon scenes. This story is going to be MOSTLY Canon, although I may decide to speed things up ( I LOVE how slow they are taking things with EClare though.)
Feel free to review, critique, or point out any typo's. I wrote this late, so please, any input would be helpful. Thanks for reading!

I twirled the black sharpie between my fingers, contemplating which fingernail to color in first. The warning bell rang, signaling class would start in 3 minutes.
I sighed, I was very rarely so early for class, but really, I had nothing better to do in between my art and advanced English class. My esteemed (hah, right.)
classmates started filing in, mindlessly chattering with each other about, I can only assume, typical mundane high school drama.

I hear someone sit down with a plop behind me, a frustrated sigh, and the sound of a heavy backpack being dropped to the floor.

Somebody wasn't in a happy mood.

I turn to glance at the noisy sulk, and stare in surprise a minute too long that it's the same girl whose glasses I destroyed the day before.
The one with the mesmerizing ocean blue eyes, who had...gotten laser surgery? I believe that's what she said. She was beautiful.

She stared up at me grumpily, "what?" she snapped at me.

Apparently she hadn't been as hopeful as she sounded when she'd said she'd see me around.

Or maybe she just didn't remember me...Maybe I, Elijah Goldsworthy, am not as memorable as I think, and maybe, just maybe, she didn't feel that deep connection,
the chemistry, that I had felt flow between us just the day before..

++flashback++

I get into Morty, my hearse, and pull out of the parking spot where I left him this morning to go to the first day of classes. School was boring, I really didn't pay any attention to the details.Most of my classes involved prep for college, how grade 11 and 12 were the two years Universities most intensively scrutinized, ect.
I would love to get out of my father's home, but College? I wasn't exactly sure.

There was so more more to life, to adventure, than studies. I turn on my stereo, "Problem" from the band The Job is screaming out my speakers.

Many people say they like loud, metallic music because it blocks out their thoughts, all they can focus on is the heavy bass, the fast paced drumming, the screeching vocals.
But I find it puts my mind in hyper-drive. I think more clearly, more deeply. I notice details.

Like the two girls fighting over something next to the street I was driving down.

I saw both their hands fly up, signifying a dropping motions, and I saw a glint of metal as it flew threw the air and right under my car. I stop, knowing it was too late. I get out of my car, curious about what I ran over, and more curious about the chances of having such perfect timing in running over..whatever it was just as it hit the ground.

It's a pair of glasses. I turn them over in my hand, and look up.

"I think they're dead." I stated, I am looking only at the pale girl, with light auburn curls. Something draws me to her. Draws my eyes to hers. An amused smile plays on my lips, and I hope I charm her into not being...angry. I'm good at that.

The pale girl with light, bouncy short hair looked at me almost nervously. "It's, it's okay." she said. She seemed out of breath. "I..don't need them anymore...got, uhm. ...laser surgery."

I peered at her closely, locking eyes with hers. For one moment everything expanded. Hey eyes were pristine, pure. The bluest eyes I'D seen, for sure. But something more.

"You have pretty eyes". I say casually, making sure I keep my semi-smirk in place. I always play it cool.

If I show that someone got to me-in a bad way, OR a good way, than that was one less defense I had. One less shield.

"Thanks" she said, smiling down and blushing. Cute. she looked up straight into my eyes again, something I wasn't expecting. "I'll see you around?" she asked. I thought I detected hope, but I was still going through inner shock of how powerful an effect this girl has had on me. "Guess you will." I say, getting quickly into Morty and driving off

I glance in my rear-view mirror. Her and her friend are giggling. I smirk, confident now that I'm not stuck in her gaze. Confident, and maybe hoping, that I affected her much more than she affected me.

++END FLASHBACK++

I smirk and face the front, just as the bell signaling class to begin rang. I decided on my index finger first, I took off the cap and starting coloring. The English teacher, Ms. Dawes, walked into the room and started passing out papers, enthusing over our next assignment. We were to write letters. To whom, about what, was completely up to us.
She handed GrumpyMcBlueEyes her paper, and then handed me mine just as Grumpy let out an indignant scoff.

I smirked down at my paper, which, of course, was A quality. English teachers and Art teachers both loved the same thing-passion and BS. I had been blessed with enormous amounts of both.

"Ms. Dawes, there must be some mistake. I've never gotten a 'C" before. How did this happen?"

Grumpy sounded genuinely indignant and confused, bless her. I ignored her and continued on my nails.
"Well..your early writings were divine, but recently they have become..." Ms Dawes seemed to think through the best choice of words.

A sincere teacher, amazing.

"distant, impersonal." Grumpy hesitated, taking this in. Just let it go, overachiever. It isn't the end of the world. ..Of course she didn't.

"I used complex sentence structure AND advanced vocabulary."

oooh, good for you. I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes. Ms Dawes tried again.

"Yes..but your assignment didn't tell me about who you are. What you want! You can't hide behind vampire fiction forever."

Oooh, that's unexpected. Overachiever is into the vampy scene. "I'm not hiding." Vampylover said, defensive. "Prove it." Ms. Dawes challenged. "To your writing partner."

it took a minute for me to realize she was gesturing at...me? No way. I looked up at her with my best 'are you serious' face. "...Me?" I asked indignantly.

Like I need someone to help MY writing, pfft.

"Yeah, you! you're a good writer but you're...a little wordy. You and Clare will be editing each other work this semester."

So, her name is Clare. It fit somehow, everything about her was..clear. Concise. Had so much Clarity to it.

"Great" I hear Clare said monotonously, shaking me from my reverie.

Where had THAT come from? I'm not generally a sappy type, and this is twice now I've complimented her.

"That'll be fun." she said, obviously not thrilled. Ms. Dawes was thrilled with her idea.

"This might be a very special partnership we have on our hands! Oooh, Like Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes!"

Hah, didn't Sylvia Plath kill herself though?

"Sylvia Plath KILLED herself." Clare pointed out.

Heh, well that answers that question. I like this girl's style. The rest of class went by with nothing of interest happening. I pondered over my new English partner, Clare.
She seemed oddly resistant to the idea of help. It was okay for ME to be resistant, because, come on? Wordy? You can never be too wordy. I get the feeling it's fun to mess
with her though. I bet her eyes sparkle in annoyance too. Not that that matters to me, of course. ...Still, it'd be something to see. The bell rings and we both get our stuff together.
I walk towards the exit and notice she's almost out the door. I speed up a little and we both meet in the doorway. I smirk and push my way past her, sneaking a glance at her face.

Hah! I was right. her eyes do sparkle. And she flushes red. Completely worth being an ass to her for.