I Dare You to Move
"I can bet a million bucks you won't make me fall for you in less than a week." She spat. "How about 20 bucks? Winner gets to make the loser their personal slave." "We have a deal."
A/N: I heard this song by Allison Iraheta called Friday I'll be over you, and it led me to this. This is probably the first time I've used someone else besides Clare in my stories so cut me some slack. So basically, Imogen is the girl that intimidates everybody…including Elijah Goldsworthy. They are like frenemies, so when Eli and Imogen make a bet, we'll see what happens.
It all started on a Sunday, Clare Edwards was leaving church when she heard her boyfriend call her name. "Clare, that was the worst 3 hours of my life." Eli exclaimed, letting out a loud sigh. Clare threw her arm around Eli's back, securing him from practically running to Ms. Edward's Volvo. "Did you now? Maybe when we get home we can…do something else?" She fiddled with his shirt and he smiled devilishly. "Sure, as long as you promise not to bring me to church again, we're good."
No, maybe It started on a Monday. Yep! It started on a Monday. Imogen Moreno was the school bitch, she didn't mess with anyone, and no one messed with her. She was a goddess to some, and a troll to others. She really didn't make friends, she made acquaintances. Clare Edwards was her enemy, the only one Imogen messed with, that is, until she met Eli Goldsworthy. He was basically the one she needed. He was so different from Clare, how could they find something in each other? They're complete opposites!
Just as she thought that, she spotted Eli putting books in his locker, completely ignoring his surroundings. "Hey there, bear." Imogen greeted. "Imogen, go away." He said, not even looking at her. "Elijah Goldsworhty-" "My name is ELI!" He almost shouted. He hated how she abused his name, well, she really just called him by his actual name, but you get what I mean. The only person who called him Elijah was Clare, and that was only they were in- Never mind, you don't need to know that story. "I know, I also know Elijah pisses you off! Why? Is it because that name is in the Bible? Only Christians read the Bible, and you're an atheist? So why are you with a Christian like Clare?" Eli stopped dead in the middle of the hallway. "Do you ever go away?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Not that I know of…" She joked, he simply rolled his eyes, walking into class and shutting the door in Imogen's face. She took a second and opened it, not wanting to remember his pure hatred for her and her family. For years, her parents bothered his with happy-go-lucky comments like "How's your day?" or "Things are getting better!" Imogen and Eli, as kids, used to be really good friends, but she called him Elijah so much he just got tired and never came to their house again. Then they moved next door to each other, ever since, when Eli waters the grass, She has to come out an hour later. Not because he told her to, but because the silence between each other was unbearable.
"Class, let's all greet Imogen Moreno!" Ms. Dawes inquired. The kids groaned, some waved, others hid their faces in the books they owned. She saw a seat behind who she believed, was Eli. She threw her fuzzy bag around the back of the chair and sat down quickly. She, out of habit, tapped his shoulder. He didn't even turn around, "Eli, I know it's you." The boy turned around and it wasn't Eli. She heard snickering from across the room, and looked in the direction of Eli, Clare and Adam all giggling. Eli didn't have his leather jacket on anymore, and the boy in front of her was Owen, wearing the jacket Eli once did. Little does Eli know, this only means I must try harder.
A/N: I know it's short, but this is as much as I felt like writing at the moment . So…. What did you think? I'll only continue if you like it… I'm not one to write stories with tons of chapters so I don't know. I might be deleting my story Degrassi: Just a dream because nobody reads it. If you want, you can check it out, It's sad really, I have another chapter sitting on my laptop, waiting to be uploaded…. Waiting for that button to be clicked. SPEAKING OF BUTTONS, PUSH THAT ONE! DOWN THERE! Please, they really make my day.