Just a short one shot, trying to get back in the habit of writing. This actually turned out WAY shorter than I expected and I HATE short stories. Oh well.
Worthless. Exactly how I felt at that moment. As I trudged up the steps of Degrassi, I was greeted with a sight that hurt more than any wound.
But , why was I bothered by this? I don't care about Eli, he's old news. We broke up months ago. Besides, I just ended it with Jake, this is no time to be thinking about boys.
Jake but he was just a rebound. He was there during your darkest hours and in the midst of your parents crumbling marriage, he made you feel wanted.
No, snap out of it Clare. What you had with Jake was great while it lasted. It just didn't work out because of our parents.
Yeah, that's it keep lying to yourself.
Ever since the incident at the hospital, Eli and I haven't spoken one word to one another. But, that's what I wanted he was manipulative, controlling and overbearing. The relationship was just too much for me to handle. A 15 year old girl does not need that kind of drama in her life.
But have you forgotten why you fell for him in the first place. His electrifying green eyes that lit up whenever he discussed his favorite piece of literature, his sarcastic retorts to all of our banter and most of all—his signature smirk. Whenever you saw it, you knew that you had done something right.
Stop it Clare,both of you have moved on and it's for the better. Now just get through the day without thinking of him like you have every other —
"Hello Clare Edwards" Imogen said with a smile interrupting my thoughts as she and Eli turned the corner. His eyes were glued to Imogen with the look he used to give her—filled with care and happiness.
He used to look at you like that Clare, I know you miss it.
In fact, I did. I missed everything. The sneaking around from my parents, our heated discussions on Palahniuk vs Coupland, stealing kisses in the hall. Heck, I even miss him questioning my religion.
At that very moment, I realized that I'm not over Eli Goldsworthy. But since my chances are gone, I just hope Imogen treats him well. I sure know I didn't.
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If you ask me how I'm doing , I would say I'm doing just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind
But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two
And I'm forced to face the truth
No matter what they say, I'm not over you
Not over you