Hello, I'm sorry I took forever to create a new story. Anyway I decided to mix things up, with some idea I had. This idea involves Clare being a feisty little cat, obviously, somewhat unlike her character but later in the story you'll see her true colors. In this story she messes around with a lot of boys around school. Until she meets a certain someone— anyways I hope you like it and please please review, I really do appreciate them and they motivate me to write more!
-Before Clare attends Degrassi, she attended a school called Woodbridge High School. So if you're confused that's the school she'll be talking about.
My parent's got a divorce, and couldn't handle me— my rebelliousness. The only reason I stayed past my curfew was because I was upset that they let their marriage come to an end. Without giving me a second chance, they shipped me to my grandparent's house a city away. They abandoned me, they moved away to separate states. My father left to start a new life in Colorado. While my mother left to Arizona. It broke me, I had no one, and I have no one. I was angry and upset. It's been two months since they've left. Never once visited me— called a couple of times making plans for a weekend, but ended up canceling.
It all started with the puck.
In November of my junior year, I went to a Woodbridge High School hockey game. I'm not a big sports girl, although this school had tons of school spirit. The only reason I was here was because I've been hooking up with Hayden Ferguson since the past week. Hayden played center and kept saying I should come to one of the games and cheer them on.
I also went to the game because I couldn't stand being around my grandparents', them trying to send their condolences to me for the fact that my parents dumped me here in this new city, so I was steering clear of the house as much as possible. They had let me know that since I've been living with them, they didn't want me to go to a school half an hour away anymore but go to the school a couple of blocks away. On Monday, I would be a new student at some school called Degrassi. Great. But most of all, Hayden was my only current prospect. And most of all, I hated being alone, I was already alone, but it was something I tried to escape.
Hayden and I have fooled around three times the past week, going on four. Once at a party, at his house, and once in the auditorium during school. I'd never had a guy last longer than two weeks, and most of them didn't even make it beyond a night. So with Hayden's expiration date coming sooner than I thought, I needed to make this count for all it's worth. Hayden was fun, but I was starting to get a vibe that he wanted more, we both knew from the start that there were no strings attached, but he always tried to grab my hand in the hallway at school and introduce me to some of his teammates.
I couldn't let myself get close to boy, mostly because I didn't know how to react. I've never been in love; I've been in 2 relationships, before engaging in my hookups.
I got to the rink late, because my grandparent's cornered me in the hallway.
"You're leaving the house in that?" My grandmother pointed at my sleeveless red top and jeans.
I considered pretending to not hear since I had my earphones stuffed in my ears, but my grandpa was hovering nearby, so I switched off my music "It's not that cold out" I said. "Anyway I'll be inside the whole time"
"We're in the middle of fall, its freezing. And won't you be in a rink?" She narrowed her eye brows at me. "You really should—"
"Fine" I gritted my teeth "I'll take a sweater."
By the time I got to the rink, the bleachers were crowded. I stood at the top scanning to find an empty seat. I finally spotted a childhood friend of mine, Alli. She was sitting with, I'm guessing her boyfriend? I stripped off my jacket, and stuffed it inside my bag, and squeezed through the crowd until I reached Alli.
I was right, they were together I could see them cuddling onto each other and sharing a Popsicle. Alli was a childhood friend of mine, we met several years ago. We still kept touch but I began "my promiscuity" and she had to move out of Woodbridge. She loved Woodbridge which would explain why she would stick around at games and huge events.
"Hey Clare" Alli said "This is my boyfriend Drew" she added. "I love your shirt!" She continued.
"Hey Alli, nice to meet you Drew" I smiled taking a seat next to them. "Thanks Alli"
"Woah Clare-Bear, where did you get those boobs?" she laughed. "I guess they finally came in" she laughed and Drew laughed along.
"Sophomore year" I said. "And Victoria's Secret—my latest addiction"
"Among others" she teased.
I glared at her for a moment, does everyone really know about me? I shrugged my shoulders and laughed along with the hysteria.
I inspected the ice for Hayden, I spotted him staring back at me, he gestured his hand in the air waving at me. I couldn't help but smile, although I knew I wasn't looking for anything serious Hayden was the longest I've stuck around with, and he was great with physical contact.
The hockey game charged in, I was partially talking with both Alli and Drew, partially watching Hayden, and mostly exchanging glances with a guy who was sitting a couple of seats away. As I was maneuvering down the steps, earlier I noticed him checking me out. He looked older, like a college guy, haven't done one of those yet.
He continued staring at me, whispered something to his friends, and stared back. I'm not saying I am this beautiful prom queen, but like most girls, I have examined myself in the mirror and don't find myself too bad looking. I glanced back to the college guy; he raised his eyebrow and looked over to the concession area. I'm guessing he was envisioning to meeting up at the concession area, exchange numbers and I'd go to his dormitory tonight and he'd invite me in so we could—
"WATCHOUT" People screamed.
I whipped my head around in time to see the hockey puck hurtling, but not in time to dodge it. I heard the impact as it splintered my forehead. I felt a sudden intense pain. I sat still for a second while heads were turned looking at me, concerned faces, other laughing in hysteria, before wilting.
Some shrieked, "OH MY GOD, IS SHE OKAY?"
Other screamed, "SOMEONE CALL 911!"
While others, "Does anyone, get reception in here?"
My head landed in a lap. My eyes were closed shut and there was blood leaking onto my hair. And the pain oh my god the pain.
The person with the lap pressed a sweatshirt against my forehead.
"I'm sure it looks worst than it is" he said.
So it is a guy. I wondered how bad it looked.
"Is she dead?" I heard someone ask.
"The ambulance is here." Someone yelled. "Should they bring in the stretcher or can she get up and walk?"
I heard the deep voice above me, "Genius. Of course she could walk. She just got hit with a puck" He said sarcastically.
If I weren't dealing with a major head injury I would have laughed at his sarcasm, but it's a bit frightening to laugh when you could possibly be dead.
The guy with the lap kept pressing the sweater against my head; I remember the sweater having this scent. It smelled good.
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I got eighteen stitches on my forehead. Attractive right? After the doctors ran a few x-rays scanning for internal bleeding, we left home. I had a massive headache and an even more massive bandage wrapped around my head- I swear I could pull off a mummy look. My grandpa came in every hour asking me questions to see if I had any recollection of who I was. It was beginning to get on my nerves, I was fine.
I stayed home from school Monday, I was supposed to start my new day at Degrassi, and leave Woodbridge but considering that I almost died I had to stay home. I heard soft footsteps coming towards the living room, and in walked Hayden. If it were any other day I would have led him upstairs immediately but instead I wrinkled my face as he came in, I was wearing sweats, my hair was tied into a small pony tail, I felt gross.
"How're you feeling?" Hayden asked as he sat on the sofa.
"I guess I'll be okay" I answered trying to avoid eye contact.
"Are you going to have a scar?"
"The surgeon said I'll most likely just have a small thin line down my forehead. She thinks it'll fade overtime." I replied without a gasp of air.
"When can you come back to school?" He asked staring at me.
I looked down at my hands and back up at him, "About that." I sighed. "My grandparents enrolled me at some other school, they don't think I should go to Woodbridge since it's basically thirty minutes away" I added.
He looked away and neither of us said anything. I was getting the sense that Hayden and I weren't going to continue our, wait we weren't a thing, so I guess Hayden, my current project was done—over. He started talking about how the rest of the night went after I got hauled out of there. All his talking made my headache grow worst, until I finally told him I better go lie down. We stood up from the sofa. Before I managed to throw him out, he handed me the hockey puck and walked out into his car.
"Are you serious?" I yelled out at him "Is this it?"
"Yeah they tossed it back into the rink… and I thought I'd give it to you" He yelled back sliding into his car and waving at me.
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A few hours later, the doorbell rang. I assumed it might have been one of my grandparent's friends visiting. But oddly, they weren't home. I managed to take a shower and put on some new clothes after Hayden left. I had to be careful with my stitches though.
The doorbell rang again.
I rolled my eyes, curled a few hairs with my fingers and headed downstairs.
I turned the knob and opened the door and saw this thing guy with dark brown hair that flopped over emerald green eyes, dressed in dark colors—he was really cute. "Thanks but I didn't order pizza" I broke the silence, "wait you don't have any pizza. Fundraising?" I awkwardly ask.
He stared at the doorbell for a long moment then looked deep into my eyes.
"Are you selling newspaper or something?" I ask again. He was squinting even though there wasn't any sun shining at Toronto this evening. He scuffed his shoes against the bricks and took his hands out of his pockets.
Was he deaf or something? He was sure cute for a deaf guy.
"Can you hear me?" I ask trying to sound polite. "Are you deaf" I motioned to my hands, gesturing hello.
I detected a hint of a smirk spread across his face. He could hear me.
"Do you have a name?" I asked smiling at the young man at my door.
"Eli… Eli Goldsworthy" he said in this deep attractive voice.
Eli Goldsworthy, great name or what?
"Hey Eli, I'm Clare. Can I help you with something?" I introduced myself leaning against the door frame.
"I know"
My heart jumped out of my chest. Oh my god was he a stalker? He probably heard about me and wants to hook up with me "You know?"
"Well you fell onto me at the hockey game yesterday" he paused "The hockey puck hitting your head" he added.
I clapped my palm over my mouth and couldn't help but blush a little. "You're the guy with the lap"
Eli nodded and smirked. That smirk was cute. "I just wanted to see if the girl who groped my lap was fine?" he teased.
"Well sounds like you enjoyed having intimate contact with my brain matter?" I added. "I'm doing fine Eli, thanks."
I earned a laugh from Eli; we continued talking about that night for a couple of minutes. I asked him if he wanted to come inside to drink a cup of coffee or some tea, but he shook his head and said he had to go meet his friend Adam at some place, called the Dot?
I've been living in this city for two months, and haven't really gone on a scavenger hunt. Since most of the guys I knew went to Woodbridge I would head to parties over there.
"Well, I'll…uh…see you around?" I nervously said.
What was this? I've never felt nervous talking to a guy before. Mostly, things would come on strong, but somehow this guy made me nervous.
"Guess you will" He smirked. Reaching in his pockets for his keys and walked into his hearse and drove away.
So what'd you guys think? I decided to make Clare this way for a reason. Please review! And let me know what you think. I will try to update in a couple of days. What'd you guys think of the Promo for Jesus, Etc part 2. Totally heartbreaking right? The first encounter of Eli crying.