Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.

A/N: I'm not too sure if to keep this a one-shot or make a story out of it. Anyways, I love the whole concept of 'philophobia.'


Philophobia.

The fear of falling in love.

Most people wanted to know what love was.
They wanted to truly experience it, feel the butterflies and see the fireworks.
Not her though.
She wanted nothing to do with love.
Because she knew it didn't exist, it has been proven to her too many times it didn't exist.
It wasn't like in the movies; no guy was going to climb on the outside of a ferris wheel just to have her say 'yes' to a date and no guy was going to build her a telescope in her backyard so he could show her a star he bought for her.

That was not real.

Love was not real.


Philophobia.

The fear of falling in love.

And deathly afraid she was.
So afraid in fact that when a certain dark haired, green-eyed boy asked her to be his girlfriend she simply turned the other way and ran.
She wasn't afraid of falling in love though.

Clare Edwards was afraid she already had.