Miles Hollingsworth III sighed in boredom as he watched his father converse with a nurse in a skimpy uniform. They were only here for two reasons. So his father could donate money to cancer patients and others with diseases so that people could vote him for mayor. The second reason was so his father could flirt and ogle with all the provocative nurses at Degrassi Community Hospital.
A hospital named after the most famous, drama-filled school in Toronto.
He sighed again, and approached his father, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was tired of watching his dad flirt with all the bimbos in the stupid hospital. That's all he did everytime they visited the hospsital, throw money around and flirt with young women he found attractive.
"Dad...?"
Miles Hollingsworth II cast an irritated glance at his son. "What?" He hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm bored. Can I walk around?"
"Just don't get into any trouble, or else."
The nurse watched them, amused. The old man dismissed his son, and continued talking to the nurse. Miles rolled his eyes and walked away, heading to the "Cancer" wing, where all the cancer patients stayed. He could hear agonized moans and groans as he passed the rooms.
His dad wanted him to talk to the patients once in a while, to show that future mayor's son was just as "kind and generous" as his father. He stopped by a room where there were no sounds of moaning and groaning. He knocked, and when no one answered, he opened it, and froze.
There, on a cot, lay the most beautiful girl he'd ever lay eyes on.
She was petite, and had beautiful, pale skin. She had lovely auburn curls that hit her jaw. An amazing, curvy body and pink cheeks. And her eyes...
The most beautiful, shining blue eyes he's ever seen. The most beautiful pair of eyes he's ever seen.
She glanced up, startled. Her cheeks turned pinker. Miles cleared his throat, uncomfortable. He's never been so nervous, or speechless, in his life. "I'm... I'm Miles Hollingsworth, the third."
"Oh..." Clare smiled. "The guy with the soon to me mayor, dad. I appreciate what he's doing for this hospital, and other places. He's a really generous person." Miles smirked. 'Yeah right... If you only knew it was just a front...' "Uh, thanks..." Clare nodded.
"So... Do you.. need something?"
Miles blushed. "Uh..." That's not what she was supposed to ask him! "N-no... I..." He shook his head. Why was he acting this way? He's never, ever been so nervous, or speechless, or whatever this feeling was, around a girl. Usually, girls sucked up to him and blushed and flirted with him whenever he was around. Not the other way around.
Miles blushed. "Uh..." That's not what she was supposed to ask him! "N-no... I..." He shook his head. Why was he acting this way? He's never, ever been so nervous, or speechless, or whatever this feeling was, around a girl. Usually, girls sucked up to him and blushed and flirted with him whenever he was around. Not the other way around.
He cleared his throat again. "My dad wants me to talk to the patients, so they won't feel bad, I kinda have to do it... And..."
Clare frowned. "Excuse me?" She folded her arms. "I am not a charity case, I don't need your pity."
Miles put his hands up. "N-no!" He stuttered. What was happening? "T-that's not what I meant, let me rephrase that." He gulped. "I, I get nervous around you, right now, but I don't usually get nervous around pretty girls, it's the other way around, but you're different... This has never happened, I assure you. You're not attractive, I mean you are, but I'm not attracted to you. I mean, I kinda am, I am, b-but-"
"What's going on here?"
Miles turned around, and almost fell backwards. Because, right in front of him, stood the most, gothic-emo guy he has ever seen. The dude was kind of scary, with all the black eyeliner and nail polish, a skull ring, a guitar pick necklace. He longish dark hair, and piercing emerald-green eyes. He wore all black, and as if that wasn't enough, he had a dark, menacing look. A nasty frown.
In short, he looked like a crazy psycho.
Clare giggled at Miles' reaction towards him. "Oh, hi Eli! This is Miles, son of the soon-to-be mayor. Miles, this Elijah Goldsworthy, my boyfriend. But he prefers to be called Eli."
Eli narrowed his eyes at Miles and set down the bag of food he was holding on a table beside Clare's bed. He sat beside Clare, and leaned over to kiss Clare's forehead. "Hey, you feeling well?" Clare nodded. "Yup!" He took her hand. "Are you sure? No headache? No fever?"
"I'm fine, Eli." She giggled. "Paranoid."
Miles heart dropped as he watched Clare and Eli flirt. He didn't know why he felt so disappointed. Well, maybe because the attractive girl he planned on taking out later was taken, and by some freak. They didn't match, she was like an angel and he a demon.
She life, he death. It was like Hades and Persephone. Or heaven and hell. Black and white. He could name many more, it was endless.
They were complete opposites. They couldn't be more different. She looked so sweet why he looked like a complete psycho.
It confused him, why she was with him. He didn't even look nice. But, sadly, he couldn't judge. He didn't even know the guy. Maybe he wooed her or something. Or put a curse on her. He needed to know how this guy won her over. "So... How long have you two been together?"
"Well, two months." Clare smiled, remembering. "Eli's new here... And he's my English partner. And we got together after we admitted to each other that we like each other... " Eli nodded, a dark expression on his face. Clare squeaked as he gently pulled her onto his lap, then wrapped protective arms around her. Clare blushed, hitting his chest. "Eli!"
Miles frowned. It was obvious that this guy was a possessive, obsessive boyfriend. The type that got jealous easily if and when he saw another guy around his girlfriend. Miles didn't like him, and the feeling was clearly mutual. " I think... I have to go..." Eli smirked. "But I'll see you again..."
He left, closing the door behind him. Then he pressed his ear against the door. He could hear the couple talking.
"Eli! What was that about?"
"He was staring at you, Clare." Eli said, no, more like growled. Miles tsked.
"So?"
"I don't want guys staring at my girlfriend, especially not by some rich pretty boy."
"He was just looking! Aren't you supposed to look at the person you're talking to?
"I don't like the way he looked at you!" Miles heard him sigh. "Let's not argue anymore. I don't want you to get tired, okay?"
"Okay... But you should know, I love you. And only you. You have nothing to worry about. No one, or nothing will come between us, okay?"
"I love you too, Clare."
Miles rolled his eyes. 'What the hell is wrong with that guy? It's not as if I touched his girlfriend, or flirted with her, or anything like that. He's so paranoid. Sure, I did want to flirt with her, I did sort of flirt with her, but I didn't-'
His dad's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"Miles?"
He whirled around. "Uh, hey dad." His dad approached him, an eyebrow raised. His old, leathery face twisted in surprise. "What are you doing here? And why was your ear pressed against that door?"
"Uh.. Nothing... I..."
"Forget it. Let's just go, I'm done."
"Alright." Miles nodded as he followed his father out the hospital. He glanced over his shoulder, smirking. He was definitely coming back here, he didn't need to be bored out of his mind anymore. He found himself entertainment.