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Eli's POV

Simpson leaned against his desk, arms crossed. "Mr. Goldsworthy, you are one of our brightest students. Why do you insist on being a delinquent?"

Elijah Goldsworthy shifted in the uncomfortable pleather seat, rolling his haunting jade eyes. Principle Simpson looked down and shook his head. Eli used his pointer finger and his thumb, pretending to squish Simpsons head between them while he wasn't looking.

"Eli, I'm going to let you off with a warning. Heaven knows locker vandalism isn't one of the more damnable offences that have been committed at Degrassi. But please, don't throw away your education by trying to impress morons whose names you won't even remember in a few years."

Eli looked up at Principle Simpson as if to say, Can I go now?. Simpson nodded towards the door. Eli grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, leaving the depressing blue and gold office. He passed a few Grade Tens' on the way to Junior AP English, and noticed one of them was looking at him. She was cute enough, maybe his next conquest. He gave her a smirk but she looked away, averting her impossibly blue eyes to her Indian friend. Whatever, he thought. She looked like a prude anyway.

Clare's POV

"You think he saw me looking?" Clare Edwards whispered to her best friend, Alli Bhandari.

Alli smiled, "Did you see his smirk? Of course he did."

Clare nibbled on her lip, "Great." She mumbled. She didn't know why, but she found Eli G. very interesting. His dark, witty humor was appealing in itself, but it was in no way a secret that he was ungodly hot. Funny use of words, seeing as he was an atheist. But the way Clare saw it, that was better than being a Satanist. Speaking of Satanists . . .

Mark Fitzgerald walked by them then, grinning broadly at Clare. She grimaced back. Mark, or Fitz as he liked to be called, had a secret crush on Clare ever since fourth grade. But she had below zero interest. Fitz's idea of fun was throwing pebbles at dogs and making fun of less fortunate kids, along with bullying for no reason. And being in an ongoing battle with none other than Eli.

Eli was a bad boy, but he never really hurt anyone and his best friend was a FTM (Female to Male) Transgender student named Adam. He stood out.

Alli noticed Clare's displeasure at Fitz and knew the thoughts spurring in her brain. They'd talked about it at many sleep over's. "It's like they're the Montague's and the Capulet's isn't it?" Clare nodded.

"We should get to class. See you next period." Clare waved to Ali. Clare had been pushed up to AP Junior English because of her impressive grades along with being in honor classes all through freshman year, but Ali had AP Science, so they had to suffer a period without one another.

Clare shuffled into class with Emmy Grant and Adam, the only other tenth graders. The only chair left was directly behind Eli. Clare took it, gladly. Adam fist pounded Eli over, what Clare considered, an unknown crowning achievement. Mrs. Dawes, their loose and zany English teacher smiled as she took her seat. "Okay class, I know the last week has been easy going, seeing as it's the first of the school year, but now we're getting to business. And the first is pairing you up into teams of two for the year. The person you are paired with will be your editor, your writing partner, and your bff for this class." A few people snickered but most groaned. Eli and Adam shared a glance. Clare wished she had someone she could honestly hope to be pared with.

She scanned the room. There was Doug from Bible Club, Sandra from Drama, and Emmy, again, the only other Grade Ten besides Adam. But that brought Clare full circle . . . right back to Eli. Deep in the pit of her stomach, she wanted them to pared.

Mrs. Dawes continued, "Now I've pared you up based on your writing compatibilities. The first pair is made up of my new star pupils. Clare?" Clare looked up. She was one of the star pupils. "Clare, your writing is so well detailed and beautifully written, but . . . there's not enough depth." Clare nodded, taking the constructive criticism. "And . . . Eli." Clare's eyes went wide as Adam slouched in his seat.

"Me?" Eli asked in a slightly sarcastic baritone.

Mrs. Dawes smiled, "Yes, you. Eli your writing is nicely detailed and had depth but it's a bit wordy. But I think you two could make some brilliant writings together."

Mrs. Dawes beamed at the two, then said to the class, "I see some real sparks going on here, class. We could have a great pairing. Ooh! Like Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes!" Mrs. Dawes said, pleased.

Eli glanced over his shoulder and crookedly smirked as the bell rang, "Sylvia Plath killed herself." Clare wanted to be mad or offended, but she just smirked a little. She couldn't help it.

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