Okay, this is my version, after Breakaway 2. Enjoy.
Clare's POV:
"Okay, spill."
I looked up from my salad. Typical Alli, a gossip guru.
"What?" I asked.
"What's up with you and Goth Boy?" I rolled my eyes.
"It's Elijah." I corrected. She raised her hands in defense.
"Didn't mean to offend your lover." Alli teased. Dave chuckled.
"I don't even know him!" I cried.
"Doesn't he drive a hearse?" Connor asked. I nodded.
"Why would you like someone who has a hearse?" Wesley asked.
"I don't like him!" I announced.
A boy with light brown hair with a beanie walked by.
"If your talking about Eli, he's basically drooling. 'What's up with Clare?' 'Any idea who Clare is?' Ugh." he said.
"Wait, who are you? And who's Eli?" I asked.
"Me? I'm Adam. Eli? Black clothes, drives a hearse, ran over your glasses..." I shrugged.
"You mean Elijah?" I asked. He laughed softly.
"Goes by Eli." I nodded. He smiled.
"Well, I'll see you around." he turned around, earning a death glare from Elij-Eli.
"See? Even Adam says he likes you." Alli pointed out. Dave nodded.
"He never said that. Elijah's probably fumbled, he might feel guilty about ruining my glasses." I suggested. Welsey teased his hair.
"It's Eli" he mimicked. There were laughs around the table.
'Say what you'd like. I have to get to English." I said, standing up.
"Grade 11?" Dave asked. I nodded.
"Cool beans. Catch ya later." Wesley said. I smiled.
In English, there were alot of people I didn't know. I slumped into the chair directly in the middle of the room. This way the teacher doesn't think I'm a slacker or a goody goody. There was a tap on my right shoulder. I looked, but nobody was there. I then heard a hoot from the other side of me. Good one, Adam.
"Har, har, Adam." I said flatly. He punched my shoulder playfully.
"Aww, c'mon! Don't be a girl." Adam said. Weird he'd be saying that, I heard he was an FTM. But I have no reason to judge people, since I always get walked on. I watched KC walk in the hallway. Exhibit A, I thought to myself.
"Sorry, I'll try to be a guy." I deadpanned. Adam gasped.
"Feisty! Just like a friend of mine..." he led on. As if on cue, Eli walked into the room, taking the seat behind me. He made a strange face.
"Great." I muttered.
"I guess there's no being nice to the new kids huh?" Eli asked, referring to my mutter. I blushed.
"Sorry, long lunch period. I'm Clare." I said.
"I know. Eli." he said. I looked over to Adam, who was rolling his eyes.
'Am I boring you?" he asked.
"What? No!" I said, not quite understanding. He made...that face, and turned to Adam.
What was that?
It wasn't a smile, smiles were more...forced. It wasn't a frown, because his expression was happy. It was cute, hot-dare I say...ugh, no! Who knows what kind of trouble he gets into?
"Take your seats!" Ms. Dawes called. Once we were all seated, she began the lesson. Eli and Adam began to whisper. Ms. Dawes frowned.
"Eli, turn around, and wipe that smirk off your face." she said. Smirk! That was it.
'As I was saying I-um, excuse me dear, are you in the wrong room? Aren't you a sophmore?" I didn't know she was talking to me.
"Um, no, I'm definately in this class." I assured. She checked her papers, and went back to the lesson.
A note landed on my desk. I couldn't read most of it, except for the name scribbled at the bottom.
-Eli
I took out a pen.
Maybe you should learn how to write English.
He scoffed behind me. I surpressed a giggle. It landed back on my desk, this time, neater.
Care to show me around the school?
I smiled.
Sure, why not?
Nehee! Reviews, please!