Disclaimer:I don't own Degrassi, because if I did, it would suck.

A/N: this is my second attempt at a story. Constructive criticism please. You'l get a virtual hug from me. *insert creepy eyebrow wiggle here*

Clare P.O.V

My name is Clare Edwards. I'm 22, single and a Banting Graduate. Today is the interview for my dream job. An executive journalist for The Star. Can you believe it?

On my way to the building, a couple of guys holler and whistle at me, but I couldn't care less. I don't have time for relatonships, they only end in heartbreak. Whoever said that there was such a thing as love must have lived in a fairytale.

When I was 16, I thought that by now, I would be living in a condo with my boyfriend, finding a job, planning our future. All that jazz. Well I was wrong.

During his final year at Degrassi(he is one year my senior) he broke up with me. He said that he found some girl at Toronto U, that is more compatable with him.

Good to know that the last two years of my life were wasted. Anyway, I'm all about my career now. My parents were always right about him.

As I walked to the elevator, I got a feeling that I lost something. I checked my bag for my resume, car keys, wallet… I had everything. The elevator door opened with a ding, and you wouldn't guess what I saw.

A man up against the wall of the elevator, caressing a woman's behind in a hot embrace.

From what I could see, they both had jet black hair, so they almost looked like one person.

I long for that type of relationship. The couple didn't seem to mind my presence, so I let myself in the elevator.

Five floors later and they were still going at it, when we finally got to the 12th floor, the man parted his lips from those of the raven-haired vixen, and said

"This is my stop, I'll see you tonight" with a wink.

When we both got off I instantly recognized his features, the piercing green eyes, the hair, and the tantalizing smirk.

CRAP, I yelled over in my mind.

Wow, he left me for that. That was an improveent on his part. No, Clare you are every bit as beautiful as she is.

I realize that we're walking in the same direction, and I try to be as surreptitious as possible. Though he might not recognize me. Since my hair has grown out, black to it's length n grade 9. And, I had on a suit and heels, things that I shuddered at in high-school.

When we got to the door, he held it open for me, and I mumbled a shy thanks before walking in.

"Hi, my name's Eli, so you're here for the journalism spot too?"

"Yea, It's been my passion since high school, I even majored in English"

How could he not remember me. I mean seriously. I helped him with his hoardng problem, and the least he coud is remember me. Idiot.

"Oh , cool."

Cool! Cool? You dump me right before summer break, ignore all of my texts and calls, and elete me off of FaceRange, and all you can say is cool?

Wow, I was so much better off with out him.

A/N- So there is chapter one, comments please? Just hit that pretty little Review button down there