I wanted to try a different Eli. OOC.
I own nothing but the plot.
This just popped in my head. I needed to write this, even though it doesn't make sense, it isn't rushed, she just immediately fell in love with him. I believe in love at first sight, so here. Everyone has their own opinions about love, here is mine.
Clare Edwards was a popular girl.
Not cheerleader popular, or anything like that. She was just popular, most especially with the boys in Degrassi, but she didn't know it. She thought she was a "normal person", like everyone in else Degrassi High.
She was very popular indeed. Especially with the guys at Degrassi.
She attracted all kinds of guys, from all kinds of cliques. Jocks, nerds, emos, goths, punks, everyone.
And Clare, innocent girl she is, thought they were all being friendly when they flirted with her, or gave her roses, or sent her letters.
Who could resist Clare Edwards?
She was a beauty. A goddess. An angel. She was perfect.
Who could resist her big, innocent blue eyes that were always compared to sapphires? Who could resist staring at her curvy body, her full chest, her perfect round derriere?
Her short curly auburn hair? Her cute little nose, her pink, full lips, her adorable face? Her slender neck, her flawless, pale, soft skin? Her sweet, kind personality? Her naïvety?
No one could.
Because she was irresistible.
Clare Edwards hummed happily as she finished her homework in Algebra. She had such a great day. Ms. Dawes gave her essay an 'A', people were friendly and greeted her as usual, she auditioned for a play and got accepted almost immediately by her teacher, she got a call from Darcy, her big sister was going to come home soon, and best of all, her parents didn't argue.
They were cuddling on the couch, watching some sill romantic comedy when she got home. They seemed happy, both of them were smiling, and everything was calm and peaceful.
She was going to go out with Alli later, all she needed to do what tidy up her room a bit, take a shower, then get dressed.
Life was great.
"Alli! Where are you?! What do you mean you're stuck in traffic?! You're not stuck in traffic. I can hear some guy breathing loudly." Clare frowned and put her hands on her hips. She had been waiting for Alli at the park for nearly an hour, just to find out she forgot about their outing and was in the middle of doing it with some guy.
"You're not coming?" Clare huffed. "Why the heck not? Just because you're with some guy? I don't care if he's Drew Torres! I'm your best friend, you promised we'd go out tonight and watch Twilight, we've been waiting for this movie to come out, like, forever!"
Clare sighed as Alli pleaded. "Fine, fine. Yeah. See you tomorrow." Clare pressed the 'end call' button, very annoyed. She glanced at her watch. 9 : 30 pm. The movie started thirty minutes ago. She sighed. "I guess I can always see it tomorrow."
She frowned as she plopped down on a bench. 'Might as well enjoy my time here...' She sighed softly as a light breeze brushed her face. At least the night was calm, peaceful. The dark sky filled with billions of beautiful twinkling stars and a glowing full moon.
She glanced at her side. A tall guy in all black was staring at her intensely. Clare blushed and looked away, freaked out and another feeling she couldn't comprehend.
"Is this..." Clare looked up. The guy was standing in front of her, his fists clenched and his head hung. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all." She squeaked, then blushed. What was wrong with her? She glanced at him, and he was staring at her, which caused her to turn red. He was very handsome, with longish dark hair and emerald green eyes. He quite lean, and though he wasn't really tall, but he was way taller than she was.
He had tan skin, and sort of a dark, menacing, uninviting, "stay away from me" kind of aura. He wore a guitar pick necklace, and a skull ring on his ring finger, and he wore all black. Black jacket, black "Bullet for my Valentine" t-shirt, black jeans, a pair of black Converse.
Clare shook her head, and shyly looked away. Her heart was pounding. 'What's wrong with me?'
"Why are you all alone?" He blurted, then sighed. Clare looked at him, her heart pounding. His voice was deep and sexy, to her. She blushed at her thoughts, and cleared her throat. "I... My friend.. She was supposed to come here... But.."
She bit her lip. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she speak properly? She turned shook her head, cheeks pink. "I... She forgot to come. Uh... What brings you here?"
"You..."
Clare stared at him. "W-what?"
"You... I came here because of you."
Clare continued to stare at him, her face turning red. Was he stalking her? Somehow, she wasn't disturbed it, or him. She bit her lip, she didn't know what to say. Why would he come here for her?
"Do you go to Degrassi or something? Are you new there? Do you need help with something?"
Clare smiled, reassured. She was sure that this guy went to Degrassi, even though she's never seen him there before, and wanted help with homework. People always asked for help when it came to assignments. Since she was the brightest sophomore in Degrassi.
"I got to Degrassi... I'm a senior... I've been there for three years already, four now.."
Clare looked slightly confused. "Oh... How come... How come I've never seen you before?"
"I've never shown myself to..."
"I... I don't know what to say."
"I've watched you from afar, admired you, observed you. You're perfect, so perfect."
Clare could feel her face heat up. Why was she not freaked out by this guy? He was kind of a stalker, yet she wasn't creeped out by him, or disturbed by him or what he was saying. "I never approached you... Never had the guts tom because I was afraid you reject me, that you wouldn't want to have me as a friend..."
His fists clenched, and his face remained emotionless. "That you would be freaked out by me, or disgusted by me. I didn't want to taint such perfection. I'm a monster, I don't deserve you. Yet I want you, I need you..." His fists started to tremble. "I love you, Clare Diana Edwards."
Clare blushed, speechless.
"Are you... disgusted?"
Clare shook her head. "You're very sweet, and..." She licked her dry lips. "I... I really don't know what to say... Why would I... Why would I be disgusted by you?" She asked gently, then bravely, cautiously, took one of his hands in her small, soft ones.
He hung his head. "I'm... I'm a freak... A monster." He whispered. "A bipolar freak with..." His voice trailed off. "With?" She shivered from the cold.
He gently set her hands on her lap. And draped his jacket over her shoulders. She blushed and thanked him. Then he lifted his shirt until his chest was exposed. Clare gaped at him. There were scars all over his chest, on his side, on his stomach. There was a huge burn on the left side of his stomach.
He lowered his shirt down after a few moments, and quickly put his jacket back on. "Do you see now?"
"I..." She shook her head. "What's your name?"
"Elijah Goldsworthy... Eli..."
"Eli... I... I'm not disgusted, or scared by your appearance..."
Eli blinked. He looked surprised. "The whole point of this... Is... I want to court you." He sighed. "I wanted to see if you would be horrified by me or not, before I did anything. It's so selfish of me, to want someone so perfect. Someone so beautiful, and kind, and intelligent."
"Eli... Please don't put yourself down. I'm not horrified, you're not selfish, I'm not all you said... I mean."
He hesitated, then took her hands in his. "You are... You're so perfect... You must think, that I'm making a big drama right now. I don't mean to trouble you, or anything like that. I..." He frowned, then sighed sadly. "Eli..." She said gently. "It's no problem, Eli. You're very sweet, to go to the trouble of doing this. For me. You're a very sweet guy, Eli."
"Will you..." He breathed, "Will you go out with me?"
She smiled. No one's ever been sweet to her before, or gentle, or humble. No one's ever asked her out before, she never met someone who could make her heart race and make her blush so much until now. She's never met someone so handsome, so sweet, so humble, and kind of shy.
"Okay."
She said shyly, and Eli smiled. His smile was gorgeous, he looked good smiling. 'He should smile more often...' She blushed. This was the guy she was waiting for, someone sweet and sensitive. His flaws didn't disturb her, they made him more beautiful, more interesting.
How could she feel this way for someone she just met?
He was special. 'Is this what love feels like... Is this love?' She had never been in love before, but Eli made her feel emotions she couldn't comprehend, and the first time he looked at her, when she looked at him, there was an instant connection.
Love at first sight...
"Thank you... For giving me a chance. I promise I won't hurt you, or do anything stupid like that."
He would be her first date, maybe her first kiss, or her boyfriend. She'd get to know him more soon.
She smiled. She had an admirer, a secret one, for four years and she didn't even know. She was lucky to be admired, loved, by such a sweet, sensitive, handsome guy.
Was he her soulmate? Was this fate? Was this meant to be?
"I promise, I'll make our date, the best ever."
Clare smiled, and blushed. "You're very sweet, Elijah Goldsworthy."
Weird... Wasn't it?