Situations Chapter 1
I know I shouldn't be writing ANOTHER story but I just couldn't help myself. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :)
Things you need to know:
This is a future fic, where Eli and Clare are in collage. I am making Degrassi the collage. It will look the same and have the same teachers but outside there will be dorms and what not. :)
Everyone is OOC. I think.. lol
I have always wanted to try a fic when they were older, so, now I am. But I'm sorry if some of the things I say might not be in collage or whatever, but I'm not there yet, so I don't really know. Haha.
Also, since Clare is older she has changed a lot and I am making her have straight hair. To be honest, I'm not a big fan of those little tight curls. I don't know why but I just don't like it.
Clare- 19
Alli, Adam- 19
Eli-20
KC, Owen, Zane, Riley, Drew, Bianca, Sav- 20
I will be switching POV's.
Warning: There will be smut in here. I'm not so sure on how it will turn out but i will try my best.
Summary: Eli and Clare are far from friends; they hate each other. But when hormones are added to that, could the anger and frustration towards each other become pleasure? Will it stay casual or will it lead to something more?
Inspiration- Situations by Escape the Fate :)
"Situations, are irrelevant now"
Clare's POV
"Alli, stop it, you're going to get us in trouble!" I whisper yelled to Alli who was trying to get me to read a text she sent me. I knew it was probably about Drew and Bianca, so I didn't bother in looking at it. Why doesn't she just get that he has moved on. Besides, Alli could do better.
I looked to the front of the class again and tried to pay attention to the lesson, even though it was extremely boring.
"Ow" I said once something hit me in the side of the head. A few heads turned to face me and I just gave them the 'What are you looking at?' look. They turned back around in their seats and I turned to Alli, glaring at her. I looked to the floor and noticed an eraser. She threw a freaking eraser at me!
I looked back to Alli and she pointed to her phone, trying to tell me to read the text she sent me. I sighed and reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone. I was about to open my phone and read her text when I noticed two black shiny dress shoes stood by my desk. I slowly looked up to see Mr. Armstrong looking at me, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
"Hand it over" Mr. Armstrong said, motioning his hand for me to give it to him.
"But-
"Ms. Edwards" he said in the warning tone.
"When will I get it back?" I asked.
"After school, after your detention"
My eyes widened. Detention! You have got to be kidding me.
"Wha-
He glared at me and I sighed, handing him my phone and he took it before turning around and walking to the front of the class. I turned to Alli and glared at her while mouthing the words 'Your dead to me'. Her eyes widened and she slid down in her seat, facing the front.
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I was walking to my next class when a familiar face came into sight. I subconsciously clenched my fists, wanting to punch his face in. I tried to shake the feeling away and continued my walk, trying to avoid any eye contact with him. Actually, any contact at all.
"Hey, look who it is!"
I know that voice all too well. I narrowed my eyes, and tried to walk faster.
"It's the low life know it all!"
I could feel people staring at me while unwanted bodies were suddenly following me. I stopped in my tracks and I knew they had stopped also. I turned to face him and glared.
"At least I'm not a stuck up Goth kid whose obsessed with death" I spat, glaring at him as his 'buddies' stood behind him; KC, Owen, Zane, Riley, Drew, Adam and Sav. Sav isn't really the one who talks. I know him through Alli so when situations like this occur; he just keeps his mouth shut and apologizes later.
He looked down at me and glared, his nostrils flaring as he stared at me. This was a regular thing. We would always glare, fight, yell, or insult each other. That's just the way our relationship works. If it's even called a relationship.
"Whatever, bitch" he said coldly before slamming his hand on my books, making them tumble to the floor.
He and his buddies began laughing and pointing at me as I went down to retrieve my books. They finished their laughing fit and walked away.
Elijah Goldsworthy; the most popular, coolest and sexiest guy in the school. At least that would be the description from anyone else's eyes, but not mine. To me he is just this attention seeking, stuck up bastard whose obsessed with death, drives a hearse and has the stupidest sarcastic comments I have ever heard.
I don't really know how we ended up like this. I mean, we were never friends but we were never enemies either. At first we just ignored each other's existence, but lately he has been shooting me insults that I just can't let go. At first I just ignored them but one day I just snapped and shot him an insult back. I remember the look on his face when I snapped at him; he had that stupid smirk on his face and the look of accomplishment. Ever since then we have been on each other's bad side.
I finally got all of my books and made my way to English, the one class I used to love but now hate ever since Elijah started bothering me in class. Like I said before, we use to ignore each other's existence but after I snapped back at him, he started bothering me in class. The worst part is, he sits right behind me.
I walked into auditorium and let out a frustrated sigh as I noticed Eli was already in his seat, in the top row. Mine was in the second row, just in front of his. I walked up the stairs and sat in my seat. Of course the moment I sat down I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.
"Fuck off, Eli" I spat, venom dripping from every word.
"Whatever you say" Eli said as I heard him lean back in his seat.
I turned my head and tried to listen to Ms. Dawes, but not before hearing Eli mumbled, "Stupid bitch"
I rolled my eyes and started to pay attention to the lesson.
About half way through the class, I felt Eli's hot breath on my neck, but the odd thing was it made me shudder, but in the good way. Normally I would shudder from disgust but this time was different. To be honest, things have been very different these last couple of days. I would always feel different around him. Sure I would feel angry and pissed off, but I would also feel a weird feeling in my stomach and my heart would speed up.
I felt him move my hair before he leaned up, brushing his lips against my ear.
"Hey Clare, what do you think would happen if I pulled these?" Eli asked as he ran his fingers over the straps of my bra. This was a bad day to be wearing a tank top.
"You wouldn't dare" I glared at him as I turned my head to face him.
He smirked, "Oh, but I would"
SMACK!
"Ahh!" I screeched and hissed in pain.
Everyone's head turned to face me but I didn't care; the only thing I cared about was the stinging pain on my back.
Eli was laughing hysterically, non-stop, as I tried to block out the pain. I turned around and glared at him.
"What the fuck was that for!" I spat.
"Is there a problem here?" Ms. Dawes asked as she walked over to our rows.
Eli stopped laughing and simply smirked. "Nope, no problem here" LIAR!
Ms. Dawes turned to me and I had my hand on my back, trying to stop the pain. She moved my hand and examined my back. She stood up straight again and glared at Eli.
"Mr. Goldsworthy, you just earned yourself detention" Ms. Dawes said and both mine and Eli's eyes widened. NO! I want him to get in shit but on another day! I don't want to spend another hour with this stupid piece of shit!
"But I didn't do anything!" Eli defended.
"I can see what you did to Clare's back, Eli. That is not tolerated here" Ms. Dawes said.
She walked back to the front of the class and finished her lesson. I heard Eli groan and a thud, making me turn around to see Eli's head on his desk. I had to admit seeing him like this was quit amusing, but I didn't want to be stuck with him for more hours than I had too.
I was supposed to go to this new store with Alli. Normally I would stay in our dorm but I didn't want to spend another boring day in my room while Alli goes and hangs out with Jenna. Alli is pretty much the only friend I have here, and it's all thanks to Eli. Everyone believes the things he says about me and they want nothing to do with me, but I don't care, to be honest Eli has made me a stronger person. I know how stupid that sounds but it's true. Before I would always be scared about what people would say about me, but now, I don't give a fuck.
The bell rang and I sighed in frustration. Normally I would sigh out of happiness because this is when I would only have an hour until I could leave this place, leave Eli. But now I have detention with him! UGH!
Detention
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The clock has been the only thing I have been focusing on for the past 30 minutes. I only have 30 more minutes until I could leave and go home and get away from Eli. Surprisingly it was only Eli and I in detention. To my surprise he hasn't been saying that much to me, and I'm kind of starting to like the silence.
"Pst, Clare"
Spoke too soon.
I turned my head to Eli, who was sitting on the other side of the room, and told him to shut up and turned my attention back to the front, but of course Eli didn't listen.
He called my name again but I just ignored him. I felt something soft hit my head and I looked to the floor to see a crumpled piece of paper. I pinned my eyebrows together and then felt another one hit my head. I turned around and one came in contact with my face. I glared at Eli as he began chuckling.
"What the fuck do you want?" I asked coldly.
He raised his eyebrows, "What's your problem?"
"You" I spat. "What do you want?" I asked again.
"Nothing in particular but now that you mention it I wouldn't mind a good, hard su-
"You sick bastard" I interrupted, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "What would make you think I would do that?"
He shrugged and slouched back in his seat, "it was just a thought."
I glared at him and turned back in my seat, crossing my arms. Who the fuck does he think he is? First we ignore each other's existence, then we start insulting each other and now he wants me to suck his cock? Are you fucking serious!
I sighed over dramatically and tilted my head back, letting it fall on the desk behind me. I heard shuffling and then soft footsteps heading in my direction, before I felt the desk behind me shift. I opened my eyes and jumped a little when I saw Eli's face, mere inches from my face.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
I watched as his eyes examined my face before his eyes locked with mine. He chewed on his bottom lip before opening and closing his mouth. He licked the corner of his mouth and then opened his mouth, saying, "You have pretty eyes."
I raised my eyebrows and slowly lifted my head, making him sit back in his seat. I turned around to face him, noticing his hands were intertwined together as they rested on the top of the desk.
"Come again?" I said, not quite sure if I heard him correctly.
He cleared his throat, "Nothing, never mind." He got up and walked over to his previous desk, sliding in it and slouching over his desk as he stared at his hands. My eyes averted to his leg that was rapidly shaking under the desk.
Okay, now I'm utterly confused. First we ignore each other, then we start insulting each other, then he makes a joke about me sucking his cock, and now he says I have pretty eyes? This dude is messed up, in more ways than one.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke, "Thanks."
He looked up and gave a small smirk before nodding his head and moving his gaze back to his hands.
I turned my head over to the door when I heard it open and watched as Mr. Simpson walked in.
"Alright, your time is up, you can go now. I hope I never have to see you in here again." he eyed both of us.
I nodded and got up, grabbing my bag and exiting the door. I couldn't get what Eli said about my eyes out of my head. Did he really think I have pretty eyes? Of course not, he must just have been trying to act civil… right?
But… what if he did actually think I have pretty eyes? What if everything I thought I knew about him was wrong? What if he was a really nice guy? What if-
I was brought out of my thoughts when I bumped into a hard chest. I looked up to see Eli. At first we just stared at each other. When I was about to speak, he beat me to it.
"Watch it, freak" his tone was harsh, making me flinch.
I pinned my eyebrows together. "Maybe you should watch it" I spat back as I shoved him.
"Excuse me, but I believe you were the one who bumped into me" he shot back as he shoved my shoulder.
I scoffed, "Don't touch me." I placed my hands on his chest and shoved him, but not before feeling his chest. Man, if only I could feel it without the clothes over it. Oh my god, did I just say that?
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked, taking a step closer to me.
I scoffed, rolled my eyes and pushed him aside, slamming him into the lockers before stepping in front of him. He looked at me with those intense green eyes that were now filled with shock and amusement.
"You don't want to know" I whispered as I glared at him.
He licked his lips and glanced down at mine. I was confused for a moment when he looked back up into my eyes and his showed a flash of lust. A wave of courage shot though my body and I stepped closer to him, pressing our bodies together, making him gasp, but never break eye contact. I don't know what made me do this but for some strange reason, it felt right.
I gasped as he swiftly turned us around, making my back come in contact with the lockers. He pressed his body to mine and stared at me intensely as he lifted his arm, placing it on the left side of my head.
"What if I do?" he asked softly, but in a husky voice, making me shudder.
I stared up at him and for the first time, words are failing me. I can't even say one word. This man's stare was so intense; I couldn't even focus long enough for a word to come out of my mouth.
Eli's POV
What have I gotten myself into? Here I am, standing a little too close to the person who I should be a million feet away from. I should hate her… but oddly enough, I don't. I have to admit I have always thought she was very attractive, but I never wanted to get involved with her. Well… I guess you could say I've thought about it but every time I would talk to her, it would just remind me that we could never be together. She hates me, so I should hate her… right?
I stared into her eyes, mesmerized by her stare. I couldn't help the thought htta popped into my head. I wanted to crush my lips over hers, to taste her, to feel her skin against mine. I wanted to touch her and her to touch me. I wanted to take her where no one would bother us and have my way with her. oh god. What has happened to me?
I could feel my palms become sweaty and my heart started beating a little faster as the space between us slowly disappeared. She was leaning in and so was I, but how? Just a few minutes ago we were having one of our normal banters, but now were about to kiss?
"Clare?" I heard someone say.
I snapped my head over to the sound and quickly removed myself from Clare as I saw her dark skinned friend standing there. I cleared my throat and glanced at Clare who was flattening her shirt.
"Uh, hey Alli" Clare said.
"Come on, the store opens in a few minutes and were going to be late. You know all the six's go first!" the dark skinned girl wined, giving me a headache.
"Right, the store, uh, let's go" Clare said uneasy.
I watched as she walked over to her friend and headed to the entrance of the school. I smirked at Clare when she turned around to glance at me, making her smiled softly.
I needed to throw her friend off so I yelled out, "See you later, bitch!"
Clare smiled softly and then her friend turned to look at her, causing her to make a disgusted face. "Whatever, jackass!" she yelled back.
Her friend smiled at Clare and glared at me, scoffing as she left the school, with Clare by her side.
I sighed and glanced around the empty hallway. School is about to get a little more interesting.
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