HI! This is my first Degrassi fic, so I'm pretty nervous. Haha. ;) This story is pretty much Eclare fluff, so there's your warning. :D I'll be following the show for a fews chapters, but I won't for most. The next two chapters or something will probably be the episodes, and then I'll move on to my own stuff. :) So, please, enjoy! And REVIEW! :D
It was a good day for a certain Mr. Elijah Goldsworthy that day. He turned in all of his work, aced his Calculus quiz, and he managed to be invisible to everyone so far today. But the only disappointing thing was that he hadn't managed to spot any "good looking" girls today. Oh well, there was always tomorrow. That, and college.
He was whistling as he walked over to his car. Eli drove a hearse, and he affectionately called him Morty. Morty - ah, yes. That was indeed an excellent name. Morty welcomed him lovingly as always as soon as Eli saw his car. He blasted The Job and backed out of the parking spot.
Out of the corner of his eye, Eli spotted two girls fighting over something in their hands. He shook his head disapprovingly. Jeez, sophomore girls are so crazy. Briefly, he saw something shiny fly out of their hands and into the street. He heard Morty's wheels crunch over it.
Eli hadn't planned getting out of his car to pick the poor thing up, but after seeing their fallen faces, he decided to. Grumbling silently to himself, he took his foot off the gas pedal and opened the car door. The Job's song, Problem, blasted out of his car. He smirked at the girls' shocked expressions.
As he leaned down to pick up whatever Morty ran over, he realized it was a pair of glasses. Crap, he thought to himself, I hope that didn't damage Morty's wheels. Eli examined the glasses for a moment, pondering at their crumpled frames.
He looked at the girls, and recognized that the glasses belonged to the redheaded girl. The other girl was Indian, and was standing off to the side a bit. She looked nervous and guilty, and Eli assumed that she probably started this whole mess.
"I think they're dead," Eli said blankly, without any emotion. He handed the glasses over to the redheaded girl. He waited there for a moment, waiting for her reaction.
"Um, it's okay," she said, rather shyly. "I don't need them anymore. I… I got laser… surgery." She smiled at him a bit, blushed, and then looked down a bit. After a moment, she looked back up, still blushing.
He stared into her eyes for a moment, his expression not changing. Wow, she does have a nice pair of eyes, he thought to himself. He decided that he should say something, instead of just standing there, staring at her like a creep.
"You have pretty eyes." His job was to flatter her by complimenting her, but pretending not to have any interest. He didn't have any interest, though. Or maybe he did. Did he? He let himself smirk a bit.
"Thanks," she said sweetly, blushing even harder. She shyly looked down at the sidewalk for a few more moments before meeting his eyes again. "I'll, uh, see you around?" She added the last part with a bit of hope in her voice.
"I guess you will," he replied, rather blankly again.
He left her with that to ponder over before getting back into Morty. He smiled to himself and drove off.
Now his day was complete; he had found a good girl to have fun with at this school. At least, for a while. That is, if she'll give him another chance. Most girls didn't. They turned their noses up at him and cringed away from the creepy Goth boy who was "obsessed" with death, dressed in all black, and drove a vintage hearse. Oh well.
But the look in that girl's eyes told him that he may have a chance with her. He just needed to flatter her some more somehow. How could he do that? Eli thought for a moment, and then smiled to himself. He knew he recognized her somewhere, and now he has just placed her. She was in his eleventh grade honors English class, although she was only a sophomore.
Now, Eli Goldsworthy had a plan.
-X-
He had complimented her! Clare Edwards squealed to herself in her bedroom. Plus, he had noticed her eyes, which were double points. She had thrown out her glasses after that scene in the nearby waste bin. Not that she needed them anymore anyway, but she didn't want to hide her pretty blue eyes from that boy.
She returned her attention to her laptop screen, attempting to write the essay she was currently working on. They were supposed to write a letter about what they would change in the world, and Clare was attempting to write about gun control. She was having great difficulty with it because she couldn't drown out her parents' voices.
They were fighting again, like they usually do nowadays. When Clare had tried to drown out their voices with music, it didn't work, so she just gave up. She just wished that her parents would get along soon, because if they didn't then she would have impaired hearing fairly soon. And Clare was pretty sure there wasn't a surgery that could fix damaged ears.
Sighing, she let her eyes wander over to her notebook on her desk, filled with all of her vampire stories. She shuddered as she thought of the time when she wrote about her vampire fantasy with her and Declan Coyne, posting it on the web, and then kissing him on the neck. But all was good now, because now they were good friends. It was still embarrassing to think about, though.
An hour later, Clare had finally typed up her English assignment. She admitted that it wasn't her best work, but she was too tired to write up anything better. She printed it off, and stuck it in her English notebook.
After having leftover spaghetti for dinner, Clare slowly made her way back up to her room. She flopped down on her bed and clenched her pillow. She silently prayed that her parents would work things out. If it got any worse, she would have to stay over Alli's house for a while. Alli.
Clare sighed again, thinking about what happened today. She completely got back at Jenna during Phys Ed for spreading that boob-job rumor, and then after that her glasses got run over. It was Alli's fault, really. She just had to make a big deal out of it and try to snag her glasses away from her. The glasses slipped from their hands and landed in the street, getting run over by a hearse.
She then sighed again, but with pleasure that time, thinking about that boy. Who was he? She vaguely remembered him from her English class, but that was it. She didn't know what his name was, and Ms. Dawes never called on him during class. Oh well, she would find out soon enough anyway. But why would Clare care about what his name is anyway? She's not going to end up with him or anything.
Clare did think it was incredibly sweet that he took the time out of his day to pick up her glasses. Even better, he even complimented her eyes. "You have pretty eyes." Oh how Clare's heart jumped at the sound of his voice. Jeez, she was basically falling in love with a guy she barely even knew.
She knew she would see him again, that was a given. She did share an English class with him, after all. But he was completely wrong for her in so many ways. He was a punk, a Goth kid who drove a hearse and wore all black. And she was a good little Christian girl who had a bright future and great grades. They were total opposites. If only she could stop thinking about him.
Maybe I should make him a character in one of my stories, Clare pondered, smiling at the thought. She felt instantly happy at the thought, and forgot all about her parents' fight. Yes, I think I will. Tomorrow I will.
She thought again of his gray skinny jeans, black t-shirt, black blazer, black boots, black jewelry, and his painted black nails. Oh, why did he have to dress in black? But the thing she kept thinking about was his eyes. His eyes were two perfect green emeralds, and she knew she could fall forever in them. His lopsided smirk was wonderful, incredibly dreamy. He was, oh, Clare dreaded to say it, sexy.
Clare fell asleep that night with very happy dreams.
-X-
Eli was sitting in his English, bored half to death, coloring his already-black nails with his black sharpie. Ms. Dawes was babbling about a bunch of English crap he didn't really care about, so he wasn't really paying attention.
That girl was sitting behind him. The girl who had her glasses run over by Morty. He could feel when her eyes were on him, and he smiled to himself sometimes. But right now, he didn't really care anymore. He just wanted to get out of this stupid class.
Ms. Dawes was passing back their assignments from last night. Basically, they had to write about what pissed them off the most and put it in a letter. Most of the class had turned theirs in during the morning, including Eli.
"Letters are one of the many great forms of art," Ms. Dawes droned on, oblivious that nobody was listening and everyone just wanted her to shut up and receive their grade. "Letters reveal the hearts and souls of world leaders, great artists, and now, of you."
Eli's paper was dropped on his desk with a thud. He smiled to himself; he'd gotten an A on his paper. It wasn't that hard, really. He just wrote about stereotypes. It was easy enough to understand, seeing that most people thought he was Goth anyway.
The girl behind him complained to the teacher.
"Ms. Dawes," she whined, "There must be some sort of mistake; I've never gotten a C." She groaned, "How did this happen?"
"Well, Clare," the teacher said, (Clare! Eli thought, that's her name!), "your earlier assignments were divine, but lately, your writing has become…distant, impersonal."
"I used complex sentence structure and advanced vocabulary," Clare countered, still fighting Ms. Dawes.
Eli rolled his eyes; talk about modest.
"Yes," Ms. Dawes said, "but your assignment didn't tell me anything about who you are; what you want." She sighed. "You can't hide behind vampire fiction forever."
Eli smirked and choked back a snicker; vampire fiction?
Clare blushed, embarrassed. "I'm not hiding," she said, trying to defend her. She could not believe Ms. Dawes just said that in front of the entire class. And how did she know about that anyway? Did Ms. Dawes read it herself?
"Then prove it," Ms. Dawes declared, "to your new writing partner." She pointed to Eli and started walking back up to the front of the classroom.
"Me?"Eli murmured disbelievingly. He raised his eyebrows and snorted. Why would she partner up him and her? Ugh, everyone was just so irritating nowadays.
"Yeah, you," Ms. Dawes said, turning around. "You write well, but you're a… little wordy." Eli rolled his eyes again. "You and Clare will be editing each other's work this semester." He shook his head.
"Great," Clare muttered, "that will be fun."
"We may have a very special partnership on our hands, people!" Ms. Dawes cooed excitingly to the class. "Like Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes!"
"Sylvia Plath killed herself," Clare countered, but Ms. Dawes wasn't paying attention. The class snickered, except for Eli.
The rest of the class period, which was only ten minutes, passed by very slowly. Eli had returned to coloring his nails and Clare was shooting dirty looks at Ms. Dawes as she continued to talk and talk and talk. Finally, the bell rang.
Eli and Clare reached the doorway at the same time, and became slightly stuck. Eli snorted, rolled his eyes, shook his head, smirked, got out first by nudging her away, and walked off. Clare looked after him, seething. She walked over to Alli, who was staring dreamily at Drew Torres, the school's star quarterback.
"He is just so… UGH!" Clare ranted to Alli, boiling up inside. "You know?"
"I get it, Clare," Alli snapped. "You're in love with Eli. But can we please talk about more important things, like how I can get Drew's attention?"
Clare shook her head disbelievingly at her best friend.
-X-
The next day in media class, Clare was frantically trying to finish her redo of her English assignment that Ms. Dawes had allowed her to do. She couldn't come up with anything, and she knew she couldn't do gun control again. What did she want to change in the world? She thought for a brief moment, and then decided on global warming. That was good enough, right?
Alli was trying to talk to her about guy advice, but Clare was paying attention. She needed to get this paper done. Aha! Finally, she typed the last sentence, and smiled at herself. She reviewed it, correcting the spelling and grammar. Okay, again, it wasn't her best work, but it was better than the gun control paper. It was definitely worth an A-, well Clare indeed hoped so.
The bell rang as soon as Clare had printed her paper. She stuck it in her notebook, said her goodbyes to Alli, and walked over to her English class. Hopefully today will be better. Then, with a shock, she remembered that Eli Goldsworthy was her English partner and she would have to let him review her work. Great.
So... how did you like it? :D I'm sorry its so long! I just kept writing until I realized it was four pages long, and then I was like, "OH NO! I'm going to melt my readers' eyes! AH!" Haha, anyway, please review. :D
A/N: I may not be able to post the next chapter soon because I may become grounded. ;D So... yeah. Haha. Just a warning. X)
