Author's note: this is just my version on Eli and Clare. A lot of the story may be similar to Degrassi and may be different. It's my first long Fanfic so be nice(:
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, if I did JT would be alive and Johnny Dimarko would have gotten stabbed.
"Eli!" I heard someone call. All I saw was blackness, though. My eyes were still shut. I opened them, and the bright shaft of sunlight almost blinded me.
I must have fallen asleep in my hammock last night.
"Eli!" My mom called again. "Come inside! You'll be late for your first day of school!"
I groaned. First day at a new school. Didn't know anybody, didn't want to. I stood up out of my hammock and walked through the back door.
"You've got about twenty minutes," my mom rushed. "Go get dressed and shower. You slept outside last night,"
I sighed and headed upstairs.
It didn't take me long to shower and dress in my usually clothing: black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, black blazer, black shoes. Not much of an option.
My mom was already gone by the time I was done. I grabbed a granola bar and got in my hearse, Morty. I hit the "on" button on the radio and listened to whatever song came on. I began driving to my new school. Degrassi.
Crunch.
I sighed and stopped the car. Great. Probably somebody's phone or iPod or something. There goes three hundred bucks down the drain. Might as well say sorry. I got out of the car and looked under Morty's wheel.
Glasses. Just Peachy. I broke some nerd's glasses. Now, not only do I have to pay three hundred bucks for their new pair, but they'll be afraid of me all year. Think I'm a bully. Not a chance.
Why were their glasses on the ground anyway? Their own fault.
I picked up the glasses and looked up. There were two girls standing there, looking at me holding the glasses. One was short and tan, and the other was a little taller with cropped reddish hair. Cute.
"I think they're dead," I stated. I held the glasses out, not sure which girl they belonged to.
The red head took them. "That's okay. I don't need them anymore, I got, uh, laser eye surgery," she looked down, blushing.
Laser eye surgery? Hmm.
I ducked my head to get her attention. She looked up at me and her crystal clear blue eyes stared back.
Whoa.
"You have pretty eyes," I blurted.
"Thanks." she smiled. "I'll, um, see you around?" she asked.
"Guess you will,"
I got back in Morty and continued into the student parking lot. Well, at least I didn't have to buy her a new pair. She did have really pretty blue eyes and she was kind of cute.
But I didn't know a thing about her. Not even her name. That's fine with me. Don't want any friends around this place anyway. I'm fine on my own. But still it'd be nice to know her name…
After lunch, I walked to my next class. English.
I liked English. I liked writing. It gave you a chance to create a different reality and be whoever you want to and do whatever you want to. It's in your control and if you don't like something, just hit 'backspace.'
Not like life, though. Gosh, what I would give to have a 'backspace' button in real life.
I found a seat in the middle. Didn't want to seem like a nerd and sit up front, but didn't like the back too much either. I did kinda wanna pay attention.
When the bell rang, my English teacher came in and put some papers on her desk.
"Alright, first things first, I'm Miss Dawes. I'll be your English teacher this year. The first project of the school year is something simple and fun. I'm going to pair you up with a partner that you'll work with for the rest of the year. When we do group work or editing, that's your go-to person, got it?"
The class murmured some things. Some about how they wanted to be with so and so and not with so and so. I rolled my eyes. Partners? What were we, in the second grade? I didn't need some dumb-ass who thinks they can write correcting my grammar.
"Mr. Goldsworthy, you can be paired up with Miss Edwards,"
Like I was supposed to know who that was. I gave her a look. "And that would be?"
"Right behind you," she nodded.
I sighed. Guess I didn't want to be too mean. Might as well turn around and meet this chick.
I spun in my seat and-BAM! The girl with the bright blue eyes, the girl's whose glasses I ran over.
Miss Edwards smiled shyly. "I'm Clare,"
"Eli," I muttered, still lost in her eyes. She looked away and blushed. I could think again.
"Once you've found your partners, just get to know each other. You'll have to deal with them the rest of the year, so talk it out. What do you like to do? What do you like to write? Favorite authors? It doesn't even have to be school related. Just get to know each other," Miss Dawes assigned.
I bit my lip. What did I say to her? Hey, Clare, even though I don't know you and I ran over your glasses so you probably hate me, I'd just like to say you're hot.
"So, what do you like to write about?" Clare asked.
"Anything really. Whatever comes to mind,"
"Thanks nice." she nodded.
"What about you?" Was I interested? In her writing, kinda. In her personality, of course. In her, definitely.
"I write about things I wanna change. Like my problems, how I could solve them or I want them to change."
"Cool." I had nothing else to say. She ran her lip through her teeth. I got butterflies.
Whoa. Eli, butterflies? Over a girl you've known for a minute? No way. I don't get butterflies. Maybe I'm sick. I'm obviously not nervous because I don't like her. I don't know her. I don't wanna know her.
Right?
I shook my head.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, just thinking."
"About what?" she wondered.
"Butterflies," I blurted.
She giggled. "Butterflies?"
"Like the kind you get in your stomach. Why do people get them?"
"When they're around the person you like."
"I know that, but why? Like what causes being around someone to have our stomach in knots?" I was desperately trying to figure this out. She's a girl, she should know.
"Because you're nervous around them,"
"What if you have no reason to be nervous?"
"It doesn't matter," she shook her head. "It doesn't matter how comfortable you are or how much you know them, when you like someone you're nervous. That's what love is,"
I raised my eyebrows at the L-word. Love? I had butterflies over this chick because I was in love? Not likely. I knew, like, three things about her. No way was I in love. I don't fall in love.
"Love?" I asked. "I don't think so,"
"Why not?" she argued.
"So, on first dates and first meetings you get butterflies because you're in love? When you don't even know the person?"
I hope I wasn't giving away too much. I just wanted answers to my feelings so I asked this girl I don't even know…
Wow, I sound creepy.
"Well, then that means you like them. You want it to be love,"
I busted out laughing. I didn't want to be in love with her! I didn't even know her!
"What's funny?"
"You can't wanna be in love with someone when you don't know them. They could be a total jackass and you'd never know."
"It's because you get nervous around them because of what could be. You like someone, you get butterflies. If you don't know them, it's because you're nervous about your future with them."
"But what if you don't know you wanna a future with them? What if you just met them?" I demanded. I didn't even care if she figured it out. I wanted these butterflies to go away and they wouldn't. I needed to know why I had them to get rid of them.
"Because you like them just a little bit. And you're thinking about what may or could be. It doesn't matter what you want. You're heart knows what's good for you before you do. That's how it works,"
"You're like a walking fortune cookie, Clare," I teased.
She smacked my shoulder. "I am not!"
I could only focus on the fact that her hand touched my shoulder. And how if felt. The butterflies exploded ten thousand percent more.
Great. Stupid heart. Knows what you want. Well guess what? No. I don't want to fall for Clare so I won't. I have will power.
I looked at her. "Yes you are,"
She looked back with her blue eyes and blushed.
Not that much will power.
Author's note: so was it bad? Terrible? Should I stop writing forever? Please let me know in the reviews. I have all the chapters written, but I wont post until I have reviews. No sense in posting if no one will read, right? You guys make my day(: Eclare forever3