Clare's fingers found her curly locks. Her pink painted nails stuck out of her hair, but her palm stayed resting on the top of her head. She was already aching to go home, and it was barely past her first class. After allowing her fingers to recede from her flaming hair, she took a quick glance to her mirror. Once she adjusted her cross necklace and placed a black clip into her hair, she closed her locker. Clare's back found the outside of her colorful locker.
"Someone's gonna be late." Adam droned out sarcastically. He leaned against a locker next to Clare. His foot tapped against the floor loudly as he awaited his best friend's reply.
"I don't really care today." Clare shrugged. Adam sprung from the cooled metal of the locker as soon as the words were spoken. He'd never heard such words from this girl.
Adam poked a flower on Clare's shirt, "Are you really Clare Edwards? Because she would never say such a thing." He said teasingly. Clare swatted his callused hand away, "Okay, what's wrong?"
A hot breath came from Clare's lips before she responded, "I don't know, really. I just woke up today and felt," she paused to take in her surroundings. The halls were abandoned except for a few stray students who were scurrying towards their classes. Another heaving breath flew from her before she finished, "empty. Like I'm missing something."
Adam pulled Clare away from the lockers gently by her hand, "Maybe you're just tired of the same old routine. Try doing something different today." With that, Clare was shoved across the hall and tumbling into Ms. Dawes's classroom. A snickering Adam followed close behind.
'Something different…' Clare thought to herself uneasily as she took her seat.
Her first thought was to write down a list of things she'd always thought would be fun, but never took the initiative to actually do. Before she could even open her notebook up, though, a soft knock came from behind her.
"Ms. Dawes," Sav called out softly, as if there was a sleeping baby in the room instead of several teenagers, "we have a new addition to your class."
A boy stepped out from behind Sav. His posture was slouched and his hands were dug deep into his bleached black skinny jeans. He had a black Dead Hand t-shirt on with a strange necklace hung loosely around his neck. He pulled one of his hands from his pocket to swipe his dark brown bangs from out of his eyes. His lips were pulled back into an alluring smirk, and it only deepened when he caught Clare's interested looks.
He stepped forward once Ms. Dawes spoke up, "Ah, I thought we had a new student coming," her attention turned to Sav, "thanks, Sav, we've got him now."
Sav didn't hesitate to turn around and saunter away from the scene. Once he turned the corner, Ms. Dawes motioned for the new student to take a seat. A seat that happened to be directly in front of Clare.
"Tell us about yourself. First, though, start with your name." the English teacher said once the boy was seated.
"Eli," the boy spoke up, "Eli Goldsworthy. And I guess all I can really say about myself is that I love my Dead Hand music- obviously- and I'm an aspiring writer. A young one at that." Eli laughed to himself, but it died out when no one else laughed along side him.
Once he finished speaking, though, Clare's head popped up from her notebook. He was a writer, too?
'Well,' Clare thought to herself cautiously, 'Adam said to try something different. Time to make new friends?'
She tapped his black clad shoulder once the class was settled down again. Her mouth was popped open just wide enough to take in a small amount of air, but not look like a dying fish. Her jaw snapped shut when Eli didn't turn around, though. Clare tapped his shoulder once more, but a little more forcefully. This time, he took notice.
"Ouch," He mocked pain as he rubbed his shoulder. His body spun to glare at her, but once his eyes fell on her face, his expression softened, "may I help you?"
Clare didn't know how to respond. She really should have thought this over more. Out of the corner of one of her blue eyes, she saw Adam with his arms slightly outstretched in a confused manner.
A clicking sound made her jump. It was Eli, tapping his fingernails along her desk. 'Oh yeah. I'm supposed to answer him.' Clare thought. She took in a shaky breath, and attempted to speak.
"I'm Clare." She squeaked out. Eli smirked at her before extending the hand that had been tapping away on her desk only moments before.
"Well hi." He whispered to avoid being caught by Ms. Dawes.
"I really um," Clare shot a desperate look towards Adam before turning her gaze back to the boy in front of her, "I really just wanted to tell you that I'm a writer, too."
"Oh, pretty and smart, now? What a combination." The dark boy remarked. Clare's face shifted into a dark cherry red. Her ears perked up at the sound of familiar laughter.
"Dude, why 'ya laughing?" Eli turned to Adam quizzically. Adam shrugged before nodding towards his best friend.
"Just seeing my best friend blush to a complete stranger makes me laugh." Adam said. He began shoving a few loose-leaf pieces of paper into his binder. It was then that Clare realized that it was nearing the end of the class. Had the class really passed by so quickly? Clare reached down to grab the straps of her black and green bag. Once it was hoisted up onto her shoulder, the bell rang.
"Oh, gotcha, bro." Eli laughed out suggestively before taking his own bag into his hands.
The petite 5 foot 3 inch girl shuffled after the mysterious boy, though, "What was that supposed to mean?" She caught his arm. Adam stood back in shock at how courageous she was being towards the new kid.
"I'm just saying that by the way your best friend over there reacted to us conversing made it seem a little more than friendship, Blue Eyes."
Clare sighed, "Adam and I are just friends. So don't try spreading any nasty rumors." Her finger came up to point at him humorously.
Eli rolled his eyes before settling on her, "Yeah, don't worry. Spreading rumors just isn't my style. I like being on the down low. Not being noticed, you know."
He turned to walk away from her, but only a few steps away, Clare called out to him, "Hey," she paused to wait for him to turn around, "what'd you just call me?"
"Blue Eyes."
"Uh, why?"
"Take a look in the mirror. Those two things above your nose? They're beautiful." He cocked his head the slightest bit to the right, allowing a smirk to appear on his face, before turning and walking away.
"Bye, Clare." He called out as he stepped around a corner. Clare held in a girlish squeal because she knew Adam was standing directly behind her. Plus, she didn't even know this boy.
He could be a real jerk.
'Or he could be a really nice guy.' A voice in the back of Clare's head whispered. She tried to swat it away, believe that he wasn't going to turn out to be a good guy. She didn't really want to think he was a decent person, but she wasn't sure as to why.
"I'm going to pretend like I didn't just see you flirting with a guy you don't even know. Want to head to The Dot?" Adam asked form behind the frozen Clare. She nodded, still stuck in place from the shock of what had just happened.
Adam scooped her hand up and began to pull her along the hallways until they reached the double doors. On the other side, they saw Eli leaned up against a hearse, "Welp, I guess the hearse rumors were true."
"Yeah." Clare responded dully. She couldn't find any more words.
They passed him on the way to the cross walk, and he simply scoffed. Clare shot him a look, and he smiled sweetly to her, "You two aren't exactly helping your case of only being only best friends." He pointed towards their interlocked fingers before pushing himself from the black vehicle.
Clare shrugged, "Best friends can hold hands. And plus, it's more like dragging the more lazy friend to The Dot."
"Ah," Eli said sarcastically, "right. Well, I'm headed home. See you two later."
He was inside the hearse and out onto the street before Adam could pull Clare any further down the parking lot.
"Adam," her panicky voice whispered, "is it bad to be attracted to someone you don't even know?"
Chapter one. 3
I'm not sure as to how many chapters this will be, but I'm mainly writing this to distract from the DTW drama. I'm restarting the two love birds. You know, letting them have a whole new story.
Now, answer me a few things, Loves.
1) Does Julia need to be included?
2) Does the hoarding need to be included?
3) Do we need some kind of Fitz drama?
Besides that, I have it planned. I don't want too much drama, because this is mostly to soothe the sad Eclare lovers. [me]