"This is where I killed my girlfriend." Even though we had this conversation over two weeks ago, that sentence swirled around and around in my cluttered brain. I couldn't believe he took the blame for her death; she was hit by a drunk driver. She should have at least had a reflector on her bike or something! Teenagers these days were just, well, UGH! But, it really wasn't his fault. I really hated that he took the blame for it. I mean, sure they had a fight, but nobody's perfect, right?
The bus came to a halt, brakes screeching and all, and I broke out of my intense contemplation. I looked out the window and saw the black hearse pull into the Degrassi parking lot. I could hear Deadhand blasting from inside the bus. The hearse came to a halt and began to turn into a parking space. It was Eli. I never really knew why he did have a hearse. He never really cared what people thought about him. So, I guess him and his mindset decided to buy a hearse one day, and no one stopped him. Quickly, I gathered my belongings and walked off the bus and down the stairs, almost falling off the last one. I looked over at Eli. He was laughing as he slung his black book bag over his shoulder, and when he saw me a wide smirk pulled across his face. Embarrassed, I looked down and shuffled across the parking lot.
"Clare, be careful! Wouldn't want you falling off the school bus. What a great story that would make!" He chuckled and slammed Morty's car door. He wore black jeans, a black printed T-shirt, and that black blazer- the one he wore every single day. I never did see him without it on. Those big green eyes were staring at me, they were so gorgeous! And his smile was icing on the cake.
"Well, an even better story would be if you hit someone with your hearse and they lived. Ironic much?" I looked up at him and smiled. He was taller than me by a few inches, but he was still rather short compared to everyone else.
"Yeah, that would be quite ironic. So how was your weekend? Didn't get hit by a hearse, did ya?" He stood by my side and we started toward the school.
"Very funny, Eli," I joked, "Well, there was this one guy that looked like he needed a hearse at the Church fundraiser."
"He looked that bad, eh?" Eli asked, as we neared the front entrance of the school. The students that were there at the moment were scribbling on paper, most likely finishing last minute homework that was probably due first period.
"Even worse! You should have seen him; he was like the living dead!" I giggled and Eli smiled at me. He held the door open for me and we walked in. The doors creaked open and colorful lockers, flyers, and depressed-looking students appeared in sight.
It was definitely another Monday, everyone was moping around and looked like they got about two minutes of sleep last night. Yep, a typical Monday.
He walked me to my locker; I unlocked it, and opened the door. I caught him eyeing the door. Nothing was different about it, so what was so amusing to him?
"What are you staring at?" I looked at him, puzzled.
"You still have the Rob Pattinson poster in your locker?" He asked, sarcastically.
"Yes, do you have a problem with sparkly vampires?" I asked mockingly.
"Maybe I do, Do I even compare to sparkly vampires or buff werewolves?"
"You come close, but you have to admit, no one can compare to their greatness."
"Sure," he rolled his eyes and I slammed my locker.
"Ready for class?" He asked.
"Yeah," and with that he placed his arm around my frail shoulder, it seemed to fit there perfectly, and we walked to first period.