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There's Something About You
Clare's POV
Crisp autumn air caused me to catch my breath once the clear double doors widened before me. It was already late September, but the trees still appeared to be captured in the summer season. I ran down the front steps and kept my gaze straight forward. I needed to look as if I knew what I was doing. Sophomores shouldn't be cutting class – scratch that – Clare Edwards shouldn't be cutting class.
Once I stepped off school property, I let out a sigh of relief. Eli would be beyond hysterics when he saw innocent, Saint Clare out on the town during school hours. I propelled my shoulders back and brought my pace to a brisk walk. Halfway there, I realized the park was further than I had remembered and stopped to sit on a bench outside The Dot.
Pleasant memories came back to me.
Flashback:
"Scream, at the top of your lungs." He proposed. My eyes darted around me, hoping nobody was actually paying attention to our odd pair. I then propped myself on the edge of the bench. And well, I didn't exactly scream, per say. It sounded more like I was reacting to a child's version of a scary movie, which by the way is pathetic.
Eli's brow raised and he scoffed, "Is that the best you can do?"
I then rose to my feet and actually screamed. A few bypassing strangers jumped at the sudden cacophony. Pleased, I turned back to Eli who was weakly smiling. "Okay, your turn." I said to him.
"Yea, not my style," He stood and began to walk away.
"What? No you have to!"
"It's not my style! No!"
We started to bicker playfully and I cornered him against the nearest telephone pole.
"I need to…" I stopped and realized I was up against Eli, who was gripping my wrists. He let go slowly and I backed away. Okay, way too awkward. I stepped back even further, but curiously glanced at him. A smug, but attractive – dare I say sexy? – grin appeared on his face. I silently gulped and fell back down onto the bench.
My brain stopped spinning and noted the familiar surroundings. Things still appeared as they had in my head, except Eli wasn't beside me. I sighed and stood up to continue my search.
I think it was at least five miles; maybe more. Once arriving to the quiet park, I immediately noticed the foreign hearse stationary on the side of the parking lot. I smiled to myself and entered.
Everything looked so alive and bright even when fall was on its way. In a matter of weeks, the multiple shades of green would turn to golds, browns, and reds, which meant the trees were shedding their leaves for winter. Winter was a wonderful time, for the outside to freeze over and klutzy people to slip on ice. Not that I was klutzy, I was just off-balance.
I finally spotted Eli perched on a ledge on the outskirts of the park. He was sipping from a Coca Cola bottle and staring up at the sky. I brought myself closer to him before speaking, "Daydreaming, Eli?" I giggled. He turned, but instead of catching sight of a surprised, smirking Eli, I noticed remorse on his mischievous features. But the negative emotion had miraculously vanished from his face when he saw it was me.
"So I don't personally care for this phrase but, oh my God. Clare Edwards skipped class to follow me? The world is coming to an end!" I weakly slapped his shoulder and laughed. His sarcasm was alive and well, alright. "Okay, so what brings you to this whimsical park? I'm guessing my good looks, which is obviously the real answer, unless this note tells otherwise." He extracted the wrinkled letter from his pocket and held it just past my nose.
"I want my note back!" I swiped at the dangling paper but his arm recoiled before I could grasp it. He only chuckled louder. "Eli!" I whined.
"Have I ever told you how adorable you are when you're angry?" He added slyly.
"I'm glad you think so in that pretty little head of yours because I might just be particularly mad today –" I, yet again, reached for the piece of paper unsuccessfully before rolling my eyes.
"I'm pretty? Wow this note must be accurate now. In the beginning, I thought this was some sort of scam, you know, but from the looks of it you really are into me!" He stuffed it back into his pocket and smirked. I could tell my face was red as a tomato. "Exactly, there it is again!" He joked; I giggled. His enthusiasm was contagious; was I actually laughing at my own embarrassment?
I put my bag down on the grass and sat beside him. "So, on a more serious note, why did you cut class?"
He took another sip from his Coke before placing it behind him. "What? It's now a sin to enjoy the outdoors?"
"No, I was just wondering why." I nervously tugged at the fabric of my shirt again.
There was a short period of silence, as if Eli was contemplating on what to say. I looked up at him to realize he was closer to me than before, much like the incident in front of The Dot last week. Only this time, there was no awkward feeling nagging at my brain. Can't he just close the unbearable gap already? I impatiently scooted closer to him, trying to focus more on the metallic guitar pick around his neck then the pair of lips coming closer to mine.
His lips contacted mine softly, as if Eli was scared of my reaction. Eli Goldsworthy was scared of kissing me? I felt as if I was on the tip of a diving board waiting to jump. Why not? So I dove into the unexpected kiss. I reached my arm to lightly grip his shoulder and my opposite hand to the side of his face.
Just so you know I have never kissed a guy like this, ever! So my breath caught when he rested his hand on my waist. Beneath the kiss, Eli smirked at the fact my heart was restarting with his touch and long fingers were placed on my arm inches above my elbow. His rings we cool on my hot skin as the sudden embrace deepened.
An innocent kiss turned passionate, which led to a make out session. O Lord, how did this happen? That's right, the brainless mistake of writing a letter to Eli Goldsworthy. His tongue traced my lower lip and explored the rest of my mouth. Chills ran up and down my spine when the hand clutching my waist pulled me closer.
This kiss was like ecstasy and my cheeks had permanently been dyed a bright fuchsia. But when Eli finally pulled away my heart sank to the bottom of a bottomless abyss. He looked confused, and regretful. It seemed as though he never meant to kiss me.
"Shit," He muttered under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm sorry," He whispered and dashed away.
"Eli!" I called back.
He had retrieved the half empty coke bottle but the crumpled loose leaf still was left on the ledge. I carefully picked it up and slowly unfolded it at the worn out creases.
To: Eli Goldsworthy
Yea, it's me, Saint Clare. Yes, I'm writing this letter to you because if I ever talked to you about this I can just image you cracking a sarcastic remark. I don't want to deal with your antics at the moment, so here it goes: I like you, a lot, Eli.
But underneath my familiar hand writing was a small amount of chicken scratch scribbled in black Sharpie:
xxx
Haha =P I left you people with a cliff hanger! What are you gonna do now? Here's a hint: click the review button. It helps! I swear! But just to let you know, I probably won't update until the new Clare and Eli episode comes out… maybe a bit earlier if it leaks… anyway, hope you enjoyed it! And don't worry, more to come… later! :3