Chapter 2: English

The following day.

…Clare's point of view…

I walk into my last class before lunch, I'm one of the first people there so I take a seat in the front row. As much as I love English, I'm dreading this class. Mainly because it's a grade eleven course and none of my friends are in it. People start piling in until there are only a few seats left. Then I see him, the mysterious stranger from yesterday.

He walks over to me. "Is this seat taken?" he asks pointing to the seat next to me. I shake my head no, not trusting my voice to speak. He smiles and then says "Great." While seating down. Oh my goodness, the cute mysterious stranger is sitting by me.

"Eli" he says holding out his hand for me to shake.

"Clare" I reply shaking his hand. He is warm, not too warm but a nice warm. "So are you new around here?"

"Yeah." One word. That's it.

"You can eat lunch with Alli and I ." I offer. "If you want, that is. I wouldn't want to pressure you into anything."

" Alli, is she the girl from yesterday." He asks. I nod. "Why were you two fighting over glasses anyways?"

"It's a long story." I reply, not really wanting to explain it right now.

"Another time then?" He replies in a questioning tone.

"Another time." I answer and then class starts.

… Eli's point of view…

I walk into my English class to find most of the seats taken. I look around and then I see her, the girl from yesterday and surprisingly there is a free seat next to her. I walk over. "Is this seat taken?" I ask pointing to the seat next to her. She shakes her head no and I take it as my invitation to sit down. "Great."

I hold my hand out to her. "Eli" I say.

"Clare" She replies shaking my hand. "Are you new here?" She asks after a moment of silence.

I answer in one word. "Yeah."

"You can eat lunch with Alli and I." She offers. "If you want, that is. I wouldn't want to pressure you into anything." She adds nervously. I love the effect I have on this girl.

Alli? Her friend from our meeting? "Alli, is she the girl from yesterday?" Clare nods. " Why were you two fighting over glasses anyways?"

"It's a long story" She says looking down.

"Another time then?" I question.

"Another time." She answers and then the teacher starts talking and class begins.