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Clare's POV

I walked down the hall and to my next class. English. I wasn't looking forward to it. English was normally my favorite subject, and it still is, but there was a certain person I didn't want to see. The emo boy who ran over my glasses was in that class. I found out his name is Elijah Goldsworthy, but he went as Eli. Since I am in advanced grade 11 English, that tells me he's in grade 11. I thought that it was love at first sight. But for some reason he just really bothers me. There's something about him that ticks me off. Besides even if I thought it was 'Love at first sight,' I'm sure he doesn't like me. Besides, I'm in grade 10 and he's in 11. But I DON'T like him.

I walked through the doorway, to find him, sitting in his regular seat in front of me. I sat down behind him. I noticed he was colouring his nails with a black sharpie. Typical emo.

Once everyone had entered the room, Ms. Dawes started her lesson.

Ms. Dawes started to hand back our previous assignments. "Some of the greatest works of all time. Letters, they reveal the hearts and souls of world leaders, of great artists, and now of you." She told the class.

When I got my paper back, I looked down. I was shocked at the red C she had written on my paper.

"Ms. Dawes, there must be some sort of a mistake. I've never gotten a C. How could this happen?" I said with disappointment.

"Well, your earlier assignments were divine, but recently your writing has become distant, impersonal," She told me.

"I used complex sentence structure and advanced vocabulary," I pointed out.

I saw Eli shake his head. I could just picture him with his stupid smirk and rolling his eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful green eyes… my thoughts start to trail off.

I snap out of it when Ms. Dawes says, "Yes, but your assignment didn't tell me anything about who you are, what you want. You can't hide behind vampire fiction forever."

"I'm not hiding," I say, a bit embarrassed as people around me giggle.

"Then prove it, to your writing partner," she says pointing at him. The person I despise. The last person I wanted to be partnered with. Eli.

"Me?" he says, sounding just about as excited as I am. Well at least we're on the same terms…

"Yes, you. You write well, but you're a… bit wordy. You and Clare will be editing each other's work this semester." She says. Eli and I both shake our heads.

"Great, that'll be fun," I say sarcastically.

"We may have a very special partnership on our hands people," She says. Then she gasps, "Like Sylvia Plaid and Tedd Hewes."

"Sylvia Plaid killed herself," I point out.

The class starts to laugh.

After a very long class, the bell finally rang. As I went out the door so did Eli. We bumped into each other. He looked at me with those beautiful green eyes's… Snap out of it Clare! I gave him kind of an angry look, and he just smirked, shook his head and walked out before me. This is going be a fun semester…

I walked out of the class mad. Luckily, I saw Alli sanding outside the class, admiring some guys. I saw Eli walk past us. I gave him an evil look and he was still smirking.

"He is just so… UGH. You know?" I said to Alli.

"I get it Clare, you're in love with Eli," She said. I gave her a look. But she just continued like I didn't. "But can we talk about more important things here, like how I'm going to get Drew's attention. Ever since I laid eyes on him, I knew we were meant to be" She said admiring Drew, who was at the other side of the hall.

"Uhh… Have you ever even talked to him?" I asked. Typical Alli. ALWAYS talking about boys.

"You can't just talk to a guy like that Clare, you have to have strategy," she pointed out.

"Well you better come up with it fast," I said. She gave me a confused look. I pushed her into Drew who was walking down the hall.

" Heh, h-hi Drew… G-great game yesterday," She said with a nerves laugh.

"You're Sav's little sister, right?" Drew asked.

"Yeah…" She said with disappointment, as the bell rang.

"Catch ya later," Drew said as he passed Alli.

"Has anyone ever died of humiliation?" She asked me.

I thought about it for a second, till I said "Hmm… No, just permanently scared,"

"Ugh," She groaned as she turned around.

I laughed and followed her. I almost forgot about the fact that I have to spend the next semester with Elijah Goldsworthy.

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