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Clare's POV:

I stared at the clothes on my bed. A purple polo and khaki trousers. Were they serious? I knew that I wore my uniform last year, but giving us one just because of a few incidents? Did Principal Simpson think that uniforms and knife fights canceled each other out? I thought he was cool.

Eli's POV:

Ugh. Polo's are my worst enemy. Sure, the color (red) looks good on me, but I can't wear a shirt that's full red with no black at all. Especially a polo. If you haven't noticed, I'm sorta the opposite of preppy.

And the pants. Don't even get me started.

Too late. I'm starting.

The pants are revolting. First of all, the color is completely ridiculous. It's like, brown. Mixed with white.

That's called tan, Eli, I heard the Clare-sounding voice in my head say. I smirked at my idiocy.

Second of all, I hate anything besides jeans. In the summer, I never wear shorts unless it reaches 90 degrees Fahrenheit. Which, in Canada, it doesn't very often.

I put on my clothes and whimpered like a little dog. Then I thought that might of sounded weird.

I went in to the bathroom and looked at my clean eyes.

I Want. My. Eyeliner.

Why is there a rule that states, and I quote, "Girls can express themselves more than guys because they're allowed to wear makeup."

Okay, maybe that isn't a quoted rule, but still, guys aren't allowed to wear guyliner. How stupid is that? Plenty stupid, if you ask me.

I got a text message from, "Blue Eyes." That's the name I put in my phone after we started dating two weeks before. I had started calling Clare that. It hit me with sudden realization (an epiphany, it was called, as I had learned from English Class. I also had an epiphany when I realized I was in love with Clare. I still hadn't told her yet) that I had been lying to Clare about something for the past two weeks. I lied to her shortly before we became "Eclare," as Alli called us. Everytime I see Clare I feel guilty about lying about something so idiotic.

Oh well. Better look at that text message.

Hey, can you pick me up for school?

They're still calling it that? I thought school was a place to express yourself.

Don't go for second best, baby. Put your love to the test.

What?

Express yourself is the name of a Madonna song! I was singing the lyrics.

A what song?

Don't tell me you don't know who Madonna is!

Of course I do! *looks away and whistles*

Just come pick me up, Goldsworthy.

I'll think about it. *thinks* oops...my schedules full. Sorry.

School starts in ten minutes.

I'm on my way!

Clare's POV:

I giggled as I reread my and Eli's conversation. God, I was such a lovesick puppy dog...

Whoa, Clare. Slow down. Lovesick? You're not in love yet. You've known him for less than five months. That couldn't be love yet.

I stopped thinking about it. Or, at least I tried to. It wasn't easy.

I heard the signature sound of Morty's honking outside. My mom couldn't drive me to school yet, she was still a bit unstable from her and my dad's split. She had been praying a lot lately. I wasn't exactly sure what she was praying for, but she was.

I walked outside and went into the passenger side of Morty.

"Hey Clare." Eli said. He looked super weird in those clothes. A red polo? Khaki pants?

"Hello Eli." He started the car.

We were quiet for a few minutes. At first I assumed Eli looked uncomfortable because of the clothes he was in, but then I realized that couldn't be it.

"What's up, Eli?"

"What do you mean?" He answered, a little too quickly.

"I mean you've been acting weird this whole car ride."

"Oh, you know...I'm just nervous...for school..."

"Eli." I said, looking at him.

He glanced at me. "Clare I may have told you a little white lie." I raised my eyebrows.

"And what is that?" I asked.

"It's really stupid. You're not going to get mad at me. I don't even know why I didn't tell you."

"Then tell me."

"Remember we went to my dads house?"

Of course I remembered that. That was amazing.

"Yes..."

"Well, that wasn't exactly my dad's house."

Okay, now I was confused. Eli continued.

"See...my dad is, um...dead."

Eli's POV:

I looked over at her. "Eli, I'm sorry," She told me.

"That's not it. He kinda just died a few weeks ago. And...my parents were never divorced. We just moved out of that house to forget about him. He died soon after we became friends, and I didn't feel like telling anybody. I didn't want to tell you when we went to my house...I mean, my old house because it would ruin the moment. I didn't want to tell you after because of the way he died."

Clare looked pretty speechless, yet she spoke. "And how did he die?"

I hesitated. "Alcohol poisoning. I didn't want to worry you with your mom's incident, it's just...I don't know. It was really stupid not to tell you."

"I feel like a jerk." Clare said. Why would she feel like a jerk? I'm the one who lied.

"Clare, it's not your fault-"

"I know, but I was stressing so much over my parents splitting while your dad died."

"Clare, you didn't know. You should be mad at me for not trusting you."

"No, I understand. It's fine. It's just...I guess we're both going through hard times."

"Then we can take care of each other."

Clare smiled. I drove into Degrassi and parked the car. We both got out and walked into our school silently.

We had to depart to get to our lockers. "Well..." I said awkwardly. We looked at each other. I leaned into kiss her but felt her hand on my face. I opened my eyes. She had a paper in her hand that practically yelled "NO PDA." Clare had a little smile on her face and I rolled my eyes while smirking.

"St. Clare, there are no teachers around,"

"Well then I guess it's okay." She answered, leaning towards me. I closed my eyes a little too early and felt nothing on my lips.

Clare's POV:

I tried to hold my laughter. He looked pretty stupid standing there with his eyes closed and while he was moving forward. I walked away and turned back to find Eli smirking at me.

He had a bad habit of closing his eyes too early when going into a kiss.

This chapter took me so long to write, and look how short it is. Review if you thought it was good/bad/annoying/great/terrible/other.

Ugh! I'm terrible with organization! I bet that at some points in my story all of you are confused, right? I know. I need to step my game up.

Anyway, on Friday I went to a birthday sleepover. There was a girl who was in love with Eli as much as I am and there was also this other girl that writes fanfiction. She doesn't write Degrassi stuff, though. Quite the opposite.

So, I will probably end this story soon. I don't have any more ideas for it except that Eli hasn't told Clare he's in love with her yet. If you guys really want me to continue, you can tell me an idea, but most likely I will end this in 1 to 2 chapters. After that I will make a Quinn/Sam oneshot from Glee, then a oneshot story on Eclare. That will be never ending, since it's going to be based on songs from my iPod. (I have almost 700 songs.)

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