Summary: So this was partly inspired by another fic on here called Thrown Together because I enjoyed that story and it welcomed me to the Eli/Marisol crackship. I'm excited to share my own fic for "Elarisol". The song title for this chapter is I Can't Get Next To You by Al Green.

Eli had high hopes for his senior creative writing class especially since the topic was writing about something that changed your life but all it took was one sentence to ruin Eli's whole week.

"Eli...you'll be working with Marisol," said casually, as she handed them the rubric for their papers.

Eli blinked at first, the words not registering. Then as Marisol let out a sound of disgust, his own disgust kicked in.

"What? Her?" Eli asked in disbelief. Marisol turned around and scowled at him, but he didn't care.

"Yes, is there a problem Eli?" Ms. Dawes questioned him, looking at them both with a critical eye. Everyone else in the class also turned to watch him, knowing that he had a reputation of saying anything he wanted to say no matter how rude.

There were fifty million problems with Marisol Lewis, the most obvious being that she was dumb. Incredibly dumb.

"No," he grumbled, not trying to get detention at all during his senior year. But he felt betrayed by Ms Dawes.

"Better not be, Emo Boy," Marisol sneered at him, and it took all in him not to say something nasty back in response. He simply glared at the back of her head.

"Good. Working with someone different than you can be an enlightening challenge," Ms. Dawes stated, and there was a certain glint in her eye he didn't like.

This was going to be a disaster.

"I can't believe that would pair me up with that emo loser," Marisol complained to Katie as they ate lunch together. Well, Marisol wasn't really eating her chicken salad. She was actually stabbing around the plate, pretending it was Eli's face. "You should have seen how he glared at Me. Who does he think he is? I hate him!"

"Well, look at it this way. It's only a week," Katie tried to reassure her. But there was no reassuring. The next weeks were going to be awful!

"He might go home tonight and place a demonic curse on me, or perform a satanic ritual so I can lose all of my hair by tomorrow!" She whined, which made her friend roll her eyes.

"A satanic ritual? Really Mare?" Katie asked.

"He crashed his hearse for Virgin Edwards last year, Katie. Have you seen the way he dresses? He probably wears her blood in a necklace, and sleeps with it at night."

"Wrong, I wear my blood in a necklace before I sleep at night. I also eat infant intestines for dinner every day, and pluck a piece of my enemies' hair as an offering to Satan. Maybe I'll use your hair, tonight," Eli dryly replied as he suddenly appeared right behind her. Marisol jumped in her seat, and then stood up to face him.

"Listen here, Emo Boy. You will not make my remaining time here at Degrassi miserable. I'm not scared of you, or your other freaky friends," she warned, and she was fully aware that several people in the cafeteria were looking at them.

He scoffed. "Look, it's bad enough that you make me miserable just by talking and that you and your BFF over there screwed over my friends because you didn't want to take accountability for the senior prank. Don't make this any worse than it has to be. Believe me, you already done enough. I'll text you later to discuss a time we can work on our papers," he stated before walking away.

She huffed and looked back at Katie, who was rubbing her temples. "Did you just see that? I told you, he's going to make my life a living hell!"

"I think you're being overdramatic Mare. Look at the bright side, it'll only be a couple of weeks and then you don't have to speak to each other again. Just suck it up and work with him," her best friend reassured her. Marisol relaxed her shoulders.

"Fine."

"And who knows, you might come to liiikkkkee Eli. He's actually kind of cute under all of that eyeliner," Katie teased.

"Katlynn."

"Yeah?"

"Find your own way to school tomorrow."

"We didn't even start working together and I already want to fucking kill her," Eli snarled as he and the girls watched a movie at Fiona's loft. He's been ranting over an hour. "I overheard her saying that I probably sleep with Clare's blood in a necklace."

"Not the worst rumors I've heard about you," Fiona remarked as she licked frosting off a cupcake.

"I can't believe that Dawes picked Marisol out of all people! She knows what kind of writer I am and what I can do. Why would she partner me up with a girl that thinks Baby by Justin Bieber is a masterpiece of songwriting?" He ranted.

"If you want, I can make a voodoo doll of her and stick it all up. Fifi and I still have to come up with an epic plan to get her and Katie off the student council," Imogen playfully offered.

"No, no. As much as I would love that, I need her alive for the project," he grumbled.

"Well maybe since she's dumb as rocks, you can back out of being her partner when she can't come up with anything good?" Imogen suggested.

"I wish. But no, Dawes thinks that we can bring out the best in each other. Sometimes that woman confuses me."

"Perhaps, as part of our epic plan to get back at her, you can seduce her. You know, tell her paper is amazing. Or you can pretend to be her new friend and get her to fall in love with you. Then you break her heart and she drops out of high school. Ha! There, I finally found a way we can get our revenge," Fiona stated cheerfully.

Eli and Imogen both looked at her, disturbed.

"Ew!" Imogen exclaimed.

"There's no way in hell I would do that," Eli replied, shuttering. "I'd rather vomit."

"Come on, you have to admit that Marisol is really pretty even if she is a witch," Fiona argued.

"Then why don't you seduce her then with your feminine wiles, Ladykiller."

"Because I know she's not into girls. But she might fall for the bad boy that sleeps with his ex-girlfriend's blood in a necklace. Hence the evil plan," Fiona explained. "Come onnnnn, Eli."

"Absolutely not. I'll just push through this and try not to crash my bike on purpose out of rage," he rejected with a tone of finality. "Maybe, just maybe she'll reveal a hidden stroke of genius for her topic."

As they all went back to watching the movie, Eli couldn't stop thinking about how much he was going to hate working with Marisol. He barely spoke words to her over the years they attended school together, but he knew she was an absolutely horrible girl, the lowest common denominator. She was a shallow, snobby, ignorant, arrogant cheerleader that slept with other girls' boyfriends and would throw her own friends under the bus to get a high position. If anything, she was the demon, not him.

Marisol Lewis was exactly the kind of girl that he would never go for.