Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi nor any of it's characters.
If any of you were wondering, the story is named after the song Winter Winds by Mumford and Sons which is an absolutely lovely song. I'm not exactly sure if it fit's the story completely, but a couple verses definitely do. I've actually just written the first chapter about an hour ago, but I can't help myself so I'm gonna get the 2nd chapter over with so you all don't have to wait long for an update. Also, if you're into HP, I've just started a story that I'm quite excited for so check it out. I've also just written a CAKE one-shot too if you wanna read. But anyways, thankyou for all the reviews/favoriting/etc. I'm glad you like it so far!
It was Friday morning and Eli pulled up to Imogen's house, picking her up for school. Bullfrog had said that since it was such a nice day that Eli could take the car to school. He was finally seeing more and more of the "old" Eli and that gave him peace of mind.
"Hello Mr. Goldsworthy," Imogen smiled, climbing into to the car. She gave Eli a kiss on the cheek before buckling herself in.
"Hello Miss Moreno," he said with a grin.
"You seem quite cheery this morning. Which Eli Goldsworthy is not a morning person," Imogen said, giving him a playful accusing look.
"What can I say. It's a beautiful day. It's Friday. And my dad loaned me the car. And it's not even eight yet," he said with his signature lop sided grin.
Eli put the car back into drive, heading off towards Degrassi. It was just as cold or even colder than the day before. But there wasn't much of a breeze which made it just a tad better.
"I wrote a report on time travel through the ages for English. You think you can read it over for me at lunch?" Imogen asked.
"Sure, no problem," Eli said, stopping at a red light.
"It's somewhere in here," she said, clawing her way through her messy bag.
"You should really clean that thing," he chuckled.
"Like you should be talking. Have you seen your English binder? There's papers everywhere!" she laughed. The light turned green and Eli started to drive again, causing Imogen to drop her bag on the floor of the car.
"Shoot!" She started to quickly gather all of the papers that fell out and shoved them back in her bag, leaving them even more of a mess than before.
"Hey, what's this? One of your writing journals," Imogen said, a mischievous look in her eyes. She held a blue notebook in her hand, the pages filled with writing.
"Ahem," she said, opening to the first page, "Dear diary, there's a new kid at school. Eli-," she stopped realizing it definitely wasn't Eli's journal.
Her eyes scanned the pages, her hands gripping the notebook quite harder than normal.
"Why do you have Clare Edwards diary lying on the floor of your car?" Imogen asked, concerned.
"Oh I gave Clare a ride home yesterday. I guess he left it behind," Eli said, nonchalantly.
"But I thought you couldn't give me a ride home yesterday," Imogen asked, her voice getting angry.
"I couldn't. I drove be Degrassi an hour and half after school cause my dad let me have the car and she was standing in the cold so I offered her a ride home," he shrugged.
Imogen starred at him out of slit shaped eyes. "Eli Goldsworthy, this sounds like a whole bunch of-"
"Hey now! Let's not swear," Eli said, giving a playful smile.
"You're the one with sailor's mouth!" She said, throwing her hands up in the air. She turned, her back facing Eli, starring out the window.
"Come on now. Why are you being like this.?" Eli said, reaching his hand out to caress Imogen's shoulder.
"I kept telling myself it wasn't true but it apparently is," she said, mumbling to herself.
"I'm right here you know," Eli said, parking the car in the school parking lot. "What's true?" he asked, completely confused and oblivious.
"That you're still not over Clare!" Imogen yelled. And with that she got out of the car, dramatically slamming the door and stomping her way towards Degrassi.
Eli sunk down into the car seat, covering his face with his hands. "Way to go, Goldsworthy," he mumbled. "You screwed it up. Again!" He had the terrible urge to hit something but fought against it. The pills were working, but his disorder still affected him. "Mind over matter, mind over matter," Eli repeated to himself. He had to be strong for him. Not for Imogen or Clare or anyone else. Just for him.
Eli removed his hands from his face and starred at the empty passenger seat. The blue notebook laying on the floor caught his eye and he reached over and picked it up.
Don't read it. Don't read it, Eli said to himself. His relationship with Clare was already awkward and tense. This would just make it worse.
But how I can I not when it's sitting in my hands. Eli opened up to the first page and read to himself:
Dear Diary,
There's a new kid at school. Eli Goldsworthy is his name and for some reason, I just can't get him out of my mind. I hate him! The way he looks at me with that lop sided grin. He always has a cocky look on his face. And I almost fell for that 'pretty eyes' act. Please. He's just another K.C. I bet. But what if I'm wrong. What if I'm just overreacing. What if-
"What are you doing with that!" Clare yelled, looking at me with horror.
One last author's note. Hurricane Irene is coming which might possibly knock out my internet. So fingers crossed that you won't have to wait a couple days or so for an update! Thanks again for reading.