Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi nor any of it's characters.
So Hurricane Irene is almost over and everything is okay over here so far. No major damage thankfully. I hope all my readers in the area are safe as well!
I just wanted to say thank you for everyone who has read so far. The reaction the story is getting is absolutely amazing from the reviews, to all the story alerts, etc. I'm thrilled you like it so much.
I'm actually pretty angry at the moment cause I just typed up the whole chapter and accidently closed the page instead of saving it. So I kind of want to punch something. Haha. Let's hope I can write the chapter just as well again. Enjoy!
"Uhm, I, uhm, uh, I just found found," Eli stuttered, unable to get his thoughts, and his story, in order.
Clare stood, her fists at her side, her eyes closed. "How much of it did you read?" she said out of gritted teeth.
"Only the, uh, first page. I swear!" He said, holding out the notebook for her. She swiped it out of his hands, angrily stalking away towards the school.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Eli yelled, banging his fists against the dashboard. When he lifted his hands away, he saw he had a left a big dent, that was just about the size of his fist.
"This day is already a disaster and it's not even eight," he grunted. The first bell rang, informing him that it was eight.
"And late for class. Great," he mumbled.
Clare sat in her history class, gripped the diary in her hands. Her thoughts were flying and she felt as if she were going to throw up. I can't believe he actually read it. The nerve of him! she thought to herself. What if he read the last few pages? What if he knows that-
Clare's thought process was interrupted by a test being placed on her desk. "Please put all your things away for the test," her History teacher said, continuing to the students behind her.
Clare had almost forgotten about the History test. And to be honest, it was the least of her worries for now. Thankfully she had taken enough notes the other day to hopefully at least get a B+ on this test. She hoped.
Eli sat in his chemistry class, his head pounding with a headache. His teacher who was droning on and on wasn't helping either. He wasn't sure if he was more worried about Imogen or Clare and that scared him.
The bell rang and Eli groaned. It was time for lunch which was the last place he wanted to be. He got out of his seat and walked as slow as possible to his locker. Maybe I can just wander the hallways and skip lunch all together, he smiled to himself. But then they'd all know I'm a coward. Elijah Goldsworthy is not a coward.
He just prayed that Imogen and Clare didn't break anything up at the lunch table. He also prayed Jake didn't punch him. It's Degrassi and as we all know anything could happen. He begrudgingly closed his locker and made his way toward the cafeteria also known as hell.
Clare walked into the cafeteria, and sat down at her usual lunch table, the first one there. She sat down and picked at her fingernails, her anxiety still had not gone away. What if he tries to talk to me privately about what he read? What if-
Her thoughts were once again interrupted by her boyfriend Jake who gave her a smile, a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her with his lunch.
"What's up?" he asked, digging into his food.
"Oh nothing," Clare said, still picking at her fingernails.
"Anything wrong? You seem a bit down today?"
"I, uhm, I'm just worried that I did bad on my history test today," she said, giving him a small smile. She hated lying to Jake but she couldn't tell him about the diary incident. At least not yet.
Eli opened the cafeteria doors, his heart pounding. He walked over to the table, Clare and Jake already sitting there. He sat opposite of them, giving them a "hey".
"Sup?" Jake asked, a fry in his hand. Clare gave Eli a small smile, still looking down at her hands.
"Nothing really. You?" he said, nonchalantly. At least he hoped he looked calm.
"Same. It's a boring Friday. It seems like the day is taking forever to be over with," Jake replied, eating another fry.
"Yeah I know. Have you uhm, seen Imogen yet?" Eli gulped.
"Nope. Maybe she's running late today."
"I guess so," Eli said with a bit of relief. Even if she was so mad she didn't want to sit with them, he was happy he was at least avoiding confrontation. For now.
The cafeteria doors opened and Imogen walked in, looking as nothing was wrong at all. She sat next to Eli, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey," she smiled.
"Hey," he said nervously. He wasn't sure if he should still prepare for an argument or not.
"Clare, you look so nice today," Imogen said, smiling with a bit too much energy.
"Uh, thanks?" Clare said, a confused look on her face.
Jake noticed the awkward tension between everyone and mouthed "What's going on?" to Eli. Eli just shook his head and shrugged.
"I'm going to go and get some more fries," Jake said, getting up from the table.
"I'll come," Eli said quickly, jumping up and more than happy to join Jake.
"What's with the girls today? They're acting so weird?" Jake asked.
"I have no clue," Eli said. It was going to be a long day.
The girls sat alone at the table, Imogen interrupting the awkward silence. She moved over to sit next to Clare and held her hand.
"I really hate to break this to you," Imogen said.
"What?" Clare asked, her heart pounding. Did Eli tell Imogen about the diary? she wondered. Oh god, oh god, oh-
"I was at the Dot last night and I saw Jake there," Imogen said slowly.
"What are you talking about? Jake was working with his dad on a construction project yesterday. He definitely wasn't at the dot."
"Well I saw Jake at the Dot," Imogen continued, "and he was with another girl I've never seen before. And then he- he," she stopped, unable to continue.
"He what?" Clare said frightened.
"He kissed the other girl before she got into a car. I'm so sorry Clare," Imogen said, tightly hugging Clare.
"Are you," Clare gulped, "Serious?"
"I wish I wasn't. I'm so, so sorry," she said, hugging Clare even tighter.
"I- I need to go to the bathroom," Clare said, quickly getting up from the table and rushing out of the cafeteria.
With a sweet smile, Imogen watched Clare leave. She opened up the girl's bag, taking out her diary and placing it into her own bag. She returned to her original seat, hands folded, her back straight, and a smile as big as can be.
I sadly don't think this chapter is as good as the one I had previously written but I'm pretty sure I got all the major points across. My internet is still a bit wacky, going in and out with the wind, but hopefully I'll be able to update soon!