Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi nor any of it's characters.
I'll be honest now, I really don't have this chapter planned out at all. Even though I usually just develop the plot as I write, I usually have somewhat of an idea, but not this time. So excuse me if this comes out horrible. But who knows, maybe it'll be the best chapter yet. Haha.
Imogen rushed through her front door, barely catching a fairly heirloom vase that fell when the door hit it. She quickly placed it back before running to her room upstairs, tripping on three stairs along the way.
She crashed into her bedroom door, it swinging wildly as she jumped onto her bed. She tore open her bag, and took out the diary. She held it like it was made of gold as she gently placed it down on her bed and opened up to a random page in the middle.
Dear Diary,
That kiss. I can't stop thinking about it.
Imogen took a deep breath, feeling a river of emotions going through her body.
Jealousy.
Hurt.
Anger.
Confusion.
She closed her eyes, only to open them yet again to continue reading.
It was so spontaneous and random; I loved it. I can still feel his lips upon mine, how they moved so gently. Never in a million years would I thought I would have feelings for Jake Martin of all people.
"Jake?" Imogen said out loud, confused. And the whole time I thought she was talking about Eli. "Phew".
Clare avoided Jake all day, trying to think of how she would confront him. Would it be better to do it in person? Or maybe over the phone? When she finally did get home, after not talking to him all day since lunch, she tried calling his cell phone.
No answer.
She tried again an hour later.
No answer.
She tried again at eight p.m.
No answer.
That night, she cried herself to sleep.
Eli paced his room, back and forth, back and forth. He wondered who to call first, Clare or Imogen? The answer should have been obvious, mend the relationship with his girlfriend first. Maybe he was slightly angry with the way Imogen had acted, maybe he was scared. He called Clare.
It was nine p.m. and the phone rang, and rang, and ran.
No answer.
He sat down on his bed, wondering if he could avoid Imogen. Maybe he could just talk to her in school. Tell her that nothing happened. Which was true. But why did he feel guilty?
He called Imogen and she picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Uhm, hey, it's Eli."
"I know. There's a thing called caller ID you know," she snapped.
"Imogen, you need to know that nothing happened between Clare and I," he said, calmly.
"Prove it," she said.
"Prove it?" Eli responded, confused. "How?"
"Swear to me you don't have any feelings for her," Imogen said, saying 'any' in a strong tone.
Silence.
"I mean, I did have a three month relationship with her. I did, key word did Imogen, before you start going off on me, love her. And I'll probably always have feelings for her. But, they're… different feelings now."
After a few moments of no talking, Imogen spoke up. "You know she doesn't love you."
"I know that. She loves Jake now."
"No, I mean, she doesn't love you anymore at all. She despises you."
"Despise? That's kind of a strong word. I mean sure, our friendship is a little rocky but I don't think she despises me."
"Oh, Eli, you have no idea," Imogen said, before hanging up.
What did she mean by that?, Eli thought to himself.
Imogen hung up the phone, a single tear falling down her cheek.
And I'll probably always have feelings for her
And I'll probably always have feelings for her
And I'll probably always have feelings for her
The words spun around her head, repeating over and over again like a broken record.
She grabbed a pen and started writing,
I'm so happy for once. Do you know why? I have absolutely no feelings for Eli.
None. Zilch. Zero.
Well, actually I'm lying when I say I have no feelings for Eli.
I hate him. I hate him with a passion.
I hate him with everything I am.
I hate Elijah Goldsworthy.
A single tear drop fell onto the page before put it aside and into her bag.
She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
The next day, Eli's dad dropped him off at school. Bullfrog noticed the glum look on his son's face and asked, "What's wrong?"
Eli gave a small smile before replying, "Oh, I just have a lot of schoolwork. It's nothing really."
"Are you sure?" His dad asked concerned. "You are taking your medication, right?"
"Yes dad. Those days of not taking my pills are long gone. It's really nothing. I promise," Eli said, trying to show his most passionate face.
"Okay then. Well if you feel, well you know, call me or the therapist or go down to the nurse, okay?"
"Okay."
Bullfrog pulled away, Eli heading up the stairs to the school entrance. He was stopped by Imogen who ran up to him, a big smile on his face.
"Hey," she smiled.
"…Hey," he said, cautiously.
"I think you should read this," Imogen said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a notebook, skipping to the last page.
He took it and read,
I'm so happy for once. Do you know why? I have absolutely no feelings for Eli.
None. Zilch. Zero.
Well, actually I'm lying when I say I have no feelings for Eli.
I hate him. I hate him with a passion.
I hate him with everything I am.
I hate Elijah Goldsworthy.
"W-What-What is this?"
"Look at the cover for yourself," she said, smiling sweetly.
Eli closed the notebook, and immediately recognized it as Clare's diary.
"Why do you have this?"
"She left it at lunch yesterday and I've been meaning to give it back to her. Just like you were. Coincidental, eh?"
"But I didn't read it!" Eli yelled.
"Well I just accidentally dropped it on the way home yesterday and it opened up to that page. And well, I couldn't help myself," she shrugged.
"You happened to open up to this page?" he said, in unbelief.
"Yeah. And you didn't believe me and I didn't want you to keep continuing on thinking you had a chance with Clare or something. I'm trying to help you Eli."
"Help me? This is supposed to help me?" he screamed.
"Eli, calm down," she said in a hushed tone.
Eli threw down the diary at Imogen's feet, slamming the door as he stalked into the hallway.