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I hope you've all missed this story as much as I have uploading it!

I know this chapter's short, but I think it gets the point acrossed.

And there has been some confusion, so I'm going to clear that up in the bottom Author's note.

But anyway, here's finally, Chapter three of If I Never See Your Face Again

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own Degrassi, or Maroo 5's If I Never See Your Face Again

Love Always,

~Pho:)

Chapter 3

You Say I'm Not Your Type

Fate. It has to be. There was no other way Clare and Eli could have come face to face again. A smile lit up his face; This was his shot.

"Clare," He breathed.

"Uh, yeah, you're Elijah, right?"

What? She totally disregarded him. It was like she had forgotten all about him.

"Uh…yeah, I'm Eli. Don't you remember me?" He asked surprised and slightly hurt.

"Remember you? I just met you," She giggled. She acted as if she had no clue who the man sitting in front of her was.

"You've got to be kidding me," Eli scoffed, "You're going to sit there, look me dead in the face, and say you don't know me?" He questioned, growing angry.

"But…I don't know you," She said again, looking down at her paper, "Can we just get started on our assignment, please?"

"No. Not until you admit that you remember who I am," He insisted.

"Okay, I know who you are," Clare said.

"You do?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course. You're my English partner that claims we've met sometime before, more like insists, and is frankly, scaring me,"

"No, no, no! I didn't just make you up, I didn't imagine you! You have the same cinnamon curls ,the same pale skin, sweet smile, and beautifully mesmerizing blue eyes. Those, I could not make up. Why are you acting like you don't know who I am?" He begged.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you. I don't remember ever meeting. I never have,"

"So, what, did you come down with amnesia or something?"

Clare scoffed, offended, "No, I haven't . Face it Eli, I don't know you prior to meeting you today,"

Just then, Miss Dawes spoke, "Okay now, I have to run out quickly so class dismissed until tomorrow," And she left the room.

"I'm really sorry I can't be who you want me to be, but I hope I'll get to know you better," Clare said, collecting her bearings and smiling shyly.

She left the classroom leaving Eli dumbfounded. But he wasn't having any of that. He followed her out of the classroom.

"Oh, you know me!" He called, "In fact, you know me intimately," If she was going to act like she had no clue who he was, he'd air this shit out.

She stopped dead in her tracks. She whipped around fiercely, walking back towards Eli, "I have no idea what you're talking about," She seethed through clenched teeth, forcing a smile as she looked back about people gathering to watch.

He smirked, tapping his index finger against his chin, "No, no, I think you do," He said speaking louder than really necessary, "You remember that party last week? I was there with my friends, you were there with yours and we found out that we have," He chuckled, " A lot of common interests," Clare balled her hands into fists, I've got her exactly where I want her…

"Last week I was packing to leave for University," She said, crossing her arms.

"Oh yeah, no doubt. But I'm talking about after. Oh, come on, Clare Bear, I know you remember. I was minding my own business when the sexiest woman I've ever seen comes up and practically seduces me on the dance floor,"

Clare's eyes flashed with anger as she stepped closer, "That's not what happened," she snapped angrily. He smirked at her reaction, raising his eyebrows. Her own eyes widened in realization. She narrowed her eyes into thin slits, "Okay, what do you want?"

He smirked again, "I just want you to admit that you know me. That, and that you slept with me. There's no way you could forget that,"

"I was drunk,"

"No more than I,"

"It was a one night stand,"

"And yet, here we are,"

"You were a rebound. I was getting over a break up. It meant nothing," She seethed.

"Ouch, Blue Eyes, that one stung a little. But you're going to have to try harder than that,"

"I met you at a party, I was looking for a good time. You just happened to be it. I'm sorry you got the wrong idea, but I thought we were on the same page when you disappeared right after…" Eli saw the hurt flash quickly in her eyes as he realized what she was implying. She felt she was just some random hook up, and once he got what he wanted, he fled.

"Clare, I-"

"I'm over it," She said, smiling meekly at him, "Now if you don't mind, I have to get back to my dorm," And without awaiting his reply. She walked around him, and left.

xXx

Clare walked into her dorm, slamming the door in frustration behind her, scaring Bianca who was sitting on her bed, filing her nails.

"Okay, okay; what's wrong, Chica?" She asked, concerned.

"My writing class, that's what's wrong!" She exclaimed as she belly-flopped onto her bed, muffling her screams into her pillow.

"I thought you wanted this class, you seemed so psyched about it. It was the tool you needed to fulfill your dreams or some shit like that. What happened?"

"No. No, Bee, the class is great. It's who's in the class. Just when I think I was starting to get over him, he pops back up like a freaking weeble wobble(1)!"

"Fitz? I thought he was in the states-"

"No, not Fitz, Eli! Eli freaking Goldsworthy!"

Bianca's mouth formed into a small O in realization, "You want to know what makes this even better?" Clare began, "He's my fucking partner! I'm forced to work with him all semester,"

"Did he totally disregard you and act like he had no idea who you were?" Bianca asked.

"No. I did that?"

"What do you mean?"

She sighed, "At first, I acted as if I didn't know him. Then he started hitting below the belt. He finally blackmailed me into admitting it, and I tried to convince him it was just a one night stand and that I'm over it; over him. But, he's stubborn and won't just let it the frig go already,"

"Think about it, is it really such a bad thing?" Bianca asked her anxious best friend.

"Yes. It was suppose to be a one night thing that you move on and forget about. And now here it is, blowing up in my face!"

"So…what are you complaining about, Eli or the sex?"

"I don 't know, maybe both? First comes Eli, then that triggers the memory of the amazing, mid blowing sex…" She sighed in bliss.

"Okay…still not seeing the problem here, kid," Bianca said still baffled.

"God, I have issues…" Clare groaned.

"Okay, how about this; we go to the Dot, have Peter whip up one of his special ice coffees with double caramel shots, and get your mind off of Eli for a while?" Bianca suggested.

"Can we make it triple?" Clare muttered sadly.

"Well…Sunday was suppose to be our binge day…but what the hell; you're having a crisis now. It's on me,"

Right as Clare and Bianca were about to leave, there was knocking on their door. Bianca let out an annoyed sigh , but answered the door none the less. Clare went back to her laptop to wait, figuring she had time to start her paper because Ali was probably here with an hour long story about her days events.

"What the fuck do you want?" Bianca asked the intruder. This peaked Clare's interest. Bianca wasn't exactly the sweetest smelling rose in the field, but she gave people a chance before she showed her thorns. The only people that knew what dorm they were in were Ali and Owen.

"I just wanted to speak to Clare," A voice rung out. Clare paled when she recognized the voice, Is he everywhere I go?

"What makes you think-" Clare cut her off.

"It's alright, Bee," She said coming between Bianca and Eli, "I'll meet you at the Dot," Bianca gave Eli a pointed glare but did as Clare asked.

"You know what, Eli, you're really starting to piss me off. Are you stalking me now, or something?" Clare asked as she shut the door behind her.

"Uh, no, actually. I live right down the hall in dorm 269. Small world, isn't it?" He said smirking.

Clare scoffed, "Too small," She began to walk away, "What do you want Eli, I haven't got time for this bullshit."

"I just want for you to hear me out,"

"I told you, I'm over it,"

He grabbed her arm and turned her around, "Oh yeah? And what if I'm not? You weren't just some girl I hooked up with and didn't give a second thought about. If you were, would I be here right now? I've thought about you every day all week hoping you might be attending school here so I could see you again,"

"You mean so you could fuck me again?"

"No! I swear, it's not about that! And I honestly lost you in the crowd and I've been kicking myself for not getting a chance to know you better. I just don't want you to feel like all of this is nothing," He said, smiling meekly.

"Are you done?" She asked.

"More or less," He said shrugging.

"Maybe you should hear me out," She started, stepping closer, "You. Mean. Nothing. I was looking for a good lay. You're not my type. Face it Eli, I'm just not that into you. Nothing more, nothing less. You could kiss me right now and it would still mean nothing. For the sake of our grades, can we keep a platonic relationship? Maybe we can even be friends!" Clare said sarcastically. She turned around smirking at his dumbfounded expression and began again to walk away.

"I don't believe you!" Eli yelled out.

"Well then watch me walk!" She called back.

xXx

Clare finally made it to The Dot and sighed in relief when she realized Eli hadn't followed her. She saw Bianca chatting at the counter with Peter, a seat saved for her and her caramely goodness. She rushed to it with gratitude.

"Hey, Sis. Long day?" Peter asked, wiping down the counter with a damp rag.

"You could say that," Clare said twirling her spoon around in her coffee.

"Too long to take down a few orders?" He asked.

"Haha, nice try," Clare said.

"Okay. I'll do it myself. It's a slow day anyway," He sighed, trudging along.

"So what did he say?" Bianca asked.

"He started spouting some bullshit about how he cares, and he lost me in the crowd," Clare waved her hand as if it were irrelevant.

"And what did you say?"

"Everything short of, 'go fuck yourself'," She answered.

"Clare…"

"Oh, don't worry. I told him I wanted us to just get past this so our grades aren't jeopardized and we could have a platonic relationship,"

"You think he's gonna stick by what you say?" Bianca asked.

Clare looked up, "Not a chance,"

xXx

"So who did Dawes partner you with?" Adam asked when Eli went back to the dorm.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." Eli said, shaking his as he lay on his bed.

"Try me,"

"Clare. Edwards,"

"Oh, no way," Adam said, "Shit like tha doesn't just happen man,"

"I know, man,"

"So what happened?" Adam asked.

"She says I'm not her type and to just leave her alone. She wants nothing to do with me that doesn't have to do with our class," Eli answered regretfully.

"So are you going to listen to her?"

Eli looked up from his hands, smirking, "Not a chance,"

You say I'm not your type, but I can make you sway

So, I want to say this, because there was a review that really bothered me today. The review was annonymous, but to anyone who feels the same way, this is assurance for you.

I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I've never read a story similar to this one or even with the same name. I'm afraid you're mistaken and would greatly apreciate it if you didn't accuse me of such things. I did not plagerize this story, the only inspiration I had for this was the song, If I Never See Your Face Again, by Maroon 5, (which I claim no ownership to) and my best friend who supports me and reads my stories. I can assure you, all of my stories are one of a kind and are not taken from any one else. I can even prove, I've got every draft written down, and ideas for future chapters. I'm sorry if I've upset anybody in any way but I can promise this story is my own. Thank you.

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(1) Have you ever heard of Weeble Wobbles? You know, 'Weebles Wobble, but they don't fall down!' Yeah, those.

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