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I don't own Degrassi or the characters.
His dark, dark hair against his alabaster skin. So smooth, so shiny, so effortlessly styled.
The way his cheeks look like rose petals. His soft, soft features.
His emerald-hazel eyes, piercing, knowing your soul inside and out.
His dripping sarcasm, always flowing.
That signature smirk broadening is face by half a mile.
Those rare smiles- only occurring when he's truly happy- that makes his pale skin glow.
His naturally pink lips, so soft, so warm in her own.
He only wears black or gray. Any other choice wouldn't be his style, of course. But Clare likes that. She likes his skull rings, she likes his words covered in sarcasm, and she likes his dark clothing. Why is he like this? Because he doesn't care what others think of him? Maybe. Or maybe it's because he's got an obsession. Or maybe it's something else.
Dark.
Sarcastic.
Witty.
Funny.
A little mysterious.
Cute.
Some of the many words Clare uses to describe him, but somehow, the words aren't perfect enough. Eli is one of a kind. You won't find a person like him for hundreds of miles. Maybe that's why Clare gets butterflies when she sees him, or maybe that's why she finds it hard concentrating in English.
Clare likes Eli Goldsworthy a lot. Maybe a little too much. She's been ok with flirting for a long time, but she's getting tired of it. She wants something more. And she's getting tired of waiting for it.