Disclaimer: We all know Degrassi isn't mine, right?
A/N: So. I was really inspired by all the reviews for Clare's point of view that I needed to write Eli's. I guess this will just be a twoshot? Unless told otherwise. IDK. I tried, and I don't think I'm that great at Eli's POV, but all that matters is I tried? ROFL. This one's shorter, but it works, I guess. I wish I could write him better. I just really hope this one is as well-liked as the first one. The reviews really meant a lot to me. I just wish I could be poetic for once. I tried. LOL. Failed. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I'm new to writing het pairings. Not normal for me.
PULLING ME IN
I almost kissed her then, right there, in the middle of the hallway, much like the first time in the park. I keep coming close, but this time I had to stop myself. I hated it, hated the fact that this girl - the one I've only met a few days ago, even ran over the glasses of - had such control over me. It's like she took my self-control, of which I usually have held back and locked tight, and crumpled it in her soft, gentle hands. Ironic.
This girl's softness, gentleness, might be the death of me some day.
I wish I sat behind her, instead of the other way around. If I could I would spend the day staring at her, wishing that curly, chopped red hair could run through my fingers like the finest silk. I wish I could reach out and grab her, pull her towards me and recite poetry to her all day, never once removing my arms from her waist.
Any girl I've ever had a semblance of a crush on never came close to Clare Edwards - she is everything I'm not, and everything I could ever ask for in a girl. I want to be lost in those baby blues like I was staring at the sea, listening to the waves after a storm. I would write her the finest poetry about the horizon separating the bright blue sky from the neverending ocean, and how neither could ever compare to the beauty I see in her eyes.
I don't want her to look at anybody but me. I want the brightness of her smile to be directed at me, and that soft hand clasped tightly into mine. I want her next English assignment to be written about me... to have her shy blush directed at me as she hands me the paper to look over for her - the paper that has her feelings for me.
"Eli?"
The bell rings and we stand. She gives me a confused look and I shrug and quirk my lips into my normal smug smirk. "You ready?" I ask and she nods.
"Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I counter, crooked smirk still in place. With her, answering with a question is always the best option. She makes the most adorable frustrated pouting faces and trudges ahead acting as if she's mad at me. But I know she's not. She's always anticipating what crazy thing Elijah Goldsworthy is going to do next, and I'm always sure to leave her guessing.
I follow behind her at a slow pace, knowing she'll be waiting with my best friend and most trusted companion, Morty.
My smirk never falls when I see that I'm right. Maybe this means that someday I'll get a kiss from the girl that I couldn't help falling for, the girl with the vice-like grip on my heart.
Reviews are lovely, indeed. :)