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If I owned Degrassi, Clare and Eli would still be together, and Imogen would belly flop more often LOL

Sorry to my beta TheLegitProduction. I read your first notes and applied them, but I couldn't wait for the second because I HAD to post this. Tonight's episode was just too good. Also, another important note at the bottom! But anyway, here's Awkward Situations chapter 3

Awkward Situations chapter 3

CLARE POV

Crap. I was late again for Mrs. Dawes' class. This is like the fifth time this week, since between cleaning away my stuff and worrying about my new roommate, I've been dead tired. Ugh, and as my luck is, Elijah is going to be here today. I'm pretty sure he's in this class, also. Since my writing grades were really good, I was placed in Advanced Writing instead of the usual freshman course. Of course, Advanced Writing is a class for the grade level above mine, so besides fantasizing about my life-wrecker at home, I'd be able to fantasize about him in class. God, I'm probably going to fail this class.

Everyday I keep going back to that article to find out more about him. Apparently he has no siblings, but both his parents are still together, unlike mine. He drives a vintage Hearse, which he named Morty. I found a picture of him standing by it. Morty has a skull on its hood, and as far as I can tell, isn't carrying a coffin in it. Elijah doesn't have a girlfriend, thank bejesus, but also recently got out of a relationship with some chick named Julia. I also read his story, "Stalker Angel", and it's really…dark. It looked like it would fit his image. Someone who is arrogant, but also thinks a lot.

My thoughts were interrupted when a stranger bumped into me on my way to Mrs. Dawes' class. He had on a sweatshirt with the school name on it, dark raybans, and a beanie. I had just walked out of the bathroom, a privilege that can only be done when the halls are empty, and he seemed to be walking in. As my books fell to the floor, he murmured a sorry and ran into the bathroom. I WAS going to remind him to put on his uniform before class started, but the bitch left me to pick up my books alone, so I decided against it. I walked into class, still thinking of what the hell just happened and sighed as I got a late slip.

Moments after I sat down next to my good friend, Adam who was also in my grade but was taking a higher class, HE walked in. Mr. Elijah Goldsworthy. My dorm life wrecker. One of the hottest guys I've ever seen… wait scratch that last thought. I can't be thinking of life wreckers like that. I have to admit, though, seeing him in person was so much better than seeing him in pictures. His hair was to the side like in most of his pictures, and he also added a couple of alterations to the simple polo-khaki uniform. While Mrs. Dawes introduced him, he scanned the room with those green eyes. They seemed to linger on mine for a little longer as we made eye contact, and I started to blush, so I looked away.

"Clare, are you alright? Your face is all red," Adam asked as he looked over at me with a worried expression on his face. Oh, right, and Clare. I refused to change my name to a boys' name, so I had to convince a bunch of people that Clare was also a boy's name and that it was what I was born with blah, blah, blah… The issue was long forgotten a while ago.

"Yeah, Adam, I'm fine. I just need to get some water." I tried to rush out of there, but got stuck in the doorway by Elijah.

"Um, excuse me, Elijah." I murmured with my head down so that I wouldn't be dealt a sexy-green-eyes attack. He's a couple inches taller than me, and when he looked down at me, his eyes studied my face. Or what he could see of it.

"Please," he said after a long pause of doorway blocking, "Call me Eli." He smirked.

I rushed out without another word. I had so many emotions, like… I couldn't decide whether I wanted to make out with those lips, or punch them. I hated his attitude, and the fact that he blocked my way, but at the same time I loved it. Like he was challenging me. Seeing as class would be over soon, anyway, I just went to my locker and sat down on the floor until lunch time. As I started to pull out a book, the bells rang, and Adam soon joined me at my locker…with HIM.

"Hey Clare, is it alright if Eli eats with us?" Adam asked.

"Uh, yeah, sure I guess." I replied, hesitantly.

"What, Clare, afraid I'll block your way again? Don't worry, I only do that to special people." Eli surprised me. Besides what he said as I was leaving class, this was the first time I really heard his voice. It was the perfect voice to match those lips. Not too deep, but very smooth, as if every word he said should be praised and acknowledged.

"Ha-ha, Eli. Don't tell me you play for the other team." Adam and Eli started a conversation as I walked next to Eli towards the Cafeteria.

"No, Adam, but I know for sure that both teams play for me." he looked down at me as he said this. The nerve! We all played rock-paper-scissors to see who would get food, and Adam lost, leaving us two alone.

"So, Clare, I hear you're my new roommate?"

"…Unfortunately." I looked up at him and gave him a smirk of my own.

"Ouch! I know you want some of this, but no touchy, okay?" He laughed.

"Oh, don't get your hopes up, Eli." I laughed too. That was the first time I said his name, and it felt so…right. Talking with Eli was fun, so maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all.

School was over and I was heading back to my dorm. I usually walked with Adam, but he had to do something for the Degrassi Radio. Some kind of Man Hour thing. As I was walking back, I saw the guy from this morning, with the raybans and beanie. He was wearing the same thing as this morning, minus the hoodie. Good, the guy remembered to put on his uniform. I lived on the top floor of the dorm house, and all it has are stairs, so I got used to the feeling of walking up with a bunch of people to walking up alone. Except, today I wasn't alone. Raybans guy was walking behind me, so I started to get weirded out. My dorm was the only one on the top floor, and the guy was still following me from the final stair to my dorm. At the top of the landing, I spun around and yelled at him.

"Why are you following me?"

The stranger pulled off the beanie, and I was met with raven black hair. I started to get a shit feeling inside. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. The stranger pulled off the raybans and I was met with green eyes. SHIT.

"What do you mean, I live here too, roommate." Eli said with a smirk. I felt so stupid to think he was following me. Without a word, I spun around and opened the door so that I could go hide in my pillows without him seeing my red face.

"It's alright Clare." He laughed. His laugh was so hot. Wait, no, I meant cocky. "Okay, maybe you'll talk to me after I take a shower."

I heard the bathroom door slam shut and I heard the lock click, so I was safe. No way was I sticking around. I started to change out of my uniform so that I could go to Alli's since it was the weekend.

ELI POV

I loved teasing my new roommate. He was like a girl. I was still laughing about it as I started undressing to take a shower. Moments, later, as I was only in boxers, I realized that I forgot soap and shit. Since we were both dudes, I decided to head outside to get it. As I unlocked the door, I caught a glimpse of Clare without the beanie.

"So, Clare, finally decided to lose the funky ha-" My jaw dropped to the floor. Instead of a dude, I saw a really pretty girl with short curls and a moderately sized rack. She was wrapping bindings around her chest, and had a duffle bag of girly stuff open on the bed. I started to say something but was cut off by her shriek.

"Fuck, Eli, what are you doing?" She started to freak out.

"Uhhh getting soap, what are you doing here?" Then, I finally got a good look at her face. Those pretty blue eyes, framed with lashes too long for a guy…"OH MY GOD, CLARE!"

"Okay, please, I have no other option but homeschooling since my dad is a dick. Please, don't tell anybody. I'll do anything!" She pleaded, bindings long forgotten. Instead she was on her knees in a begging stance. Hmmm on her knees.

"Anything..?" I asked mischievously.

" Yeah, just please don't tell." She pleaded, sporting some drama queen tears. This was going to be fun.

"Okay, well Clareee," I enunciated her name. "Be prepared." And with that I shut the bathroom door again. Soon after, I heard the front door close. I peeked outside the bathroom again and she was gone. Getting Clare Edwards to do anything? Yup, this was going to be fun.

Thanks for reading :) Hope you didn't hate it, haha. Oh, right, um I want lemons in this story but I have no clue how to write them. If anyone wants to help me, please drop a note in the PM box. Thanks!