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Dear Journal,
I'm not going to lie, and I'm not going to make things up as I go along. So there will be days that I can't remember, only I do, but the entire time I was with him, time seemed to blur into one long day. Days with him were repetitive, but we always did things differently, if that makes any sense at all. But with Eli, nothing ever made sense.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to write down everything that happened in a great amount of detail. Only moments that stand out in my memory will be that clear. And some moments are too great to put into words. That first night, when we met, was a precious moment that I couldn't even describe perfectly. Because he was so perfect, so unrealistic. Like a part of a fantasy, a dream, too great to be real.
But he was. Every laugh, smirk, crude joke, lustful gaze, and every day with him was real. So perfectly created for me, even though I didn't deserve such a wonderful creation.
Anyways, now I'm going to describe two things. The first day Eli went to school, and one of the precious moments that stood out among all other memories of Elijah Goldsworthy…
As I had assumed, we were late. Homeroom was over, and first period was just starting. I gulped when Eli pulled into one of the parking spaces farther away from the school, facing the basketball court.
"Why so nervous, Edwards?" Eli chuckled, giving me a smirk as he looked me over. "Afraid to be seen with little ol' me?"
A blush crept its way up my neck and staining my cheeks, I managed to squeak out a 'no' while trying to stop myself from shaking. His gaze was always too intense to meet head-on; it was difficult even without eye contact.
"Is it because of Morty? He doesn't bite, you know." Another deep chuckle came from his throat, I just shook my head.
"No…yes…two things. I…uh…I've never been late to school. Ever." I whispered, feeling a headache starting to form - my parents were going to murder me. "And yeah…Morty's still got me freaked out."
"Ah. Goody-two-shoes. Right. I forgot. Well, it's no big deal. I'm pretty sure, since you're a first time offender, they'll just slap you on the wrist." His smirk widened.
"I'm not a goody-two-shoes." I huffed, angrily opening the door to Morty.
"Wait! Clare…come on!" Eli left Morty, too, after turning the car off and taking out his keys. "I didn't mean to upset you."
I walked faster, hoping to reach the doors before he caught up to me. Unfortunately, Eli was a fast runner, and skidded in front of me before I realized it. I bumped into his chest, about to fall backwards when his arms wrapped around my shoulders. His face was pressed against my head, his lips eerily close to my ear.
"I didn't mean it," he whispered, my heart beat quickened. "Don't be mad."
"Ms. Edwards?" Called a deep, authoritative voice.
Immediately I pulled away, glancing at the top of the stairs to see the school's principal staring down at me in surprise. As usual, his wore a grey suit that was just fitting to his oversized body - when I say oversized I mean close to 6 and a half feet tall oversized.
"What are you doing out here? And who's this?" Mr. Simpson said, raising an eyebrow at me in disappointment.
"I'm Elijah Goldsworthy, just transferred here. We're late. Clare was on her way to school, I was driving by and she fainted, so I brought her here." Eli explained while I stared at the ground trying to hide the immense blush that stained my cheeks.
"Oh, Ms. Edwards, do you want to see the nurse?" Mr. Simpson asked sincerely, I just shook my head 'no'. "Alright, well you two head to the office. Clare, why don't you show Mister…Goldsworthy, was it? Well, tell Dorothy that I assigned you to show him around. Stop by the nurses' office, too, eh? Don't need our top student to be getting sick. Right around finals either."
"Yes, sir." I said meekly, hurrying up the stairs past my principal and towards the front office.
"Oh, Ms. Tour Guide, abandoning your attendant? How rude." Eli teased while catching up.
"Whatever, come on." I said, the embarrassment still boiling in my stomach.
"Are you alright? Maybe you should go to the nurse. You don't feel like fainting, do you?" He wrapped his right arm around my shoulders, like he was going to keep me from falling.
"I'm fine, Elijah." I grumbled, the feeling of embarrassment turned to nervousness. He was so close, I almost felt like fainting again.
"So you're the top student, eh? Top of your class, or school?" He was trying to make small talk, at the same time digging into my personal life.
"Top in class, third in school." I commented, then threw his arm off my shoulder once we reached the office doors.
I wasn't going to faint, but if he kept holding me like that, I surely would probably lose any self-control I had left. Tentatively, I opened to the door to the Main Office and saw that Holly J was working on filing in the back and 'Dorothy' - our ancient but sweet Secretary was sifting through paperwork.
The door creaked and both Holly J and Dorothy whipped their heads to look at us. A smile appeared on Dorothy's face, a smaller smile formed on Holly J's. She wore a floral dress, like most old women do these days, and her greying hair was in a loose bun. Her make-up was gaudy and it did nothing to make her look younger. Actually, it did the opposite and made her look ancient.
"Clare, dear, what can I do for you?" Asked Dorothy, I gave a sweet smile back.
"I'm late," Dorothy's smile turned upside down. "But I ran into Mr. Simpson, with Eli here, he's new. Anyways, Mr. Simpson wants me to show Eli around, so I need a pass to class."
"Alright, honey," she smiled and sifted through a folder to get two pink slips. "Where are you headed after first period?"
"Mr. Armstrong for Advance Trigonometry." I said and looked at the floor - god I'm such a nerd.
"And you, sweetie?" Dorothy asked, smiling at him.
"Uh, I never got my schedule. No one sent me one." Eli said shyly - wow, Mr. Goldsworthy being shy.
"Oh, well what's your last name, dear? I'll just print you up a copy."
"Goldsworthy."
"Right, right. Give me a second." She pursed her ruby red lips while staring at the computer.
"Goldsworthy… Goldsworthy. Ah! There you are! And….PRINT!" Dorothy exaggeratingly pressed the enter button, making me giggle.
Dorothy picked up the freshly printed paper, lifted up her sharply pointed glass with a beaded strap that hung around he wrinkled neck. "You have…Chemistry with… Mr. Betenkamp. Stop by your locker first, though, just so you know where to go between classes. Now, shoo. Get moving."
Eli took the paper, a small laugh escaping him. I smiled and nodded my head to the door, "Nice seeing you, Dorothy."
"Nice seeing you, dearie." Dorothy smiled then went back to working with her papers.
"She seems…nice." Eli stated once we were down the hall.
"She is, now let me see your schedule." I asked, putting my hand out for it.
"Say please," he laughed while holding the paper up and away from me.
"Eli…give me the paper." I said bluntly, jumping on my toes to reach for it.
"Just say the magic….word." Eli stopped talking while I stretched for it.
I finally looked forward to see his face was dangerously close to mine, and I stopped my attempt to reach the paper and stared into his eyes. They're so green…like a forest with jagged crevasses. I felt like I was looking overtop some uncharted land, I leaned closer, wanting to see more through the thick forest in his eyes.
"Clare…" He whispered, I froze, then stumbled back and away from him.
"Uh, sorry. Your…uh paper?" I asked shyly, glancing anywhere besides his face.
"Yeah." Eli looked disappointed, I gulped and took the paper from his outstretched hand.
"We have Psychology, Lunch, English, and Gym together." I smiled, then read his locker number. "We're locker buddies, too."
"Great." He sighed, I felt my heart tightened.
I lead Eli through the school, passing by the nurses' office first to be checked out - of course, I was perfectly fine. So we left, exploring every hallway except the science wing - that was last actually. One because his locker was there, and so was his class.
"Well, this is it. We have next class together, Psychology, so if you want we can meet here. I'll show you to the class."
"Great." He mumbled, lazily putting his combination in.
"Is something wrong? You've barely talked. Actually, all you've been doing is grunting since we got here." I asked, shyly putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine." He grunted, shaking my hand off.
"Did…did I do something?"
"No. Just…go to class. I'll see you later."
"Fine." I mumbled, feeling my throat tighten and my eyes water.
I started to walk away, biting my lip to stop it's trembling. I got halfway there, before a hand tugged me around and into a broad chest.
"I'm not mad at you. I just rather you not get too attached to me. Don't want to associate Degrassi's number one girl with the freaky new kid." He hugged me tightly as he spoke against my neck.
"You're not fre-"
"Just forget it, see you later." He let go of me, placed a sweet kiss to my forehead and walked away, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.
You're wondering why this moment was so important, eh? Well, it was the moment I realized I was falling in love. Of course, I didn't admit to that until later. But I knew, in my subconscious, that I was, in fact, falling in love. It just took me awhile to realize my true feelings. And Eli, he knew from that first day, he told me so himself.
Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this epic love story. Maybe one thing, they died together, out of love for one another. At one point, at this point, if I could rewind time, if I could rewrite history…I'd do it.