So, I'm really disappointed that I only got 2 reviews for my last update.

I think if I don't at least hit ten reviews for this chapter,

then I'm just going to end it here.

Which is bad because this story was going to get really interesting.

Oh, and just so you know, the story starts on a Sunday in May, and the next day was Monday

So I didn't skip over the summer, I just haven't gotten there yet.

So even rambling,

10 reviews = next update.

Seriously, leave me something.

Dear Journal,

I never did finish Eli's first day, did I? Well, to sum it up, it was awkward. The Legendary Degrassi Rumor Mill started up - Clare Edwards goes for the bad boys, Easy Edward, New Kid cuts, New Kid killed a guy, New Kid is a druggie, New Kid has claimed Edwards. You get the picture.

I got stares all day, didn't seem to affect Eli in the slightest. Until Reese - you know that kid who used to hang out with Johnny, Alli's semi-gross and semi-sweet ex? - came up to me, asked me to…well…go to the boiler room. But he said in a much cruder way, crudest way possible actually. All because I took Eli there - supposedly. Meaning…I didn't.

Eli didn't take it well, he actually nailed the guy in the face, broke his nose. As much as I am for 'turning the other cheek' I cheered him on. Gym was the worst class, the girls in the locker room asked me about him, asked what I did with him. Some girl had the nerve to call me a slut.

This all happened in the matter of a day! Not even, a couple hours! Never, I mean NEVER, go to Degrassi. Unless you like attention, or like to gossip, I guess.

Anyways, I'm going to fast forward, why? Because it's one of those weeks that blurs together, time was endless and squished together, but the best moments of my life happened in those blurred days. I'm going to fast forward to the last week of May, on a Thursday, starting in my Psychology class.

"Class!" Called the teacher, Mr. Perino. "Because Psychology isn't a full credit class, I've decided that our 'final' will consist on a project. You will pick a partner, you will learn every aspect of their life, down to every last secret and you will present to the class their behavior as a human."

I groaned, looking over at Eli. This… I'd hate to say it, was too easy. Eli and I have basically become inseparable friends. Alli hasn't even come close to the intimate level Eli and I are on. I'm not talking kissy-kissy; I love him, making love every night intimate. We're just great friends.

Since we've met, we just…clicked. Although I can't say I'm not attracted to him, which I am, I mean every girl in Degrassi has fallen for his mysterious, dark bad boy looks. I, on the other hand, am attracted to his intelligence. Okay, his looks, too. But, as I explained, I'm not the only one?

Lucky me, I'm one of few friends of his. Eli wasn't as social as he seemed to be with me. He did make friends with Adam Torres, who I recently discovered used to be Gracie Torres. A boy born in a girl's body. Against all my beliefs, I only see him, and only accept him as Adam.

Except Eli and I seem to be the only people that think that way, besides Adam's brother of course. Fitz - the school bully -liked to torture him until Eli intervened. Unfortunately, Eli wasn't the one who got to say 'You should see the other guy'.

I was there when it happened, and I almost got as hurt as Eli had when I tried to stop it. I was pulling them apart when Fitz purposely slammed his elbow into my face, making me fall back with a bloody nose. The fight ended when the Principal showed up.

But, on brighter news, we've become the Misfits! This includes Fiona Coyne - who despite the…close relation to Adam's…parts - was dating him. Eli doesn't like her much, though. Supposedly she's vapid; I just think she's a rich girl who's trying to be normal.

But back to Psychology with Eli, he nodded at me as a yes and we took out our notebooks to start the project.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked with a giggle, I knew it already as I wrote down the question.

"Blue." He said, I stared at him.

"I thought it was black?" I asked playfully, even though he told me it was lime green last week.

"Funny. What's yours?" He asked.

"Green." I said without thinking - it was purple…or not?

"Favorite Book?" He asked, I smirked - since when did I do that.

"You know it already." I smiled and he wrote down the word 'Damned'. "And yours is Fight Club."

"Let's try something new, see how much we know about each other. Like…your favorite flower is purple orchids." It was.

"You don't have a favorite flower." I challenged with a wide grin.

"Favorite movie, Gone with the Wind."

"Anything with gore."

"Favorite poem, anything by Edgar Allen Poe."

"Same."

"Least favorite food, pickles."

"Hot dogs."

"Favorite animal, rabbit."

"Kittens - which I must say is the cutest thing a guy can admit."

"Ha-ha. Funny. Favorite song, Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand."

"Paisley Jacket by the Dead Hands."

"First kiss, never had one.

" "First kiss…never told me."

The bell rang, I looked at the clock in surprise, then back at Eli who was exceeding close. I felt my breath quicken.

"What are you doing?" I asked, in a whisper, knowing that if I talked any louder that it would break whatever was happening.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, I felt my heart stop and drop in my stomach.

"What?" I hissed, not nearly as harsh as I hoped.

"Just say no," he whispered again while closing his eyes. "If you want me to stop."

Without saying or doing anything, I sat there, not able to move. His lips, those thick Cupid's bow shaped lips were so close. So…close. I felt my eyes close, it was dark and all I could do was feel.

I waited. And I waited. And I waited.

I felt my cheeks burn with a blush, my eyes open, all I saw was green.

"Great observation, my dear. Blushes when nervous, scared…and possibly aroused." Eli chuckled before picking his stuff up to leave.

I never felt so angry in my life, I felt my eyes burn with unshed tears of embarrassment and my cheeks burn hotter.

"You're an ass." I whimpered, leaving the class to see a sad expression on his face.

I didn't look back at him, I just walked away and avoided him as humanly possible that day. He apologized at the end of the day, I made him beg for it actually. On his knees, in front of the school. Of course the people just gossiped about him groveling for some other reason. I just wanted to see him do it. I had already forgiven him, but he didn't need to know that.