Eli's POV:
I sat in the empty hospital chair watching the girl cry silently. I still couldn't wrap my mind around why I would be friends with a potential rapist; he did this to her. He brought her all of this pain. Why would any human being do this. I was starting to question my judgment in friends.
The girl's crying turned into sobs. I searched my mind for any topic to comfort the girl.
" What's your name, Edwards?" I said with a smirk. She glared at me, probably wondering how I knew her last name.
"C-Clare. What's yours?" She batted her long wet eye lashes that guarded her blue eye's. She seemed very… angelic.
"Eli, Eli Goldsworthy… Where do you go to school at?" I asked still attempting to change the subject.
" Degrassi community school, its on the edge of Queens street." I could feel my face light up as a broad smile crossed my olive face.
" Really! I go there to! How come I haven't seen you around at school?" Her face immediately fell.
" I-I don't have that many friends and a lot of people don't like me so I just… fade into the background." Her eye's appeared to be empty. I instantly felt sorry for Clare, all I wanted to do was console her and tell her everything was going to be ok.
"We could be friends, if you want." I said trying to cheer her up. I smiled as I watched her eye's brighten.
"Really? Your not just saying that because you feel sorry for me?" Her voice was soft and sweet like velvet. I nodded.
"What grade are you in?" Clare looked like she was in the 9th or 10th grade, her curls made her look really young.
"10th ,but I have a lot of advanced 11th grade classes this year." she smiled broadly making her smarts evident. I rolled my eye's.
"Maybe we'll have some classes together." please let us have classes together!
"I guess we'll find out sooner or later." She said with attitude, trying to make me feel stupid.
" That's what I was thinking, Edwards!" She giggled at my smart comment.
" Now your starting to sound like my teacher's!" We both busted into laughter like a pack of hyenas. I gawked at her smile. She had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. The way she laughed , her big stunning blue eye's, and her spiral red curls that all attracted me to her. Now I really did wish that we would have classes together.
Clare's POV:
It was really nice having someone to talk and laugh with, I was actually having a great time talking to Eli. He took my mind off of…
I shook my head trying to forget.
"Are you okay?" He asked with a worried expression on his face.
"Yes…never better." I said. Obviously lying.
" So where's your parents?" uh oh! This is the one question I wish I could avoid. I hated talking about my past and my parents. The last time I told my only friend, Alli, my problems ,and she stopped talking to me. He could tell I was getting uncomfortable.
"It's okay… I don't have the best background either so if you don't want to talk, I get it." He was so nice about this. I almost nodded ,but I was extremely curious to get a look into his past as well.
" Lets make a deal. I'll tell you my past if you tell me yours." He raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, I can live with that." He looked at his feet and opened his mouth to speak.
" Um, I moved here about two months ago, in may right after the school year ended." He hesitated.
"My mom divorced my dad when I was thirteen because he was…beating her, and she left me behind." He took a deep breath.
" And now whenever he gets drunk, he hits me." I could tell his eye's were starting to water.
"I'm sorry, Eli. If there's anything you need you can just ask me, okay." He nodded.
"Ok, your turn." Crap it was a lot easier listening to Eli.
"Okay, how do I start." I said stalling.
"My parents are divorced. My mom is a whore because of me, and I was recently raped by some creep." Short and simple. Now he can decide if he wants to cut and run. He cleared his throat.
"And why is she a whore again?" UGH! This was the one question I wanted to avoid. I could feel my anxiety starting to creep up on me as my breathing began to quicken and the heart monitor began to race. My chest heaved up and down in quick short motions. I really did not want to have a panic attack in front of Eli. It would only scare him away from me. The next thing I heard were shaky high pitched sounds coming from my throat.