Chapter 2: Please, Call Me Eli

Eli's P.O.V.:

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-*

I slammed my hand on the alarm clock sitting on top of the nightstand next to my bed. It was finally quiet. I sat up on my bed as I yawned and stretched my arms out. I looked down at the glowing red numbers on the clock. 7:30. I groaned. Today was a school day wasn't it? Slowly I left my bed and walked over to the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom. After brushing my teeth and washing my face I headed towards my closet.

Let's see, what should I wear today? How about something different. Like maybe something, I don't know, black? Of course every piece of clothing I owned was black or gray. I chuckled at myself as I grabbed whatever I could reach and put them on. I examined myself in my full-length mirror. Looking sexy, as usual. Looking at myself with one last smirk I grabbed my keys to my hearse and bounded downstairs.

As I was closing the front door I saw my dad sprawled over the couch in the living room with a beer bottle in hand, obviously drunk, again. I let out a sigh as I got into the driver's side of Morty, my hearse and most prized possession. After school I'll be sure to go through another brutal beating from my drunken dad, as I did almost every day. I put the keys in the ignition and the engine roared to life. Loud screamo music blared out of the speakers of the car. Even if the music was loud it always calmed me down, ironically. After taking one last look at the hell hole I called a home, I drove off to Degrassi Community School.

I pulled up in the parking lot and parked my car near the front of the school. I glanced at the clock in my car. 8:37. Ha. Well, I guess I'm late again. Aw, rats! I smirked and got out of my hearse. As weird as it may be to have a hearse as my choice of transportation, I was always fond of it. I loved it ever since my grandfather, Mortimer, gave it to me. Out of respect I named the hearse after him, Morty. I locked Morty and walked up the steps of Degrassi with my backpack over one shoulder. As I suspected, the halls were empty. I went to my locker and put in the combination. After a few seconds my padlock clicked open and I got my things out of my locker. I closed it and headed off to English.

I opened the door right when Ms. Dawes, the 11th grade English teacher, was in the middle of a lecture. Everyone turned to look at me as I closed the door. I looked around at all of the faces staring at me. They're all just so… boring looking. Then I came across a familiar pretty face. She had short, curly hair. I remembered her. I ran over her glasses, but I never caught her name. Ever since that moment in time I could not stop thinking about her. She just seemed so interesting.

Once our eyes met, she looked down quickly, a rosy color coming to her cheeks. I smirked. I guess my good looks have a big effect on her. Oh, Eli, you cocky bastard.

"Well. Nice of you to join us, Mr. Goldsworthy. Since you're new here I'll only give you a warning this time. Next time, however, you will receive a detention. I take tardiness very seriously, and I-." I mentally cut her off there. Damn, why is she all pissed off? When I saw her lips stop moving, I replied, "Sorry, Ms. Dawes. Promise it won't happen again." After a brief silence Ms. Dawes said, "Alright, Elijah, you are forgiven. Take any available seat." "Please, call me Eli." I smirked. My charm has yet to fail me. I took the empty seat closest to the door, which just happened to be right in front of Blue Eyes. I needed to find out her name soon, but until then I'll just call her Blue Eyes.

I turned around in my seat and found her looking back at me. Was she staring at the back of my head? I smirked. Am I really that gorgeous? "Hey, Blue Eyes, sorry about your glasses," I said to her. "It's okay, really," she replied. She had a sweet voice, almost like music. Not screamo music, but like a smooth kind of tune.

"What's your name?" I asked. "I-I'm Clare," she said. Clare. Hmm, it suits her. "That's a pretty name, Clare, almost as pretty as you are," I told her, turning my charm up a notch. "Th-thanks, um, Elijah," she said looking down. She was blushing again. I like how I was affecting her so much. "It's Eli," I said. "Okay, well… thanks, Eli." I smirked again. I opened my mouth to say something else, but I was interrupted by an angry Ms. Dawes. "Would you like to share with the rest of the class what you were talking about with Ms. Edwards? I don't suppose you were talking about English, were you?" "Not at all. I was just about to tell Clare how beautiful she is," I retorted with a smirk, not turning around. I winked at Blue Eyes after I stated my defense. Clare blushed again and looked down at her shoes. "Well, Mr. Goldsworthy, I think you should save the flirting for after class. Now please pay attention," said Ms. Dawes. I faced the front of the class. The teacher continued rambling on and on about something that I really care nothing about.

The whole period I was thinking about Clare. I wasn't flirting with her, was I? I pondered over this and decided. Yeah, I was flirting. I mean, why shouldn't I? She's gorgeous. I can just say two words and she would automatically blush. I liked that. It was… cute. I just colored my nails with a black Sharpie until I heard the dismissal bell ring. I saw Clare rush past me and out the door. I stared after her. I smirked and got up out of my seat and headed towards my locker. English was always my strongest subject. It just came easily to me. So it kind of made classes boring. But this year, I think I might enjoy English class… if I got to know Blue Eyes a little better.

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