Notes: Hello all. I've started this series because I honestly love the Misfits group and the high drama of season ten. I support Eclare but I feel like I prefer the beginning of their relationship because it feels like a whirlwind romance. So yes, most of this will stay somewhat to the original plot but I will be tweaking things for my own story. I really want to tackle Eli and Clare's relationship in a realistic fashion since the show only has an hour to get things going. Which is why I I feel like everything is always rushed.

I will posting interconnected drabbles that will revolve around Eclare and the Misfits Crew. Possible Adam/Fiona, unless the majority of you protest.

Summary: They were the most unlikely trio of friends, each one a Misfit in their own right.

Rating: K

Word Count: 431

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.

the making of a misfit

pretty eyes

The music blares from the Hearse's stereo system, the bass vibrating the entire car. Focusing on getting a decent parking spot for a change, Eli turns into the school entrance. However, as he does so, there is a sudden exclamation and hears a definite crack!

Eli cringes, closing his eyes as he stops Morty. "Dammit," he grumbles, hoping that whatever he ran over didn't damage his tires. He then throws open the car door and goes to check things over.

Eli kneels down and finds a simple pair of wire glasses, crushed without any hope of salvaging it. A part of him feels kind of bad but he can't help but feel a little relieved that the broken glass didn't tear his tires.

A pair of girls stand before him. One with warm brown skin and a river of black hair and the other fair with curly auburn hair. From the shocked expression of the second girl, Eli can easily tell that she's the owner of the glasses.

"I think they're dead," he informs, handing them over with a pang of guilt. He reminds himself that there was nothing he could have done, it was an honest mistake.

The curly haired girl exhales an uneven breath. "I-It's okay," she says, taking them. "I, uh, I don't need them anymore. Got―" She takes another unsteady breath, frantically collecting words to form a coherent sentence. "―laser surgery."

Intrigued by her nervous behavior, Eli stares, taking in her baby doll features. There is something definitely innocent and sweet about her, from the way she doesn't meet his gaze to the way she fidgets.

Her lashes flutter like a bird's wings about to take flight, bringing attention to her bright blue eyes.

Without a second thought, Eli blurts out, "You have pretty eyes."

The way he says it leaves no room to argue. It's like he's stating a well known fact.

The girl smiles shyly, looking at him and then flickering her pretty baby blues downward. "Thanks," she says, pink staining her cheekbones. "I'll, uh, see you around?"

Her antics makes Eli smirk crookedly. "Guess you will."

She raises her head, watching him turn away and get back into his car. As Eli begins to pull away, he peeks at his side-view mirror and catches her smile brightly.

It's at that moment that Eli burns this encounter into his mind. He remembers everything about her so I'll recognize her at school and be able to avoid another run in with her.

Because Eli knows right away that she's nothing but trouble for someone like him.