ELI'S P.O.V.
There are few things in life I actually fear.
Of course, I feared the usual as a child, the dark, monsters under my bed, my parents leaving me, you know- just normal kid stuff.
But as I grew up, I just put that stuff away. It wasn't like a big intervention my dad had with me, saying "Eli, there's no monster's under your bed, and I'll prove it." In fact, it was completely the opposite. I think my dad supported my fears, said they "scared me straight". So, when I tried to stop pleasing my dad, I stopped fearing everything.
Especially whiny gits like KC Gunthrie who thought he could scare me. Through Clare. Big man, right?
Yeah. Right.
So, I continued on through my day like a usually would- stopping to talk to Adam, walking Clare to class. As shaken as Clare was about this whole thing, I figured if I remained constant, she would be okay.
But if she wasn't-
Well then, I'd have to talk to KC.
And as much as I'd enjoy that, I knew Clare wouldn't. And I knew that through previous spats with Fitz and other douches that floated my way throughout Degrassi, I knew that Clare generally disliked confrontation. It made her uncomfortable. So, trying to maintain as much dignity as I could muster, and with a strong refusal to never be 'whipped', I maintained my usual, dry self. Not talking to anyone besides my friends unless directly spoken to, eating lunch with Adam and Clare at our usual spot.
And as calm as the day was, I knew the feeling. The feeling of the humidity in the air before the storm, when it's faking warmth and sunlight.
The calm before the storm.
And, like most decent meteorologist could tell you, this- my friend, couldn't last.