ELI'S P.O.V.

It's a sad day when a dude has no life outside his girlfriend, and I hated to say I was turning into one of them. But, the fact of the matter was, I didn't. So, I drove around town, scaring mothers and children with my hearse. Not purposely of course, but hey- it was a nice perk.

It was only 6:00. Alli would be leaving the Dot within the next half-an-hour, and then I would get to be with Clare, talking, kissing- the whole shebang.

Pretty soon, I got tired of wasting gas and gas-money by driving pointlessly around. I parked the car near the Dot, on a side street that looked hidden. Was I worried about people stealing my car? Hell no. As much as I loved it, I was probably the only one. Was I worried about people breaking it, egging it, keying it, snapping off pieces of it like that bastard Fitz? Sure. So, I sat, listening to some music. The cheesy station me and Clare had picked out together was on, and I quickly flipped it off, sliding in one of my mixed CDs a friend had given me years ago. As much as I loved driving around with Clare, her music taste was horrendous, with cheesy-Christian-pop bands, and "rock" music, consisting of boy bands and tween-sensations. I was eventually going to have to fix that.

I thought just that, and smiled, thinking of the look on Clare's face- precisely utter disturbance, when I tried to get her to listen to Slipknot, Disturbed, and all the other bands that "sucked your soul" as Clare had oh-so-delicately put it.

But as she was not in the car, nor within listening range, I drummed along with seven tracks of straight-joy.

But as the eight track neared, I spotted a glimpse of what I assumed to be unintelligent teenage boys, hanging out, drinking something out of a paper bag. This was not an unusual sight, and as I was in an alley, I let it go, considering they weren't doing anything to bother me. The clock on my dashboard blinked 6:31, and I climbed out of the car, feeling incredibly satisfied with my afternoon so far. I locked up my car, which gave a satisfying blink of lights, and I began to walk towards the Dot.

"HEY!" I heard a voice around me erupt. It wasn't even vaguely familiar, but I turned around anyway, as it was a natural instinct. The band of teenage boys began walking towards me, and I look around, stupidly, to see if there was anyone remotely close that they could have been talking to, since I didn't recognize even one of these boys.

"HEY!" The same voice called again, when they had seen that I had hesitated. "Yeah- you!" a different voice rang out. I suddenly had the urge to mock them and their stupidity, but refrained, as I was still unsure if they were speaking to me.

"Could I perhaps help you with something?" I decided to retort, after a series of 'HEY'S' being shouted in my direction.

"As a matter of fact," a voice that rang most familiar, "you could."

Now, I don't have perfect eyesight. Not even remotely close. And these fine-gentlemen were standing rather far away, but from the voice I could only figure it was someone I had met at Degrassi.

I started walking towards them, prepared to tell them to get the hell away from me, when I noticed that the boy who was calling for me, was actually none other than KC.

What a surprise.

"It's KC, right?" I snarled, regardless of the fact I knew his name.

"Yeah. It is." He replied sharply.

"Now, I know you gentlemen have probably congregated here to, well- I don't know, 'kick somebody's ass', 'get down and dirty'." I said, walking closer to them with every word. "But if you don't mind, I have a date I'm late for." I said, approaching them, facing towards KC. "With Clare, in fact."

"Oh do you?" He asked. I could smell the odor of liquor radiating off this kid with every movement he made. He'd obviously been drinking for quite some time, and a little too much of it at that. The other two boys hung back quietly, looking about as unintelligent as rocks, hanging behind him as if that made them tougher.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Now if you'll excuse me." I turned on my heels, starting to stalk away, but the rocks, who made up in strength what the obviously lacked in wit, had turned me around. I quickly shook them off of me, disgusted that they had even gotten so near as to touch me.

"I said I'd do anything to get back Clare." KC began, his words slurring together, a demented smirk on his face. "And I mean anything, Grim Reaper."

"Sounds like a plan." I replied dryly, and this time, successfully turning on my heels to get away from those imbasols.

"Ha- You wait, Goldsworthy!" KC called after me, turning around.

"I'll be ready for you." I said, getting back into my car which was thankfully undamaged. As it was almost seven, I quickly pulled the car around front of the Dot, regardless of speculation. Even this was better place for my car then that damned alley at this point.