ELI POV

"Bye, prop master Clare" Clare gave him a smile.
"Bye, Declan" she walked up to me, I could tell that my face showed some kind expression because she looked at me with a questioning look.
"Eli, are you okay?" she asked me. Was I okay? No! She was with that older boy, a senior, who had a pet name for her, and kissed her, or something. I am referring to that day a couple of months ago at the school.
"Um, what were you doing with that man?" I made it clear that I thought he was old. She laughed, why was she laughing at a time like this?
"Eli, you are so cute when you're jealous, man? He is definitely not a man, well I guess, but not really." She looked at me like I was crazy. She came up and wrapped her arms around me; I tried really hard not to be happy. I tried really hard to be mad, I failed however. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Why does he call you what weird name?" at first she looked confused but then she understood.
"You mean 'prop Master Clare'?" I nodded.
"Well, when he was the director of the school play, musical thingy, I was the prop director, so the nick name sorta stuck."I couldn't help but still be jealous.
"Did you go out with him?" She started laughing so hard, I was starting to wonder about her mental stability.
"Me and Declan? HA! Definitely not, Holly J made that certain!" I looked at her curiously.
"What do you mean Holly J made that certain?" She stopped laughing, then and looked embarrassed.
"Well last year, I had this huge crush on him, and I wrote this Vampire fanfiction about him, I don't know why I liked him it still embarrasses me and he knows it, we were looking at my props and suddenly I had an urge to kiss his neck. Then he reminds me about it all the time, knowing I will be embarrassed. He always says 'you are the best kisser' or something along those lines." I was kinda relived but what crush?
"Do you still like him?" she laughed again.
"Eli, why would I still like him when I have you?" At that moment I felt a lot better.
"Not that you need any more of an ego boost." I smirked at her, and then pulled her into a kiss. She deepened the kiss and then I picked her up and brought her up stairs. My mom was not home yet, so this time I locked my door. I didn't expect to do anything, considering we had already done it two amazing times today, so I just let her fall asleep in my arms. The things this girl does to me.

CLARE POV

When we got upstairs, I felt so tired. Even after I practically slept all day. I thought it was cute how he was jealous over Declan, I love him too much.

MONDAY SCHOOL.

CLARE POV

Ms. Dawes walked in the class room and eyed me and Eli suspiciously, what was she up to?
"Okay class, today we are starting an assignment that I have never done with any of my classes, it is a good exercise for the emotions. What we are going to do is write a letter to someone you love, it doesn't have to be family. It can be anyone, but they will never read this letter. The only people who will read this letter is me and you, unless someone else reads it with your permission, except for the person you right it to, they can't ever read it! I am going to give you the rest of the Class to think about this. You will be graded on creativity and true meaning behind this assignment; this won't have anything to do with Grammar or vocabulary. Have at it!" I knew automatically who I am going to write about. It was not my mom, or my dad, or my sister, or even Eli. No, it is JT Yorke. I know that your thinking that that doesn't make sense, but truly it does, no one really knew it but me and JT were really close, he was my best friend, and I his. No one ever knew about this ever. And since this letter is so private no one will. Ever. When I get home I will begin my letter.

ELI POV

When Ms. Dawes said this I looked over at Clare, she was deep in thought and had a sad look on her face, I wondered what was up?
"Hey Clare, you okay?" she snapped her head up, finally out of her thoughts.
"Um, yea I'm fine." I knew she wasn't totally fine, but I will let her tell me on her own time.

CLARE POV

Dear JT,

I don't really know what to say in this letter, I just have a feeling that it should be for you. I have really missed you, at first when you died, I couldn't even cry in front of anyone because no one even knew that I knew you. Not even my sister, no one. I felt so angry and alone. It was wrong of me to be mad at you, but I was. I was furious. You are the only reason I was ever excited about going to Degrassi. You told me that great things happen here. I still thought that I should go even after you passed away. I know that you would grow to be happy that Degrassi and Lake Hurst, have become one school, it doesn't feel awkward anymore. When I saw that my best friend was with the guy who saw you last before you were alive, it took everything I had to not say anything, I knew he felt guilty, I mean he didn't stab you, but he was there. I really miss those conversations we used to have; I could really use your help now. I am with this amazing guy, totally perfect. What is the next step in our relationship? I was with this other guy; let's just say blonde cheerleaders are not on my list of friends. I just hope that the same thing doesn't happen with who I'm with now, look at me I am sitting here crying, I am CRYING JT! I am in need of your expertise help. I mean not that you were really good with this yourself. You always told me to fallow my heart, I will never tell anyone this, but I was so afraid to love him, then I remembered how you told me that you still loved liberty, I remember that you were afraid. I then remembered that you died before you ever got to fix things with her, it made me realize that I need to just get over my fear and tell him. But just between me and you, I am still afraid, I mean I totally trust him, but I trusted the other guy too. I even trusted the cheerleader. I have gone way deeper with my guy now than with the other one though. I believe him when he says that nothing can break us apart, but what happens if someone or something does? I know I shouldn't fret these things and just live life, but how can I when if he leaves, I will have absolutely nothing! No one would understand except for you JT, I really miss you! I know I have said this over and over. I really regret not going to your memorial site. I think that is where I will leave this letter. This was supposed to be my English assignment, but it's not, I can't turn this in. I remember those times that you told me that I was wayyy to mature for my own good. I trusted you most because you made me feel better about myself. You treated me like I was a peer instead of a little sister, or nieve friend. You told me that I was the smartest person you've ever met, well you should see me now! Okay I guess this letter is getting long, there is so much more that I can tell you! I just don't seem to be able to get the words out.

With love,
C.

I read the letter again to myself, I cried myself to sleep that night. But I couldn't help but miss him. the next day I walked over to the memorial site an hour before school and weighed it down with a rose on his picture. This is worth the failing grade.