The more i think of Clare... the more I begin to like her. She was so nice, passionate and all that. Clare helped me read since I was so closed to being diagnosed with dyslexia it's not even fair.

I remember first meeting her.

*Flashback*

I was reminiscing, in my 'coffin-car' or whatever others call it. It's called a hearse.

My hearse would be my pride and joy, if I believed in that stuff.

It was really kind of cool, death, I mean. Everything has a dark side and a light side, but if you really think about it… What if no one died?

Then they'll be ancient old people who've seen it all, been there, and done that and just want to go. Every one has a time and a place to go and if you want to go and can't…

What's the point of living?

I got interested in this in 5th grade, reading 'Tuck Everlasting'. While the rest of the kids saw the light side, like how the man in the yellow hat just wanted to live forever and how cool it would be and they didn't see the dark side.

I saw both. I understood. And that's when I became different. And then to other people that equaled weird. I always see both sides when I read, even though it takes awhile.

Including my parents…

I squeezed my steering wheel. The past was not a fun topic.

I pulled into my school. I was late. 24 hours late. Huh…oh well.

Then, I saw her and her tan Muslim-looking friend. They were giggling, laughing, play-fighting when one thing let to another and crack.

I stop my car. Crap… I don't bother with my music, I really didn't care.

Both girls are now standing near my vehicle. The alright one looks shocked and sorry and then the cuter one looks just shocked and confused.

I fish the broken glass object out from under the tire. Oh crap, her glasses.

"I think they're dead," I said, relying on humor so she won't hate me.

Wait… I cared if she hated me? I drive a hearse to school, why should I care what people think?

She barely notices her glasses, she looked like she was about to drop them again. She's not mad, or upset or anything. She is curious and intrigued but overall… she seems into me, like I'm some math question or puzzle she just can't get. Yeah, I probably am.

"Uh, it's okay, got... la- laser surgery," she stuttered, looking down and then at my face.

I lean forward, studying her. She wasn't breathing I could tell that. But her eyes are amazing.

"You have pretty eyes," I tell her. It was the truth and i really didn't know what it was before this.

She's flustered and her face lights up. She smiles, "I'll... uh... see you around?" she asked hopefully.

I glance over her, taking in her body, her eyes, her nervousness which i found myself oddly attracted to. In fact I was attracted to all these things.

I smirk at her. "Guess you will," I say and drive off. I see her bit her lip which again, I add to the list of what attracts me to her.

The best part is that when I glance at her again, she was throwing out her glasses.

"Eli," I thought to myself, "What have you done,"

*Flashback*

Now, it's more like what she's done to me. I was scared of what I'd do to her. Nothing to worry about there.

I squeeze her hand and she gives me this secretive look, I wink at her and I think I can hear her melting, this girl.