-Okay guys, im updating today! But i feel like im letting you guys down with this one. Im witting from Clare's POV, and its hard. Shes a chick. Girls are always really emotional or never emotional. And i know you guys are going to think Eli and shit is all OOC, but im writting it the way i feel i want it. And im basing things off of people i know, personal experiances, or myself. So once again, im sorry for the long, boring, and just plain dumb chapter.

I got the named "Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites" from a Skrillex song that i sadly do not own. But i wish i did.

"Look at this. Im a coward too. You dont need to hide,my friend. For i am just like you."

Clare

I was sitting at home at on my computer staring at my cursor blink. Writer's block. My worst nightmare. Mrs. Dawse had given my English class the task of writing about "your most depressing memory". I've never been one to open up to people so I didn't know what I was going to do. I decided I'd head out to my spot in the woods to clear my mind. Maybe some inspiration would come. I grabbed my cardigan, my Ipod, and phone and left. My mom wouldn't be home until 5 so I had time to stay out. The clearing wasn't too far from my house; about a 15 minuet walk. I shut out the world with Lykke Li's Little Bit.

" I think I'm a little bit in love with you,

But only if you're a little bit in love with me"

I hummed along to the music, feeling it move through my body. I was almost there when my phone started to buzz. I checked the called ID and it read "Alli".

"Hey Alli, what's up?"

"I went to a party last night, and KC was there."

"Okay, why are you telling me?" I asked, a little annoyed that Alli was always bringing him up. She knew that after I found out KC had cheated on me with Jenna, I was hurt. It took a lot of time, and even more ice cream to get over him.

"Well, we talked and he wanted you to know that he was sorry and he didn't want you to be mad."

"Well he can stick his apology up somewhere very private." I said, nearing the woods. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her about that.

"Dammit Clare, he's sorry. Cant you just forgive him? You really must not care about anyone's feelings but your own if you cant forgive someone who you lost your-"

"No Alli, its not that I don't care, its just that I don't have anymore patience to exude for him or Jenna. Sorry." I said cutting her off. I didn't want her to go any further about what had happened between us. I was coming to the clearing and I didn't want any of her drama distracting me from what I came to do.

"Okay whatever Clare, I guess I'll talk to you later when you do. Goodbye."

"Bye then." Was the only thing I could say. She was over reacting.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and walked into the clearing. When I looked up from the twigs that were getting caught in my shoes, I saw a black hearse in the middle. On top of it sat a pale boy with black hair almost to his shoulders. He wore a Dead Hand band shirt, black skinny jeans, and boots. I jumped back at first, not expecting anyone to be here.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice shaking. He hoped down from the intimidating car and started towards me.

"My name's Eli…Who are you?" His voice was a shock. I expected it to be very monotone and raspy, like those old creepy guys you see on the death metal shows, but it wasn't. It was clear and smooth.

"Clare." I answered, just above a whisper.

"Excuse me?"

"Cl-Clare." He was in front of me now. His eyes were a green you could only dream of. They stared holes into my blue ones. I could feel my skin prickle, my spine shiver at the thought of his touch. "No Clare," I told myself. "You don't even know him."

"Well Clare, are you just going to stare at me, or…"

"Oh sorry."

We walked back over to his car and he invited me to sit with him. I was hesitant at first, but I did. I asked him if he was new here. He was. He asked me if I went to Degrassi. I told him I did, and he said he started his first day as a junior tomorrow.

"Why did you decide to come here?"

" I needed a change I guess."

" You're not going to kill me, are you?" I blurted out, before my mind could process.

" Dammit, was it obvious?" He said with looking at me slowly, biting his bottom lip. My eyes got big and I backed up. He started to laugh and shook his head.

"God Clare, what goes through your mind? Do I look like a killer? Im 17!" He said, but his eyes weren't laughing. I smiled a bit and said no. He laid back on his car and closed his eyes. His full pink lips sucked in a gust of air. He ran his fingers through his hair. He was strangely attractive.

My phone started to vibrate; it was my mom. "Shit." I muttered to myself.

"Language." He said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hey mom!" I say with as much pep as I can.

"Clare, where are you. What makes you think its okay to leave the house without leaving a note or giving a call-"

"Yeah mom, I'm on my way right now. I had to clear my head for a bit. Sorry."

"Clare Diane Edwards, you had better be home in 10 minuets."

"But it takes 15 m-" Eli cut me off. He sat up and tapped my shoulder.

"I can drive you." he said, shrugging.

"Mom, I'll be there in 10 minuets. Goodbye." I hung up without taking my eyes off of him. He leaned in close and stopped. I could feel his breath on my face. I inhaled him. A smirk appeared on his face and he slip off onto the passenger side of the hearse.

"Your chariot awaits madam. And as does your doom if I don't get you back in 8 minuets." He said, opening the door. I slowly got off the car and into it. Something inside me was mad at him. I wanted to kiss him. Or, at least I think I did. I didn't know what I wanted. When I got in, Eli skipped over to the driver's side and took out a cigarette. When he pulled off, he asked me if I smoked.

"Its going to kill you."

" Aren't we born to die? If you really think about it. Everyday since you were born, you get closer to dying. Some faster than others. So why not live a little before you are damned to hell anyway." he said, lighting up. I stared at him, bewildered. I touched the cross that dangled just about my cleavage.

"Well maybe all of us aren't going to hell. Just the ones who believe they are."

"Yeah, that may be true, but what about us who have done things that put them on an express elevator to hell?" He asked, looking at the road.

"Take a left." I said, wondering if he had done something he regretted.

"Are you going to answer me? Because you sure as hell seem like you have all the answers!" he growled, throwing the cigarette butt out the window.

"I don't have all the answers. Who the hell said I did?" I snapped at him.

"You make it seem like you do. What makes you think you can preach to me? I don't need your god." He yelled. I couldn't believe he said that. He had brought it up. I never preached at him.

"My house is right there, I can walk. Stop the car."

He came to a slow stop. His hands were gripped tight around the steering wheel, and his jaw was clenched tight.

"I'm sorry. That was rude. I just havent been myself. Lets forget today ever happened. If I see you again tomorrow, we can start over. Deal?" His voice was flat. No emotion. I opened the car door and stepped out.

"Okay. See you around then."

"Clare."

"Yeah?"

"You left your phone."

"Oh." I bent down and retrieved it from the seat. The phone was opened to my contacts, and "Eli Goldworthy" was highlighted. I walked up to my door and turned around for one last look. Eli was staring at me. He smirked and the pulled off.