Anyong! So i know you guys are probably thinking to yourself "what the fuck? where has MelancholyKids gone?"! Well worry no more because i am updating. The reason i went on a semi-hiatus is because i lost my motivation. Ive been out of school for a month, and ive had this story half way typed up for about 5 weeks:/ I know i should have put up a small chapter, but i just couldnt leave you guys with a bullshit chapter. This chapter is named "Obsession" after a SHINee song. I know that less than 1% of you guys know Korean, and i dont either, but you dont have to be able to understand music to like it. BTW, Anyong means hello in Korean. But its informal, so dont say it to elders. Please guys, read and enjoy, i will try my best to update ASAP.

Saranghaeyo, Melancholykids

School was hell the next day. All I could think about was if I was going to see Clare, and would she forgive me if I did. I was having a hard time making it to my classes on time because I didn't know where I was going, and people would come up to me and ask me if I was new. Seriously? But I was told by a kid named Adam that I was going the right way for Mrs. Dawes English class. It has taken all my will power not to just skip; it was the last period of the day. When I walked in the room, I saw Clare sitting next to the window, talking to some chick. I immediately got nervous. All my fears from earlier in the day resurfaced and I wanted to run into the bathroom and cut. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts, and walked to the teachers desk.

"Hello and welcome to English 11. I am your host Mrs. Dawes. You must be our new student." She said with a smile. The first actual nice teacher since….well since I've been going to school.

"Yeah, im Eli Goldworthy."

"Well, Eli, please take a seat in front of one of my best writers, Ms. Edwards. She can help you catch up in our assignment."

Clare was still turned around talking when I got to my seat. I thought about not saying anything, but I couldn't avoid it. I had to start over like I said.

"Hey Clare, im a little confused on our assignment. Could you help me out?" I said, trying to sound casual.

"Sure thing I-Eli."

"Yeah. I didn't know you were in English 11. That's cool."

"Yeah, im sure it is."

It was awkward between us. She just stared at the desk. I stared at her.

"Well I was actually being serious why I asked for your help, so…"

"Right right, im sorry. You have to write about your most depressing memory. it's a bit challenging, but its what makes the class fun." She said, her cheeks turning a light amaranth pink. She was wearing a light blue dress that had a deep cut in the front, exposing her chest.

Mrs. Dawse brought me back to reality when she cleared her throat in the front of the class. She held about four papers in her hands, and she seemed upset.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that some of you are having trouble channeling the memories you have chosen to suppress. I am assigning partners."

I was praying for her to pair me with Clare. I wanted to see into her head. Know what Clare was thinking. What kind of dark, painful memories she had, and if they could even compare to mine. I wondered if she would even open up to me.

Mrs. Dawes called Clare up to her desk. I watched as she passed me. Her dress didn't quite come to her knees, and it fell nicely over her butt. Her calves were perfect, like she had played soccer when she was younger.

I hadn't noticed I was staring so obviously when the girl Clare was talking to tapped my desk.

" You know, Ive never seen you before. Are you that new kid ive heard about?"

"Uh yeah, Eli. What have you heard exactly?"

" That you drive a hearse and that you live by yourself because your parents left you behind. But I doubt any of its true because Degrassi is known for telling people what they want to hear; regardless of if its fact."

"Well I do drive that hearse, thank you. But I live with both of my parents, so I don't know where that came from. I never got your name though."

" Im Alli. And this is Clare."

Clare was rummaging through her English binder for a paper that read " A Project To Make You Think" in bold red letters at the top. She tore it out and handed it to me.

"Mrs. Dawse needs me to be your partner for this assignment."

"You make it sound like a hassle, Curfew."

"Im sorry," She asked raising an eyebrow. "What did you call me?"

"Well, I just thought that if were going to be partners, we need to be comfortable with each other. And Curfew fits you well, since your mom is strict on you."

She just kinda stared at me like I had explained the universe to her. She did that until the bell rung about 5 seconds later. For some reason, I felt like I had offended her. I hadn't meant to, I thought I was being friendly. Something I hadn't been in a while. I was the first one of us to leave because I didn't want to open my mouth and say anything terribly stupid to her.

When I made it to my hearse, there was a group of people around it, taking pictures and asking if anyone had died. I rolled my eyes and pushed my way through the people. As I got in, I saw a familiar face. It took me a while to put my finger on it, but once I did, I threw my shit into reverse. She was blonde, chubby, and had big blue orbs that boar right into my eyes.