"MY GLASSES!" I shouted. Suddenly a black hearse drove up and crushed my glasses to pieces. Punk music was blasting from the hearse and a pale boy with dark brown hair slightly covering his right eye picked them up. I wondered why there would be a hearse at school, and what the heck was IN it. He got out of the car.
He was not the typical teenager-wearing all black, a chain attached to his belt loop and lots of spiked bracelets. He glanced at my glasses which he was holding.
"I think they're dead..." he said bluntly, handing over my glasses to me. His hand only touched mine for a split second, but I could feel the warmth of his skin.
Who is this guy? I asked myself. Was it fate that he ran over my glasses? I realized that I might have been staring at him a bit too long.
"Uh...I-It's okay, I don't need them anymore...got...laser surgery." I stuttered. I couldn't help but gaze into his appealing green, eyeliner-smudged eyes. They were such a distraction.
He just looked at me for what seemed to be forever until he muttered, "You have pretty eyes." His eyes were staring me down. Somehow I could see into his soul.
"Th-thanks," I said as I shyly bowed my head down, "I'll, uh, see you around?" I bravely asked him looking up back at him. My palms were getting sweatier by the minute.
"Guess you will," he said, dreamily. As he turned around, opened up the car door, and got in, I almost melted on the sidewalk. I smiled slightly, as the black hearse drove away with the mysterious boy behind the wheel.
As me and Alli started walking, she noticed my happiness.
"Uh, oh. I've seen that look before!" she laughed. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" I lied, grinning from cheek to cheek.
Later that day in English class...
Eli Goldsworthy was coloring his nails in black Sharpie as Ms. Dawes was speaking to the class about letters. Clare was sitting right behind him, not knowing that he was the one that broke Clare's glasses.
"Elijah Goldsworthy. I understand your style is important to you, but could you put down the Sharpie marker and listen to what I'm saying, perhaps?" Ms. Dawes scolded.
"Okay, sorry, and call me Eli," he corrected.
"Oh, well Eli, if you don't have anything else to say, is it all right if I continue my lecture?"
"With all means, go ahead!" he smartly answered back.
Ooh! He's in trouble! I thought to myself. Wait, a second, that haircut and outfit looks so familiar... Oh my gosh! It's the guy that ran over my glasses!
"Well then...Some of the greatest works of all time: letters. They reveal the hearts and souls of world leaders, of great artists, and now, of you." Ms. Dawes lectured as she handed out the last English project we worked on.
She finally handed me my report and I expected an A, but when I looked at it, I saw a big, fat, red C. I was shocked! "Ms. Dawes there must be some sort of mistake. I've never gotten a C! How did this happen?"
"Well, your early assignments were divine but recently your writing has become distant, impersonal," she explained.
"I used complex sentence structure and advanced vocabulary!" I added, Shouldn't that be enough for me to get an A+?
Eli was rolling his eyes as Clare was correcting Ms. Dawes. Suddenly, he started to run out of ink. He swiftly got another black Sharpie and started to color his nails in again.
"Yes, but your assignment didnt' tell me anything about who you are; what you want. You can't hide behind vampire fiction forever," Ms. Dawes explained. She finished handing out the writing assignments.
"I'm not hiding!" I exclaimed.
"Then prove it...to your writing partner" she said as she turned her head towards Eli.
Eli stared at Ms. Dawes in disbelief. "...Me?" he questioned.
"Yeah, you. You write well, but you're a little wordy. You and Clare will be editing each others' work this semester!" Ms. Dawes said, seeming excited at the fact. I, on the other hand was definitely not!
"Great. That'll be fun..." I said, sarcastically. Another way I can embarass myself! Why would I want to hear his letter writing about death?
"Okay my friends, you have the rest of the class to perfect your writing assignments!" she commented, walking over to Eli and me. "We may have a very special partnership on her hands people," Ms. Dawes said, nudging my shoulder, "Like Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes!"
"Sylvia Plath killed herself!" I backfired. Elijah turned around looking sarcastically hurt from my comment.
"Ouch! That hurt...that hurt, deep!" he said, sarcastically, "Clare Edwards...hmm you look familiar. Where did I see you before?" he said, looking calm, cool and collected. His eyes were still as beautiful as when I first met him, and they were still smudged with sexy black eyeliner. (I love guys with eyeliner!)
"Um, you ran over my glasses, Elijah!" I almost yelled, but caught myself so I wouldn't shout it to the whole class. I remembered him, (I definitely remembered him!)why didn't he remember me?
"Oh yeah, I forgot. And call me Eli," he said, correcting me. He winked at me flirtatiously as I tried not to be so attracted to him. He turned back facing the front of the room and started to color in his nails again.
I tapped his shoulder. He turned around again, looking a little annoyed. "Excuse me, Elijah? I guess I better give you my number and address so we can contact each other and review papers." I tried to look like I was uninterested, but I guess it failed.
"IT'S ELI!" he screamed jokingly putting his hands on my shoulders and shaking me, "Trying to get my digits, eh?" He teased. I was shocked that he actually touched me and felt kind of dizzy, but I secretly liked it.
"Stop shaking me! And NO! It's just I like to get good grades, unlike you, ELI! What did you get, on your writing assignment, a D?" I told him.
"See for yourself! Here give me your hand so I can write down my info," he sweetly demanded.
As he was writing his number on my hand, I took his paper from his desk with my free hand.
"Wh-what?" I gulped. How can this be? I thought. A big red A was stamped on the front of Eli's paper.
"What, you thought since I wear all black, chains, and spiked bracelets that I can't get superb grades?" Eli asked, innocently, but sternly.
I was starting to fall more and more for Eli. He had this I don't care what anybody thinks attitude, yet he got decent grades! He was smart, sweet, funny...oh who am I kidding? He wouldn't fall for a girl like me!
"No, it's not that, it's just..." I whimpered trying to find an excuse.
"Exactly. You know, Clare, I'm not a slacker! I don't care what other people think of me! My style is my style!"" Eli said, protectively.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Elij- I mean ELI" I corrected myself.
"It's all good," he smiled. My face got all red. If his smile could do this to me, how am I going to edit our papers with him?
"Now when should we hang out? You know, for the assignment." Eli asked me, smirking. He tended to smirk...a lot.
"Oh, um...I'm free today...do you want to meet outside the Dot after school?" I proposed. My heart started racing faster as I desperately waited for his answer.
