Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi

Imogen will not be a bitch in this story. I promise.

His eyes were glued on her. The way her hair fell over her crystal eyes made his stomach freeze and crumble. And he watched as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip in concentration. A smile spread across his love-struck face as her nimble fingers played with her curls. And he felt a bitter envy toward anyone next to her. He wanted to be the one next to her. He wanted to be the one whispering those words in her ear, making her blush and gasp. He wanted to breathe in her scent and hear her laugh. He wanted to make her smile and giggle and cry in wanted to hold her hand and calm her down when she would do her ritual freak out before a test.

He just wanted to be with her.

But, just like everyday, Eli saw Jake Martin stride across the cafeteria. That cocky smile was spread wide across his cocky face and his backpack sat coolly on his left shoulder, while he had a tray of food in his left right hand. Eli watched in disgust as Jake moved in the crowd and made his way towards Clare. Eli watched as Jake's eyes lit up at the sight of Clare Edwards. And he almost felt bad for the boy, because Eli, from experience, knew that Jake would be in love with the girl for a log time. And whether or not she would follow him on that journey of love was unknown.

And Eli Goldsworthy truly felt bad for the jock. But that was until the sandy-haired boy swooped down and pulled Clare Edwards' hand up and kissed it gently. Eli watched as Clare shivered with excitement. Jake pulled her closer in a bone-shattering embrace and even from where Eli was standing, he could see Clare shiver with a brilliant excitement.

Not being able to take anymore, Eli walked as fast as he could with his leg and walked to the J.T Yorke memorial. He promised himself that he wouldn't think of what had just occured until he was sitting down. But, he could feel the feeling sink into him. The bitter feeling of defeat filled him as he limped and made his way throughout the hallway. The feeling that he had tried so hard to let go of and bury was now coming alive and eating him to the bone. The feeling spread like wildfire and he tried to ignore the tears that were forcing their way into his blood-shot eyes.

As soon as Eli sat down at the bench, he let the sobs fill his throat and spill over. He let the tears flow and spread, not caring if anyone saw, not caring if people laughed. He no longer cared about anything, and that scared the shit of him. The fact that he felt so much for a girl, but nothing for himself, made him sick.

Eli wiped the tears away and leaned his head back against the cold stone. The rock pressed into the back of his head and it almost felt good to the boy. It was a little reminder that as numb as he felt towards everything, he was still alive. And he could still feel pain. He groaned from the pain in his leg and closed his eyes. The weather was becoming nicer and the cast was killing him. It was thick and bulky. And underneath it, his skin itched like crazy. He'd sit in class and fidget with his leg, dying of the itch. And people would simply look at him as if he were nuts.

Except Clare.

She always gave him a bright smile.

Eli cried out like a wounded animal and cursed in bitter anger. He hated everything and the situation that he was in. He hated himself. He hated-loved-the beautiful girl.

"Shit!" A voice cried out from behind the memorial and a girl suddenly stumbled onto the ground. Her glasses flew off of her face and landed on the soft grass next to her.

Eli watched, confused out of his mind.

"...Were...were you watching me?" Eli squeaked out as the girl stood up, with her glasses placed crookedly on her face. The black-framed glasses made her look like an owl, her eyes were large and brown and Eli squinted his eyes at her.

"No. I was just observing, Elijah Goldsworthy-"

"-It's Eli-"

"-Well, I'm going to call you Elijah," She said this calmly and Eli felt the hair on his neck stand up. There was something off with the girl. But the owl-eyed girl didn't seem to notice his discomfort, and if she did, she didn't care, because she sat next to him on the bench and blinked her eyes at him, "I'm Imogen Moreno. Pleased to meet you, Elijah Goldsworthy." She threw out her hand and grabbed his in a strong grip.

"Hello." Eli grumbled, deciding that that was the only thing he could do to make her go away. He closed his eyes as a hint, but he still felt her eyes on him.

"You were looking at Clare Edwards," Eli's eyes snapped open at the sound of the name and glared at the girl. But Imogen was looking at the wall, trying to remember something, "Grade ten. Her best friend is Alli Bhandari. Her parents divorced a couple of months ago and during that time, you claimed to be her rock. Am I right?"

With that, Eli stood up. His body was shaking and he pointed his finger at the girl. She just stared at him, her expression calm and serene, with a smug smile sitting on her lips.

"You-you. Have you been stalking her?" Eli finally sputtered out, trying to make his mouth catch up with his mind. He gripped his cane tightly, trying to steady himself, "Go away. You're scaring me." But when she didn't move, Eli started to limp away, but a strong hand caught him.

"Wait. I haven't been stalking her or you. I just know these things," And a smirk took over her lips as Eli scoffed, "I see how you look at her. I see how your eyes glaze over with want when you see her. I know that you can't think straight without her. I know, Elijah Goldsworthy. I know how much you love her."

Eli scoffed again, but that was all he did. He was actually interested in what she was saying. Imogen narrowed her eyes at his silence and continued.

"And I just don't understand how you can be so in love with someone who hurt you."

At that, Eli walked away again, his leg spreading pain throughout his body. Or maybe that was just his broken heart. "You don't know anything. You don't know me. You don't know Clare. You don't know my feelings. Stay away from me and leave me alone."

"Fine. But I know a way to get over her." Imogen called after him, her tone high and sing-singy, knowing that he'd turn around in a flash. And when the boy did, she sat up smugly, her posture straight and taunting.

"Really?" He scoffed, "Because I'm pretty sure that I tried everything." Eli smirked, but hung his head to hide the pain circling and clinging onto every feature of his face. Imogen walked closer to him and lifted up his limp head and smiled at him, her eyes blinking largely at him.

"You have to break her heart."

"…What?" Eli stepped back in confusion, his cane scraping sharply on the floor and only he winced.

Imogen nodded in enthusiasm and sighed dreamily. "You have to break her heart. You have to show her what she did to you. You have to make her feel the pain that she caused you, Elijah Goldsworthy. And when she falls in love with you again, you'll go to her, and," She crept closer to him, "SNAP! You'll break her heart." Imogen laughed at his startled expression.

Eli stayed very still and looked down at his shoes. He knew what was right. And he knew what was wrong. He felt the devil and the angel arguing on his shoulders and he was pretty sure that he knew who would win the fight.

"That will work?" Eli asked finally, just wanting to be over her. Just wanting to forget the touch of her skin and the taste of her lips and the way she-

"Of course! But, you need the five steps to do just that. And, with my help, you'll be over her in no time." Imogen skipped over to the bench and sat down, her arms behind her head casually. She crossed her legs and watched him ponder the idea.

"What are the steps?" Eli walked over to where she was sitting, and looked at her intensely.

"I can't tell you unless you promise me that you won't back out." Imogen muttered, her eyes closing. Eli wanted to shake her to wake her up.

"But-"

"No, Elijah Goldsworthy. You're either in or out. Pick one. Only one."

Eli licked his dry lips and closed his eyes. He knew that the idea that she proposed was shady and not right, and it might even be dangerous to even do. But, all Eli could think about is getting over her. He thought about how nice it would be to wake up and ot think of her. And to go to bed without the hole in his chest. Clearing his throat, he knew it was time to give her his answer, "Um...yes. Er...I'm in." Eli scratched his head and winced at what he just did.

But Imogen's eyes flew open in delight. "Lovely!" She stood up abruptly and began to walk away, leaving Eli to watch after her in disbelief. He stood up too, ignoring the pain in his leg, and limped after her. "What are you doing? Imogen! What is the first step?"

Imogen turned around, an impish smile on her face. "Meet me by the English wing right before lunch, because right now, ...I have to take care of something." And she skipped away. Her pigtails seemed like an omen to Eli.

And as he watched her, he didn't know why he felt the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

This is NOT going to be a dark fic. It's going to be about...6 or 7 chapters. And I will also continue with my other unfinished stories :)

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