Realism Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ My Degrassi Love Story *Season 10* ❯ Arrival ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter One/ Arrival
As I looked up from the front doors of Degrassi High, my heart raced. Something told me today was gonna rock.
Of course, I was a new student, so things wouldn't be the same as my old school. But, I'd just have to get used to
change. "Hi, welcome to Degrassi. My name is Mr. Simpson, your new Principal. The Administration booth is to your
right, the lady there will give you any info you need to know about Degrassi. I hope you enjoy your time here,"
recited, as I know now, Mr. Simpson. He seemed cool. Maybe the kids here would be, too. The lady at the
Administration booth handed over the pieces of paper filled with writing. Then smiled, and turned to the person
standing behind me. Okay, then. What do we have here? I walked while I read, unaware of what direction or what was in my direction
Paper one: Founder of Degrassi, head of district, yada, yada. Paper two: Locker number, locker combo, and class
scheduel. Paper three: Student code of conduct, which is code for, what student's can and cannot do. Blah. And...
Wham!! Head on collision of me, and a very cute guy. Great, my first screw up in the first, ten minutes? Wow, new
record. His papers, followed by mine, fluttered to the floor. He kneeled down to reach them. Then returned mine to
me. "Sorry about that. I was reading and not paying attention to where I was headed," I smiled. Hoping he wouldn't
freak. "No worries. Have you found your locker yet?" "Uh, no. I just got here." "Are you new here?" "Yeah, you?"
He smiled, "Yeah. Can I help find your locker?" "Yes, I'd like that," I responded as if he'd just asked me out. Which,
of course, would be a yes. He's a total cutie. "What's your name?" I asked him nicely. "Eli." "Oohhh, I like it." He
smiled. "Don't you wanna know mine?" "I already do, Abby. You know what?" "What?" "Our names sound really good
together." "Eli...and...Abby, hmm... I LOVE it!! Maybe it's a sign!" I laughed. He laughed, too. "Yeah, who knows. We just
may date." "Wouldn't that be...something." "Something. Wait, the good something or the bad something?" "Is there
ever a good or bad something?" "Depends." "Oh, okay. We may not even last," I said. We. I loved that, us. We just
met, but I have already fallen, hard, for him. Eli. "I hope we do." "If we do." "Why not?" He pretend-pouted. "I never
said no." "Well, I never asked." "Well, maybe you should. "Maybe I will," he winked. "Are you?" "Yes." "When?" "Now,
Abby, will you go with me to The Dot after school today?" "I may be busy, but I can squeeze you in." We both smiled.
Ahhh, things were already great! "Oh, here we are! Your locker is number...168, and mine is....167," he grinned
playfully. "Aw, man!" He frowned, "What?" "We're right by the bathroom!" "Ohhh, okay good." "Good? Oh, you
thought I didn't wanna be by you, right?" "Right." "Wow, I like you. You're so direct, like me." "Thanks."
"Hmm, homeroom is next, and I have...Media Immersions, you?" "Umm...yeah, same." "Awesome! First subject?"
"English, Kwan." "Science, Hotsalacos (sp?)" "Oh, okay. Well, off to homeroom?" "After you," he smiled, God I love his
smile! All through homeroom with Mrs. Oh, I kept glancing at the seat next to me, Eli's seat. He had left to the
restroom 14 minutes ago! Yes, I have been counting. I raise my hand and do the 'I gotta pee' dance. Mrs. Oh
understands, and nods. She is as cool as Mr. Simpson, or should I say, Principal Simpson? I don't know. I turned
the corner to find Eli, sitting on the floor against the wall next to the boy's washroom. His arms are crossed over his
knees with his head lying facedown ontop of them. So sweet and innocent. But why here and why now? I sit next to
him. He notices, and looks up. When he sees its me, his face turns from worry, to relief, then happiness. "I knew
you'd come," he winks. "Why?" "Let me guess, for the last," he checks his watch before continuing,"16 minutes, you
have been watching the clock awaiting my return," he says thoughtfully with no expression. I was afraid to answer.
So, I blushed as my answer. He smiled. "So you feel the same way?" "How?" "Like there is a reason we're together?"
"Yeah. Why?" "I would say love, but we just met this morning." We sighed in unison. Then smiled at eachother, as we
stared at each others eyes for what seemed ike hours, or at least until the bell rang. "Do you feel something when
you look into my eyes?" "Yes," he answered breathless. Me too, I thought to myself. Me too....