DISCLAIMER: Degrassi isn't miiine.

This came out of nowhere! I wanted something different from the Degrassi school scene and... here this came. This won't be many chapters, but there will be sex in the near future. So I am rating this M. :D

+ Challenger +

"Adam, you know how I feel about parties," I said as he pulled out of my driveway in his dad's pickup truck. I can guarantee that if Morty hadn't chosen today of all days to break down, I'd be out of town, anywhere, to avoid going to this party. I hate any kind of social gathering; anything involving human confrontation was just a bore to me and personally, I'd rather be locked in my bedroom preparing for an impending zombie attack than be around a bunch of drunk teenagers dancing to shitty trance music.

Adam rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat with one hand, his other resting on the steering wheel, focusing on the road. "Look, dude," he said, sounded a little exasperated and disappointed. "Can't you do this for me? Just this once? I need to find a girl, Eli. It's getting pretty bad." His eyes left the road momentarily to lock on mine and what I saw there made me rethink everything that I'd been telling myself all night. I could just stay in the corner all night, and watch everyone make complete fools of themselves while under the influence.

His eyes had been long gone from mine, but I sighed and nodded. "Fine. But just this once. And you so owe me." I caught the grin spread across his face and remembered just exactly why I agreed. It was so rare to see smiles like that from him. All the bullying he goes through daily has really done a number on him and he's been hoping to find someone that'll accept him for who he is and who he wants to be.

The rest of the ride was silent, aside from the Dead Hand blaring from his father's speakers and out occasional voices as we sang along.

The longer it took to get there, I found myself wondering just where the party was, and whose party it was. And then another question dawned on me; "Were you even invited to this party, Adam?"

He was quiet for a little while, grip tightening on the steering wheel, before he finally spoke, "Not exactly..." I raised an eyebrow, hoping we weren't going to be picked up and thrown right out. "But Drew was. And he said that he was allowed to invite whoever he wanted, and that I could bring you if I wanted, to make it less, you know... uncomfortable for me." He shrugged, his grip loosening and his shoulders relaxing. "So, no. They can't just throw us out. Stop thinking so pessimistically." He turned to send me a grin, knowing that he was one-hundred percent correct.

I rolled my eyes. "You got me," I said, and then we were quiet again until, "So whose party is it, anyway?"

"The Coynes."

"The... Coynes," I said, trying to wrap this information around my head. "Like, Declan and Fiona Coyne?" I asked, utterly shocked. He nodded sheepishly. I sighed, exasperated. Of all the peoples' parties that Adam drags me to, it has to be a party that Declan Coyne is running. "Goddammit, Adam."

"Sorry but, you honestly couldn't leave me alone with the sharks, could you?"

"No, I couldn't, but-"

"Good," he said with a grin, ending the argument. Fuck. My. Life. "Almost there!" he yelled as we came up to a huge metal gate with two C's on each side. Of course. Always the fancy rich bastards. Drew was waiting on the side for us, so we'd be let in with him, otherwise we'd be screwed about getting in. It was a guestlist kind of thing, which I honestly found stupid. I will never understand rich people. "Drew," he called and his brother came up to us.

"Took you long enough. It's so lame waiting out here while there's a party with tons of chicks waiting!"

I shook my head. "Let's just get this over with," I muttered and the two Torres brothers smirked back at me. This was going to be a long night.

Somehow I lost Adam, don't know where he went, who he was with, or if he was even still alive. He'd drank few cups of the punch- which I haven't touched yet, because I'm pretty sure it was spiked with some sort of alcohol- and he was probably a little buzzed. I just hoped he didn't pass out somewhere. He is my ride home.

"You're so cute!" I heard a girl's voice to my left and then a familiar laugh. Adam. I turned to look and there was Adam, yes... but he had Fiona hanging on his arm, both smiling and laughing, half-full cups in their free hands. I sighed and shook my head; time to move around again, to find some peace.

I stopped dead in my tracks when a little Indian girl flew past me, hair whipping behind her. She'd almost run me over! Jesus fucking-

"Fuck!" I yelled when someone actually did bump into me. I turned around to growl at the unfortunate soul that came in contact with me, but my anger melted away when my eyes came in contact with the most stunning blue I'd ever seen in my life. She had short, curly, cinnamon-colored hair that bounced as she moved and the cutest little blush painted on her cheeks in embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, biting softly at her lip. Nervously she tried to move around me to keep going her merry way, but my hand on her forearm stopped her. "Um."

"Eli," I said, not really thinking.

She blinked up at me, innocent confusion dancing in her bright sapphires. "Excuse me?"

I smirked. "My name is Eli, and you are?"

"O-oh," she muttered, voice trembling in embarrassment. "C-Clare." She was looking everywhere but at me and I wished that I could make her look at me again; I'd give anything to see those eyes again. They were entrancing, so full of life and innocence... I'd never met anyone like this before.

"Clare," I said softly, loving the way her name rolled off my lips. She looked up at me and I was momentarily lost in those infinite hues. "You have pretty eyes."

A deep blush spread across her face and she looked down with a small, shy smily. "Thanks," she whispered, daring to make eye contact again, if only for a moment. "I'll, uh, see you around?" Dare I dream that I heard hope in her voice?

"I guess you will," I said confidently, a smirk making its' way onto my face. Yes, I was definitely going to see this girl again. I watched as she scurried off in the direction that the little Indian girl went in, not moving until she'd blended in with the crowd and I could no longer see her bouncy curls. She had wonderful, breathtaking curves that separated her from all the other girls. She wasn't disgustingly skinny, and she wasn't anywhere near overweight. She was just perfect and I wanted her. Never have I ever wanted a girl so much at first sight and I felt overwhelmed. I wanted to thread my fingers in her hair, kiss her passionately and take her into a secluded bedroom, behind a fancy locked door. I wanted to hear my name flow repeatedly from her lips until she was screaming and writhing and squirming beneath me. I wanted to make her mine.

Clare...

Clare what? She didn't tell me her last name and I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. How was I supposed to look her up, or ask someone else about her if I didn't know her last name?

"You look a little lost."

I almost jumped at the sudden voice from right behind me. I turned around and came face to face with none other than a smirking Declan Coyne. Wonderful. "What?" I asked, annoyed that he'd approached me.

"That's an awfully rude way to treat the owner of the house you're in, don't you think?" he asked, smug, and I almost groaned. He was right, but that didn't change the fact that we hated each other. He probably only came up to me to annoy the living shit out of me for being in his house. "What are you doing her, anyway? I don't recall you being on the guestlist; how did you get in?"

I scoffed. "Drew was invited, Adam is Drew's brother, I'm Adam's best friend."

"I see," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Well. Go about your business."

He started to walk past me, but I said, "Wait." He raised an eyebrow in question and I continued. "Do you know a girl named... Clare?" I hated asking Declan of all people, but this was his party and he's my best bet. He grinned.

"Clare?" he asked, shaking his head. "Clare Edwards; Prop Master Clare. Of course I know her," he said, laughter apparent in his voice. "She almost got herself strangled by Holly J, but we're good friends now, why?"

I looked down, almost nervous. I've never felt this way for a girl before, not since... No. Not the right time to think about it. I need to move on. I steeled my expression and looked back up at him. "No reason," I said. "She ran into me and I was curious who she was."

A smirk was on Declan's face and I wondered vaguely what I'd gotten myself into. "Clare Edwards... if you're looking to get in her pants, that'll be a challenge. She's got a purity ring glued to her finger and a cross around her neck. Her last boyfriend completely killed any hope she had of finding the boy right for her after he cheated on her with her best friend." His eyes scanned my face, gauging my reaction but I kept my face blank; it was inside my head going haywire. A purity ring? And after one stupid boy, she's afraid? There's no way I'm letting her slip away.

Disappointed by my lack of reaction, he continued, "She immerses herself in school and writes vampire fiction about boys she's infatuated with when she knows she doesn't have a chance with them," he finished with a shrug. "So all in all, I'd say go for a different girl, Goldsworthy. This one's too clean for you. She's different from all the other girls out there."

"Is that a challenge, Coyne?"

I wasn't sure what flashed in Declan's eyes, but it faded as quickly as it came and a smirk spread wide across his face. "Maybe it is. Do you accept?"

I smirked in return. "Maybe I do."

We shook on it and parted ways- him to probably go find that girl of his and me, well... to find my own girl and twist her around me until she admits she's mine. I want her bright blue eyes, shy smile, cinnamon curls and crimson blush. I want her to never again look at anyone but me. Clare Edwards... she was going to be mine.

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