Degrassi Clare And Eli Novels & Stories

Elliot replied, ending the call. AT THE RESORT PARTY The resort party pulsed with energy. Music throbbed. Bodies swayed. Clara stood near the center of it all, radiant in a shimmering dress, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Elliot and I arrived hand in hand. His neck was covered, but the way he looked at me… well, that said everything. We made our way to Clara. “Elaine’s by the pool,” she said under her breath. “Okay,” I replied, my stomach twisting uncomfortably. I was supposed to flirt… with Elaine? This was going to be a disaster.

“You’ll thank me when you see the photos.” Adrian stepped closer, slipping a proud arm around his son’s shoulders. “You made us proud today, kiddo.” Elias grinned. “You always say that.” “Because you keep earning it,” Adrian replied, voice thick with emotion. Clara joined them a moment later, still in her white dress, her hair catching the sunlight. She greeted them with a soft, polite smile before turning to Elias. “You were incredible up there,” she said, voice warm but trembling just slightly.

Oh no. When they were nearly done eating, she “accidentally” knocked her glass over. The liquid spilled across the table and floor. “Oh no,” Clara said with mock innocence, staring straight at me. “Clean that up, won’t you?” Humiliation burned through me, but I knelt down, cleaning as the laughter in her eyes cut deeper than any blade. And then—the air shifted. The diner door opened. Conversations hushed. Heads turned. Eli walked in. Tall, commanding, dressed in casual elegance. People recognized him instantly. Whispers spread like wildfire. Respect filled the room. Even Mr. Clarke, usually impossible to please, straightened up with sudden politeness.

Eli only snorted before informing me, "Nice try, Tris. I'm telling everyone at the same time." "Spoilsport." "And you still keep ignoring our previous chats in the group chat. Idiot." Eli muttered, giving me a side fake glare. I rolled my eyes with a little chuckle playing across my lips as I made my way into the backyard area, Eli walking right beside me. "Look who I found flirting with Mrs Graece," Eli announced loudly once we were only a few feet away from the whole squad I turned towards Eli with my lips pursed out, "I did no such thing, clown."

I said, my voice cutting through the soft clink of Claire’s silverware. Elias pulled out the chair with a jarring screech against the marble floor. "I had to decide which suit looked more like a cage. This one won by a landslide." He sat down, and the scent of him,something raw and youthful settled over me. I finally looked at him. His eyes were rimmed with a faint redness, a lingering ghost of his grief, but his jaw was set with a hardness that I respected. "Eat, Elias," Claire said, her tone a warning. "The photographers will be here at eight. I won't have you looking gaunt because you’re throwing a silent tantrum."

The audacity was almost impressive. Grace and Eleanor joined in with syrupy smiles, their comments thinly veiled attempts to push Aiden and Claire together. "Claire just got back from Paris," Grace said pleasantly. "She's grown into such a refined young lady." "You two look so elegant together," Eleanor added, casting a pointed glance at me like I wasn't even there. I set down my spoon slowly, my fingers tightening slightly around the cloth napkin in my lap. Did they think I'd just sit here and politely sip my soup while they staged a coup in front of me?

“I’m tired of feeling crazy.” He looked shaken now. “I’m not settling for less,” I said firmly. “Adrian listens. He makes me laugh. He’s emotionally present.” “That’s enough,” Elias snapped. “He wants me,” I said. “Not control. Me.” “That’s enough,” he repeated, stepping back as if I’d struck him. “I see,” he said quietly. “You’ve made your choice.” “That’s not—” “I’m leaving,” he said flatly. “Good night, Clara.”

Far enough to remain underestimated. She pulled the chair back herself and sat. No hesitation. No rush. One leg crossed neatly over the other, hands resting loosely on the table. Relaxed. As if she had all the time in the world. That unsettled them more than arrogance ever could. “Well,” Elliot Graves said lightly, breaking the silence, “this should be interesting.” Elara turned her head just enough to acknowledge him. “If truth interests you, yes.” Daniel Cross cleared his throat. “We weren’t certain you’d attend.”

Nobody asked questions, yet everyone knew. Afterwards, while Elara had stepped outside to feed the birds in the rear gardens, Clarisse overcaught Adrian in the hallway. "She said yes," he conceded before she could get a word in. "I expected," Clarisse smiled tenderly. "She radiates." "So do I, I guess." "You do." Clarisse touched her fingertips to his shoulder and smiled. "You two deserve it." Adrian's tone was gentle. "I never thought I would again." Following breakfast, Elara strolled into the older section of the estate. Curiosity pulled at her feet, and the stillness of the halls provided her space to inhale. Her footsteps brought her finally to the attic—a place she'd never strayed in t

Claire leaned into the cane and took her first step toward the door. Tap. Step. Tap. Step. Every joint protested. But she moved like she owned the pain. --- In the corridor, murmurs swirled as she passed. “Is that—?” “She’s really leaving?” “Where’s Jasper?” “At the aerodrome. Elodie’s returning from her charity tour.” “Of course.” Claire heard all of it. And kept walking. By the time she reached the exit, her pulse drummed in her throat, but her chin stayed high.