DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DEGRASSI IN ANYWAY SHAPE OR FORM. DO YOU THINK I WOULD BE TYPING THIS IF I DID?
For those who read my other stories, they will be up before the end of March; I just wanted to change a few things. To satisfy your craving for my stories I'm putting this one up about the first time Degrassi's oldest rebels met.
"I told you, they aren't mine!" Shit, I know this cop. Damn, why does Toronto have a small police force? I think I know every cop in the whole god damn force, even the rent-a-cops. The officer smirked and tightened the cuffs around my wrists.
"Ms. Ramirez, I believe they aren't yours, as much as I believe pigs fly and penguins live in the desert." The officer said, through a slight laugh. I rolled my eyes and gave him an annoyed look. Do they ALL have to be sarcastic?
"Look, officer, this isn't even my jacket, it's my boyfriend's" He pushed me towards the exit of the office. I put my heel to the carpet, to try and slow him down. "I swear, they aren't mine"
He got me out the door and grabbed me by the cuffs, "Look, Ms. Ramirez, I'll give you a chance, since you need to go to school and The Hall isn't good for little girls." I sneered as he said 'little girls'. What? Am I eight? I nodded, The Hall wasn't bad, but it wasn't my ideal place either. "Ms. Ramirez, I will transfer you to Degrassi Community School. It's the closest school to your house besides this one, plus you need to work on some people skills and a new start will help." Oh god, is this cop really serious? People skills? C'mon, you can think of something better can't you officer? And why does he have to call me 'Ms. Ramirez?' God, I have a name other than that stupid last name!
I nodded "Sir, if I'm not going to the Hall or downtown, can I at least be let out of these cuffs? Or can they at least be loosened?" I asked, the annoyance and anger audible in my voice, I could tell. The stupid bastard shook his head
"I'm sorry, Ms. Ramirez. It is standard, since you are a repeat offender." He smirked and led me to the squad car. Opening the door, he shoved me in the backseat.
"WATCH IT! DAMN! I'M NOT A BOX OF TOMATOES!" I shouted at him. He had already slammed the door in my face and didn't hear me. I scowled, the bastard. He got in the driver's seat and turned to face me, "You're items can be retrieved from your locker after the school day is over, you have 1 hour to gather your things and get off campus 30 minutes after school is out of session. We can't let you do it now; god only knows where you'll run off to."
I nodded; getting my stuff wasn't something on my list of things to do.
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I walked in the school doors, an officer on my tail. Damn, am I really THAT bad? I directed myself to the front office, where some secretary was sitting, spraying water on some kind of plant. The officer cleared his throat and the secretary turned around. She looked up at me with accusing eyes and I looked away, she cleared her throat.
"Officer Grady," she greeted, her voice was small and calm "Is this the student?" She asked, "Alexandria Ramirez?" I turned my attention back to the bitch of a secretary and the officer nodded and leaned against the counter thing. "This is her, the school should have all her paperwork and needed forms" he said, his voice plain and professional. Needed forms? What? Am I a dog? I scowled and watched as the secretary person typed a couple things in the computer and smiled. "Yes, she is fine; I'll just print a copy of her schedule, locker number and combination." I rolled my eyes and adjust the bag slung over my shoulder. With an annoyed groan I watched as the printer whirred to life and a paper was ejected from it. The lady handed me the paper and I snatched it from her hand, without a word.
I turned and began down the hall, in an attempt to pretend I was going to find my class. The officer caught up with me. Shit, why do they all think I'm going to run off and cause chaos? The officer grabbed my shoulder as I passed a door and I stopped in my tracks. Turning back around, I faced the officer and he knocked. The door opened and the officer pushed me inside the classroom, before stepping in himself and leaning against the closed door. I looked at who I assumed was the teacher and waited for a welcome or something, like always. The teacher was a young-looking Asian girl. The class had quieted down and was now staring at me and then glancing at the officer after a few seconds of staring at me.
Great, just what I need. An awkward moment. The teacher smiled politely and turned to the class "Class, this is Alexandria Ramirez, a new stu-"
"I prefer Alex" I cut in, looking at the teacher with a taunting gaze, as if challenging her to say something in response. But, she just continued her sentence, "-a new student here at Degrassi. She transferred here from Cody High and I expect you all to make her as comfortable as possible an-. JASON HOGART!" I turned my gaze to a boy, who was pulling out of a kiss with a thin blonde-haired, slutty looking girl. He had dirty blonde hair, himself, but I could hardly tell, since it was hidden by a black cap. He looked like shit. The boy smirked and leaned his chair backwards, a playful look on his face. "Yeah?" he asked, that look on his face not changing. I glanced behind me, the officer seemed to disappear. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the boy.
"Mr. Hogart, are we in your guys' way? Do you need some privacy?" The teacher asked, the boy, who I think the teacher called Jason, what a terrible name, smirked and nodded.
"Yeah, we need some privacy" he retorted, a smirk sliding the goofy grin off his face.
The teacher rolled her eyes, "Oh, how very anti-social you are, Mr. Hogart, maybe you would like to join me in detention after-school, maybe that'll teach you how to be social enough to refrain from sticking your tongue down others' throat."
Jason just smirked and nodded "Whatever" he mumbled, setting his chair down with a thump and a screech. The teacher winced as the sound echoed through the room.
"And, Mr. Hogart, I think you should stay an extra hour to learn how to sit in a chair correctly." She sighed and turned back to me. "As I was saying, Alexandria, you will sit in the chair next to Jason. Since it is the only chair remaining, if you want to change just tell me." I rolled my eyes and nodded. Stuffing my hands into the pockets of my cargos, I took my place. Jason glanced at me, "So, what'd you do so bad that you have to be dragged in here with a cop?" he asked, looking back at the teacher as she began some boring lesson. I stared at my nails, pretending to care more about my nails than anything else, "I have a record and the cops are bastards" I said, in a monotone, not looking up from my nails.
He laughed quietly, and leaned back in his chair, "You don't seem the 'bad girl' type"
"Well, I am, and are you gonna stop asking me stupid questions or do I have to sock you?"
"Feisty"
God, is this kid hot or what?
I rolled my eyes.
"Jay, by the way" he said, after a moment or two of silence.
I looked at him "What? People in Toronto naming their kinds after letters now?"
He shook his head "It's short for Jason" he replied, hissing at his full name.
"I'm Alex, and I sorta figured that it was Jason after Miss Bitch screamed at you."
"One day here and you're chewing everyone out" he smirked and turned to me, "I like it"
"Thanks, but I'm not looking for compliments" I glanced up at him, "What's so bad about you? What have you done that's so terrible?"
"I did what I felt like" he responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, people seem to think that's a bad thing" I said, I knew there were hints of sarcasm in my voice, I didn't mean it, it wasn't really a statement that should be sarcastic.
"And I thought you were slow" he retorted, sarcasm, once again.
I rolled my eyes at him "Make another comment like that and you'll be slow"
He smiled and the dismissal bell rang. "Lunch, damn," he sighs and grabs a ratty looking bag from the floor, "you wanna hang with me?"
Should I? What if this kid's a rapist? Well, I can handle myself pretty good. Well…
"Fine," I reply, standing and slinging my bag over my shoulder.
He smirked and we walked out of the class and down the hall.