Title: The New Kid
Author: prettypaintedlady
Rating: M for safety
Characters: Eli/Clare, Riley/OC, Zane/Riley
Spoilers: None for this chapter
Warnings: This fic involves Male/Male relationships, cheating, and an original characters.
Summary: "Well, I suppose you already know me, since that not-so-cool intro from the supervisor, but I'm Kameron." It was November, the middle of the school year, right after Thanksgiving break, that Kameron moved to Degrassi.
Disclaimer: Degrassi and the characters in the show do not belong to me. The only character that belongs to me is my original character.
Beta: Sunrise-Over-Boston, a.k.a. the best beta ever. :D
Hello, Degrassi! Here come Kameron Harrison, the new guy!
It was November, the middle of the school year, a little after thanksgiving break, that Kameron moved to Degrassi. His mother got a job as a teacher at another, private school as an art teacher. Kameron didn't want to go to a snotty private school, so Kameron ended up at the closest community high school, which just so happened to be Degrassi High.
Kameron was from the U.S., and had a thick Midwestern accent, so when he walked into the office, the secretary gave him a surprised look and said, "Hello, I'm Kameron Harrison, the new student you should be expecting."
By the time first period was over, Kameron was familiar to the school, all thanks to Clare Edwards. The girl was all bubbly, and sarcastic, but at the same time, she was really easy to talk to, like she always knew what to say. Kameron liked that about her.
So when Clare lead the new student to his second hour class, sculpting, Kameron was surprised, he didn't even notice that they'd been on their way to a class.
"Well, here you are. Just a warning, I heard the teacher is a little weird and, like, gets high or whatever, so he might be a little loopy. Okay?" Clare's warning was cute, like a little joke to lighten up the first-day jitters. Kameron nodded to the girl, and then walked in, catching the eye of many a student and the teacher.
"Ah, hello. Who are you?" The man asked. The teacher was wearing cargo pants and a loose button up shirt, something Kameron didn't expect from a teacher.
"Um, I'm Kameron Harrison. I'm the new student you should be expecting," Kameron smiled slightly, and shrugged, looking around with slight uneasiness.
"Oh, right. I got an email about you over break. Alright," The teacher turns to the class, and says, "Class, this is Kameron. He's the new student in our class. Please treat him like he's one of us, or whatever I'm supposed to say to make every feel comfortable. You can sit down now, Kameron."
Kameron looked around for a free spot a moment. He found one next to a guy in all black. The boy he sat next to quirked an eyebrow at Kameron. "Who said you could sit there?"
"Uh, there isn't anywhere else to sit. Is there a problem with me sitting here?" Kameron set his book down on the table, as if to say, I'm not moving, though.
The boy in black smirked, "I'm just messing with you. I'm Eli."
"Well, I suppose you already know me, since that not-so-cool intro from the supervisor, but I'm Kameron." He shrugged back, twisting in his stool, trying to get comfortable.
"Mr. Jenkins? You get used to it. It's like if you've ever lived out in the country, and the water smells like eggs, you get used to that after a while, too." Eli tapped his pencil, and then the bell rang, cuing class to start.
"Alright class, today, we start making pitchers! You'll be able to use them for actual liquids or whatever you want to use them for. Sound good?" Mr. Jenkins' voice was joyous and loud, as if it was actually fun to spend four days on something totally useless. The class groaned, and Eli rolled his eyes.
Kameron looked at Eli, then the rest of the class. Maybe it was a good thing he'd chosen to go to a public school.