AN: Hey everyone! This story is actually based off a dream I had a few weeks ago. I haven't watched Degrassi in a really long time so some of the characters might be a bit OOC. Also I might not be including some characters because I don't know them well enough. But I really wanted to get this out there because I think it's an interesting concept so bear with me! Reviews are greatly appreciated!
She stood in front of the mirror. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was streaked with tears. But she didn't see any of it. All she could see was Zig's angry face, his green eyes narrowed at her in frustration.
"This is all your fault!" he cried.
The words echoed in her mind, coursing through her veins like poison. And she believed them.
What you have to understand before I tell you this story, is that despite Zig's words this was not entirely Maya Matlin's fault.
Yes, it was partly her fault. But this story, just as many before it, has more than one character.
A List of People Zigmund Novak Conveniently Forgot:
The senior who just wanted to have a little fun
The friend that gave up
The sad boy that was tired of hurting
Though they had their reasons, all three of these people are just as guilty as the girl who just wanted to forget.
And soon you will find out why.
But first we must start at the beginning.
At the night that changed many lives.
I remember it was raining, the sky was a deep shade of black. A foreboding sign of what was coming.
To some it was the anniversary of a tragedy, to others it was just a normal day.
Drew Torres was one of the latter.
He and new his girlfriend, Becky Baker had been fighting for a little over a week. And that day in school, during a heated argument, they hit their breaking point. Becky broke things off and stormed away in tears.
Knowing that his friend was irritated and embarrassed by his ex's outburst, Dallas decided to take it upon himself to cheer Drew up.
Another player in this game.
He decided that they should have a house party while Drew's parents were away for the night.
Drew, looking for any opportunity to escape the lonely feeling that accompanies a breakup, happily agreed.
So they bought the beer, tweeted an invite to everyone and anyone, turned the music up, kicked back and relaxed.
Meanwhile, a certain girl was sitting alone in her room playing her cello. She had asked to be alone tonight and no one argued.
Though she tried not to, she couldn't stop thinking about him.
The sad boy who was tired of hurting.
In the past year a lot had changed, she had changed. She had moved on and started feeling better.
She didn't think that today would be so hard.
She was wrong.
May 8, 2014, the year anniversary of Campbell Saunders's death. How could she ever forget?
She shook her head, it should be easy.
He's gone and he's not coming back. He made a choice, there's no use being so sad.
But she was. No matter what she said or did, today she could not bury that feeling of loss.
She assumed that was normal, but it didn't make it any easier.
When she first read the tweet from Drew Torres, she thought nothing of it.
But as she sat there, the music flowing gently from her fingers, it started to appeal to her.
Perhaps a party could make this feeling go away.
Cam wouldn't have wanted her locked up in her room all night.
Finally she made her decision. With a small sigh, she put her cello away. Then quietly, she snuck out her bedroom window.
The next morning the headache woke her up. It was an unbearable, pounding pain radiating from the center of her skull. The nausea didn't hit until a few seconds later.
She could sense sunlight shimmering beyond her closed eyes, but the thought of facing it made her stomach turn.
How many drinks had she had last night?
She tried desperately to remember the party from the night before but all she could remember were bits and pieces.
That was never a good sign…
Suddenly there was a deep groan and some rustling beside her. She tried very hard to keep absolutely still and soon the room went quiet again.
She was now very aware of the warmth of another person beside her.
After counting very slowly to ten she opened her eyes.
She was laying in an unfamiliar, messy room.
Sunlight streamed in from behind Degrassi blue curtains.
But that was not what made her head throb the most.
She looked down at her own body. It was wrapped in a tangle of blankets and upon further inspection it was confirmed that she was in fact, completely naked.
Maya Matlin wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what was going on.
But she didn't want to.
There was another soft groan from the person beside her.
They're waking up! She thought frantically.
She could worry about what happened later, right now she needed to get out of here!
She searched her side of the room for her clothes with her heavy eyes.
When she had found the majority, she slipped from the blankets and onto the floor.
Cautiously, she crawled on all fours to her scattered clothing.
She quickly pulled the discarded articles on.
Bra, underwear, jeans…
Where the hell is my shirt? She thought.
Her mind came to the only conclusion. It had to be on the other side of the room.
But the sleeping figure, whoever it was, was also on the other side of the room. And she was not ready to face that.
But she couldn't just walk home without a shirt!
Finally she sighed, closed one eye, and tip toed to the other side of the room.
She didn't make it very far.
She misjudged the distance and ran into a desk, causing a cup of pencils, paper clips, and one marble to hit the hardwood floor with a shatter.
The sleeping figure finally woke up. He sat straight up and stared at the flustered, hung over blonde girl.
"What's going on?" He asked, startled.
The blonde girl's lip quivered as she finally turned to face her fear. Her heart dropped at the sight of his face. Drew Torres's face.
This was bad, very, very bad.
"I can't find my shirt." She said simply. And then she sunk down to the floor.
Drew looked around and assessed the situation. He knew the girl sitting in front of him was Katie Matlin's little sister, but he couldn't for the life of him remember her name.
The party had gotten a bit out of hand last night, and he'd had a few too many. But could he really have slept with his ex's little sister?
There's no way.
He looked her up and down. She was so little, no older than a sophomore.
He cleared his throat. "Do you remember anything from last night?" he asked her.
She shook her head slowly.
"Did we…?" He didn't have to finish his question. The girl blushed a deep shade of red.
"I think so, yes." She answered him.
Her voice sounded tired and scared.
The guilt set in then, it started eating away at Drew's heart like a parasite.
And I'm telling you right now, he'll be feeling that a lot in this story.
"Just take one of my shirts from the closet." He instructed her. "It'll get you home."
He didn't want to look at her anymore, he wanted her gone as soon as possible.
What had he been thinking?! He needed to call Becky. He needed to apologize, he needed to beg for her back. Somehow that would make this all better.
The young girl nodded and grabbed a shirt quickly. Then she made for the door.
"Hey listen, you aren't going to tell anyone about this are you?" Drew asked her. She didn't look like she wanted to, but he had to be sure.
She shook her head. "It stays between us." She whispered.
Drew nodded and the girl ran out the door.
He thought that it would end there.
He thought wrong.
Zig woke up on an unfamiliar couch with a nagging hang over to the sound of a screaming woman.
He sat up slowly and came face to face with an angry Audra Torres.
"Well look who finally decided to wake up." She said to him. "The party is over. Now get out of my house! If you hurry I'm sure you can catch half-naked blondie and give her that shirt back."
Zig looked down at the light pink bundle balled up in his hands and his heart dropped.
He looked down at himself. His pants were only half on and the rest of his clothes were a disheveled mess.
He had a memory of Maya on top of him, their lips pressed together. But that was it. That's all he could remember…
Did they…?
"Are you deaf? The party is over. Leave and don't come back." Audra told him, looking very annoyed.
Zig pulled himself back together and fixed his clothes on the way out the door.
Maya must've run out before he woke up…
He needed to talk to her. He needed to fix this.
2 months later…
Maya had been avoiding everyone since that night. Zig had found her once and wanted to talk, but she told him to pretend the night never happened.
That's what she was trying to do.
She was ashamed and embarrassed of herself.
She had lost her virginity that night and she couldn't remember a thing about it.
Summer had brought a welcome chance for isolation but as the days wore on she realized it wouldn't be so easy to forget that night.
She had missed two periods… and that was very unusual for her. There was also the puking for no apparent reason.
These were not good signs.
So one warm July morning instead of heading to the pool with friends or sleeping in like a normal teenager, Maya found herself standing alone in a convenience store bathroom waiting for a timer to go off.
That morning marks the day Maya Matlin's life was shattered.
She was pregnant.