Who You Are Is Not What You've Done

by Nightmares-Of-Quirk

Basically, these are Fitz's feelings after the Boiling Point. I know it's short, but I was thinking about writing more... Maybe. It all depends on whether or not you guys like it. So, please review and maybe this will develop into a story :

How could I screw up this badly?

That was the thought that kept replaying in my head as the cop car drove me further and further away from Degrassi High School. All I wanted to do was scare the kid. How did it get so out of hand? It's not like I was actually going to stab him... I mean, he had it coming! But then again, I guess I did too.

I couldn't help but hate him and I couldn't help but like her. He was weird. He was annoying. He was the sad little emo boy who listened to shitty music. He was the guy who got all A's in English because of his stupid, depressing poetry. Sure, he was probably going somewhere in life- well, probably farther than me anyway- and I didn't doubt he'd end up happy someday.

But still- he didn't deserve her. She was almost perfect. She was the good little Christian girl who actually cared about other people's feelings and getting good grades. She didn't do drugs or hang out with the "bad" kids. Seriously, you could almost see the halo floating above her head. The only problem was... She was his. Not mine. And she deserved better than him. But I guess that meant she deserved better than me, too.

Her kind and my kind weren't even supposed to look at each other. We were from two completely different worlds. She was an angel and I was a failure. But that wouldn't stop me from trying. As soon as I got out- well, if I got out- of juvie or prison or wherever I was going, trying was all I'd be doing.