Hi Guys! Well, I havn't had much time to write stories lately, but I'm making time. Kate and Campbell truly inspired me, and I feel like I can have a lot of fun with this story!
Disclaimer: As Much As I wish, I do not own Degrassi.
Chapter 1: Too Good To Be True.
It was a new start at Degrassi, one many won't forget. Not only was the uniform rule lifted, but there was quite a few new boys at Degrassi also. I wasn't really sure who they were and quite frankly, she didn't really care. Me, Tristan, and Tori sat through the assembly and talked, and once a thunder of clapping filled the air, I jumped. My eyes shot up and met with someone's on stage, I wasn't really sure who he was, and I was determined he must have been looking at someone else, so I broke the gaze as everyone got up to leave.
"Hey Tori," Maya said quickly, "walk me to French, yes?"
Tori looked at her and nodded, soon the two were walking the halls of Degrassi once again, determined to make this the best school year yet.
"Maya, those hockey players are actually pretty hot, we should go introduce ourselves." Tori said smugly.
"Tori, remember…Zig? You have a boyfriend, and I am honestly not interested in letting one control my life. Music is my passion, my one and only." Kate established.
Before Tori could retaliate, Kate turned into her French class, and she noticed her usual seat was taken. Those eyes, she recongnized them. They kept colliding, fighting for dominance. The boy slowly started to smile, and Kate just went to find another seat.
I can't do this. I can't be falling for someone I don't even know. Who is he? Obviously apart of that hockey team Tori was talking about. Kate, it shouldn't even matter who he is. Boys are not a good idea. You don't need a repeat off…..
Tristan broke Kate out of mental noting, as he started rambling on about this boy he thought was cute, so she focused her attention on him.
"He's sitting right over there, oh my gaaash he is gorgeous!" Tristan ended as he nodded to who he was speaking off. As I looked to who he was motioning to, I groaned. This was going to be one long school year.
