Title-I'll See You Next Tuesday
Disclaimer-I don't own Total Drama Island, Action or World Tour. That makes me sad.
Notes-This is my first multi-chapter fic. I still haven't decided whether it'll have 4 chapters or more. Guess I'll find out once I write it all out. This is an AU fic, so TDI never happened. This was a one-shot, but it got really really long. I hope whoever reads it likes it. It may not be good. Please no flames but constructive criticism is welcomed. Anyways, on with the story. Oh and not all the pairings have been established, so if you have a request for a pairing let me know.
Pairings-Gwen/Alejandro , Eventual Duncan/Izzy. Others mentioned.
Chapter 1-
"I don't see why I have to go mom." Gwen told her mother. The two were sitting in the car on the way to Gwen's first group therapy session. Her mother looked at her daughter for a second before turning her attention to the road. The goth heard her mother sigh before responding.
"You know you have to go. And I won't let you talk me out of it sweetie," her mother said," besides Dr. Jones said it may prove to be helpful for you."
Gwen frowned. Dr. Jones was her psychologist, who she had been seeing for the past two years after the accident. She turned to her mother with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Then she should go instead of me. I think she may be the crazy one." Her mom looked at her with a frown, which was unusual. Sighing in defeat Gwen leaned in the car seat and looked out the window.
"Fine, I'll go." The goth muttered. They drove in silence until they pulled up to the driveway of the building. Her mother cut the engine and turned to her daughter.
"Try to talk honey."
"I make no promises."
"Maybe those kids will be able to help you." She offered.
"I doubt it."
"Well I'll be at work so Duncan is picking you up." Her mother told her. That was a miracle. Even though Duncan had moved in with her and her family she hardly ever saw him anymore. He usually hung around his girlfriend, Courtney. And they couldn't stand each other.
"All right." Gwen said. Grabbing her bag she opened the passenger side door and got out and headed to the front door of the building. Opening the front door, Gwen walked up to the receptionist.
"Hi. Can I help you?" the blonde receptionist asked. The goth noticed her name tag said her name was Blaineley.
"I have a 3:30 appointment with Mr. McLean."
"Are you new?"
"Yes."
"Okay," Blaineley said. She pulled out a slip of paper with the room number on it and handed it to Gwen, "Here you are. That will tell you were to go."
Nodding her response Gwen headed toward the elevator. The blonde receptionist watched her until she was out of sight.
'I really need a drink after work.' She thought to herself.
'Room 603' Gwen thought to herself. She looked around until she found it. 'This is it.' She stood out in the door and listened to other teens in there talk among themselves. Deciding not to go in, Gwen turned and went to walk away, but was stopped by a voice.
"Hey where do you think you're going little Missy?" the goth heard a voice say. Turning around she crossed her arms across her chest.
"Home," Gwen told him, "this is a waste of my time and yours."
"Even if that were true, you still can't leave. Now get in here."
Gwen sighed and uncrossed her arms.
"I'm telling you it's a waste of time."
"That's what everyone says at first. I'm Mr. McLean by the way. But call me Chris."
"Gwen."
""I've been expecting you. This place needs a newbie. It's been really boring."
"Tough luck, 'cause I won't be saying much. So it'll be boring regardless."
"We'll see." He said. Gwen rolled her eyes. She walked up beside him and the two walked into the room. The teens immediately seized their conversations to look at Gwen. Frowning, she looked at the floor. She hated when people stared at her.
"Thank gosh someone new. Now I don't have to talk about myself for awhile." A voice spoke up after moments of awkward silence.
"Why don't you tell the class your name and then you can take a seat wherever you want."
"Gwen." She muttered under her breath. Without looking up she walked up to an empty seat and sat down. Gwen dropped her book bag on the floor beside her and crossed her arms across her chest again.
"So do you want to start today's session?" Chris asked her.
"Not really, no." she replied.
"Okay. Why doesn't everyone introduce themselves first and then one of you could start talking? Maybe share your story so Gwen could feel comfortable."
"I'm D.J. and that kid over there with the toque is Ezekiel."
"Hi. I'm Sadie."
"Justin."
"Heather."
"Hey, I'm Bridgette."
"Hi. My names Lindsay. I like your hair."
Heather scoffed. "Don't lie to her, Lindsiot."
"I wasn't lying. Why are you so mean?"
"Shut it both of you. Or I'll beat you to a pulp," a girl said. She turned to face Gwen. "My names Eva."
"Whatever." The Asian replied.
"I'm Izzy. And I like to burn stuff!" The goth raised her eyebrow.
"Izzy! I said introduce yourself not scare the new girl."
"Oops. Sorry."
"Alejandro."
"Sierra."
"There. Now that everyone has introduced themselves who wants to start?"
The 12 teens all looked at each other. No one said anything.
"Seriously? No one wants to start? Fine let's talk about school. Then we can get Chef to come in for snacks while I decide which one of you shares their story." Chris said. He turned to D.J. "Did you pass the math final?"
"Nah. I failed. I tell you I'm bad at math. Teacher is letting me take a re-test though."
"That's good. How's your mom?"
"Good. Doctor says she's doing better everyday." The brick house told them with a smile.
"I got detention today." Eva said with a shrug.
"What for?" Izzy asked.
"I beat up a boy."
"Why would you beat up a boy?" Chris asked her.
"He called all women weak then picked me last for his team. So, I punched him square in the nose."
"Cool." The red head replied.
"Ouch," Justin said, "stay away from my face, please."
"As long as you don't say something stupid and stay out of my way. You have nothing to worry about."
"Good to know."
They continued to talk until someone came in with a tray of snacks.
"Chef! You have good timing as always I see."
"Whatever. When are you going to pay me?"
"I sent your check in the mail."
"Good." He said on his way out.
"Well, help yourselves. And when you guys are done, Bridgette you can start sharing your story."
"Damn." The blonde surfer muttered under her breath. As they ate in mostly silence Gwen noticed someone staring.
"Why are you staring at me?"
"No reason," Alejandro said, "you just look familiar is all."
Minutes later he was still staring.
"Stop staring."
"Sorry. But I just realized who you are. We go to the same school."
"Oh the joy. But you know it's rude to stare."
"Noted chica."
"Stop hitting on the new girl Alejandro. Seriously, it makes me sick how you hit on every girl." Heather spat.
"Aww are you jealous?"
"No."
"And I don't hit on every girl. For one, I never hit on you. And two, I wasn't hitting on Gwen."
"Sure. I believe you." The pretty Asian muttered.
"Okay kiddies, you had enough time to eat. Bridgette, time to start."
"I was afraid of that." The surfer muttered.
"Whenever you're ready." Chris told her. Bridgette took a deep breath and nodded even though she had gone through the process of telling her story, this was her first time telling the group. Needless to say it was still hard to talk about it.
"Okay."
Note- That the first chapter. So please no flames. But constructive criticism is welcomed. To those who read this, let me know what you think. And thanks to anyone who reads this. And please forgive any errors. Until next time, bye. =) And sorry for the title.