Disclaimer: Yeah... You should know what this mean by now, but if you don't, it means that I don't own the show Degrassi TNG or Degrassi or any of its characters.
A/N: This is an experimental series that I have been doing when the thoughts come to me (they're a bit random so the updates will be random if I continue with this). So this story takes place at the end of the current school year. There are some things changed like J.T is alive, though he was stabbed. Anyway, read and tell me what you think!
Degrassi Generations: No Turning Back
1. Ghosts of Yesterday
(Toronto)
There were no words to describe just how she truly felt at this moment. Frightened was a good start and paranoid took it a bit further, but nothing truly described her completely. However, this was it. This was the last day of school. And as much as she hated the thought of being in a building that restricted one's choice in clothing, it was the only place she felt safe.
"Hey Bianca!" the voice came from her past, again, but this time in a good way. She turned to give Imogen Moreno her full attention. "News update! Christian's getting out soon!"
Bianca gave a sarcastic smile. "Great. Your brother."
"Uh, your friend." stated Imogen. "But I guess you've lost more than your dignity over the years."
Bianca had a snappy comeback, but something caught her words in her throat. Christian DeVinne (pronounced like divine) was Imogen's older half-brother. While Bianca and Imogen hardly cared for one another, Christian was once a part of the gang along with Vince and Anson, as well as a friend of Ron-Ron. At one point, Bianca thought of him as Owen's mentor as Owen, in his younger years, idolized the boy.
"Imogen! Wait!" Bianca called. The "cat-eared" girl stopped and stared with an annoyed look. "When does he get out? I'd like to speak with him."
"Today," was Imogen's response. "But I'm sure you'll be way to busy with Drew or some other guy. You know. The usual."
"Listen, I need his help so-"
"He's not going back for you!" Imogen loudly interrupted, drawing attention to the two in the hallways.
Bianca actually gasped. Imogen has always been a little edgy, but this was truly unexpected. Then again, Christian did everything for his "Immy" even if that meant trespassing onto another school, finding two boys that were constantly picking on her, and beating the living out of them… Well, close to beating the living out of them.
"Please… It's Vince and the others." Bianca said quietly.
Imogen twisted her lips in a thoughtful manner before releasing a dramatic sigh.
"Fine. He'll be at his dad's house, or so that's what my mom says." Imogen stated. "Don't get him thrown back in prison Bianca DeSousa or Vince will be the last person you have to worry about."
Bianca begrudgingly nodded before Imogen walked away. No one knew the real Imogen. She was more like Christian than a lot of people know with a stalk-ish side to her. While Christian had other people to be his eyes and ears, Imogen relied on herself.
But when Bianca saw a small skip in Imogen's step to catch up with Eli, she smiled. If anyone could put the others in their place, Christian DeVinne was the person to do it.
Now, if only she could find Drew…
(Los Angeles)
The starlet groaned in protest as she trudged to the door. Whoever it was that was ringing her doorbell at nine in the morning was surely going to get the hell beaten out of them if it was the last thing she did.
Opening, the door, brown eyes lit up.
"Mia!"
"Manny!"
The two girls exchanged hugs, model to actress before releasing.
"Come in!" Manny Santos exclaimed before nearly dragging Mia into the house. "When'd you get to L.A? Where's Bella? How long-"
"Whoa, overload." Mia said with a laugh. "Deep breath, Manny."
Manny sighed heavily. "Okay… I'm calm."
"I came here to find you and Jane, but she's got classes soon so I thought I'd find you instead." replied Mia. "You look great!"
"Look who's talking!" Manny replied. "You came at a busy time though… I'm planning to fly back to Toronto to see Jay and Em." Mia frowned. "Jay and I are dating."
"Oh." Mia said. "Um, I'm happy for you." Manny tilted her head in curiosity. "H-how's J.T doing?"
"Oohhh…" Manny let out. "You came here for me to be the bridge that connects you to J.T over the river of Liberty." Mia smiled at the analogy. "Well, he lives in Toronto with his son." Mia gasped. "Yeah, he went to find him. His physical rehab went great, but I'm sure he's told you that already. Um, that's about it. Still works at the same place with a better check. Liberty still hates that she loves him and loves to hate him at times. They're not dating though. And he annoys Emma every now and again."
"I have some time to myself so if you don't mind…" Mia's words dragged off causing Manny to roll her eyes.
"You can so come visit with me." Manny said with a smile. Her smile then dropped. "But where's Bella?"
"Oh, she and my mom are still in France. She takes ballet classes now and she did not want to miss a day with her meilleures amies in that class." Mia stated. Manny gave her a curious stare. "Best friends."
"Why didn't you just say that?" Mia smiled as Manny led her into the large kitchen. "Hungry? I'm an excellent cook now."
"I guess." Mia said. "So have you seen his son?" Manny nodded. "Really? When?"
"Didn't Jane tell you? Emma and Spinner got married last year." Manny said. "I'm going up there to make sure that she hasn't turned into another Black Widow."
Mia giggled. "Why do you say that? Is Spin that bad of a husband?"
"No. Emma's just short-tempered on certain topics." Manny said. Manny did not get a reply, causing her to cast a glance at Mia before smiling. "I swear he isn't dying anytime soon Mia. Jesus, stop thinking about him already."
"You're no help." Mia said.
"Well, after breakfast, we'll board on a plane and get out of here? Deal? You can start a catfight with Liberty after we land." Manny said.
"Thank you. I'd appreciate another terrible graduation scene." Mia replied.
"Anything for my modeling friend." Manny said before the two shared a laugh.
(Bournemouth)
The phone rang once more before Ashley Kerwin answered it, careful not to disturb her sleeping partner beside her.
"Hello? she asked tiredly.
"Ash, it's been too long." Ashley groaned.
"Mom, it's been four months." Ashley swore that sometimes her mother was a little overbearing, even though she was grown and on her own. "Is something wrong with Jeff or Toby?"
"Actually, no. I just missed you." Kate said. "So, how are you and Justin?"
"Sleepy." Ashley replied. "Big show last night."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll call back later. Bye honey." Kate said.
"Mom, please don't go bothering Toby either because he's going to call me and tell me." Ashley stated.
Kate sighed and Ashley swore she heard her mother's pout.
"That's not fair."
Ashley smiled. "I'll call you later Mom."
"Thanks. Bye."
"Bye." Ashley hung up before lying back down. There was silence in her home before the sound of a baby crying reached her ears. "Come on Rosalyn… Please…"
"She's like your mother." Justin Daniels said tiredly beside his girlfriend. Ashley grabbed her pillow from beneath her head to hit him with it, eliciting a tired laugh. "She is."
Ashley sat up in bed for the second time that day.
"I'll feed her and put her back to sleep… I really wish she goes back to sleep." Ashley said.
Justin sat up and rubbed his tired blue eyes before looking at Ashley.
"I'll put some tea on. Might as well get up now." he told her. "By the way, Craig called. Something about a duet he was working on."
Ashley sighed. "This day just keeps getting better and better."
(Toronto)
Toby Isaacs was a man of few words outside of the game show he hosts. He and his roommate had gone from polar opposites to men of identical situations. Well, except for the current five-years-old boy running around making airplane noises, they were practically alike in everything else.
"I now know why they did it," J.T said as he slumped onto the sofa beside Toby, who was typing on his laptop. "They gave me Sammy back because he tires them all out. I hate summer vacation!"
Toby grinned. "Look at the bright side, Liberty is going to come and take Sammy away for a few days and you'll have all the- No way."
"No way what?" J.T asked with his eyes closed.
"You remember Hazel? As in Hazel Aden?" J.T gave a small tired nod. "Says she coming to town and she wants to see me."
J.T frowned. "I thought you said you two haven't talked-"
"Since the Kendra incident? We haven't." Toby said. "But I guess she wants to talk. What do you think?"
"Better than having nothing to do for the weekend." J.T responded before his cell phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hey." it was Emma.
"Oh, Mrs. Mason. It's lovely to hear from you since you kicked me out the last time I was at your house." J.T said.
"Well maybe you shouldn't make such crude jokes about Spin's meals. You know I don't eat meat so he has to work around that. And I love him greatly for that." Emma said. J.T gave a silent gag, causing Toby to smirk at his friend's childish antics. "But… Manny's coming down here soon and when she gets here, I want us all to get together. So be prepared to see your exes. All three of them to be exact."
"All three…?" J.T repeated.
"Yep! Mia's coming with her so be on your best behavior James or else." Emma told him.
J.T sighed. "Me and my darn luck…"
"Look on the bright side," stated Emma. "How many people can say they dated an actress and a model?"
"So when they kill me, that's what I should be happy about? Thanks Em. I really needed that." J.T replied.
"Oh be quiet. You and I both know that you like Manny, miss Mia, and love Liberty." J.T sighed. "Get over it J.T. You knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. They are friends. Well Manny is friends with both of them and you so…"
"You wait until Kelly resurfaces. Then we'll see who gets the last laugh." J.T said.
"Yeah, yeah. Just be here, okay? And tell Toby for me." Emma said.
"Sure."
"Alright. See ya later! Tell Sammy I said hi!"
"Bye." J.T said as the two hung up. "Manny's visiting. Be there." Toby glanced at J.T, knowing something else was said. "Oh, and my last will and testament is in my pillow case." Toby frowned. "When I step in-between Mia and Liberty again, it might happen."
"Oh right. Exes…" Toby said. "Well, look on the bright side. I can raise Sammy Jewish."
"My life sucks." J.T said while Toby laughed.
(Toronto)
Drew Torres has been known by many things, and for the majority of the female population, they were at one time great things. He hardly heard these praises anymore… Still, he was still Drew. Too bad the new Drew would probably get him in more trouble than he thought.
And it was all because of one Bianca L. DeSousa.
"Hey man," K.C said, catching up with Drew. "Where have you been? Jenna has been driving me crazy these past few days."
"Sorry. I have more important things to do." Drew stated.
"Like what? Get jumped?" K.C questioned.
Drew remained silent, letting that one joke pass for the moment. He did have better things to do, like staying alive.
Walking into the boys' bathroom, he saw Dave Turner washing his hands. Since the big radio fiasco, the two hardly said three words to each other. And while they stood face-to-face, Drew had one thing on his mind.
That was all about to change.
Without warning, Drew punched Dave with enough force to knock the other boy backwards. With the element of surprise and brute force, Drew was able to follow up with two more successful blows before stomping Dave onto the floor.
"Come on Drew! Get off of him!" K.C ordered as he attempted to pull Drew away from Dave.
"Get off of me!" shouted Drew as he gave K.C a shove before looking down at Dave. "Stay away from Adam or I'll come back."
Drew briskly walked out before his voice could crack. He definitely did not want that to happen. Of course, he could have told them about the whole deal with Vince and how he would be forced to join in fear of Adam's death, but then they, as in K.C and Dave, would go to the cops and make this worse. And why was in this position? Because his mother believes that a piece of paper can stop anyone. Because his ex had to get him into a fight with some gang member that he was trying to replace. Because he left Alli in the first place.
Thanks a lot Bianca L. DeSousa.
(Bournemouth)
Ashley had her six-month-old daughter in her lap as she read a letter sent from her Craig, a frown on her face.
"What's wrong Ash?" Justin asked coming into the room with cup of tea in his hand.
"Nothing…" Ashley said before looking up at him. "So, are you sure you want to visit my mom and Jeff? They argue quite a bit."
"I'm sure Rose would love to see her parents, don't you Rose?" Ashley smiled as Justin gave Rosalyn a small and loving pinch on her cheek, causing the baby to smile brightly at her father's actions. "Besides, a vacation is exactly what we need. You sounded really hoarse last night."
"Justin!" Ashley chastised quietly. While Rosalyn obvious had no clue on what her parents were talking about, Ashley did not want to speak about anything sex-related around her daughter.
"I meant when you came home after the show." the man clarified, though his smile was a dead giveaway that he meant what she assumed. "You need to step of the stage for a while Ash. Live life outside of music."
"I guess you're right…" Ashley said before lifting Rosalyn up and turning the infant so Rosalyn's blue eyes met Ashley's. "You don't want to see your grandma, do you?"
"I think she does." Justin replied as Rosalyn's hands gripped Ashley's hair.
"Ow! Okay Rose, let go of Mommy's hair!" Justin only smiled as he sat his cup on the table and gently pried his girlfriend's hair from his daughter's grip, taking t he infant into his arms. "She kicked like a soccer player and has an iron grip. I think she has it in for me or something."
"No she doesn't. Rose loves her mother, don't you?" Rosalyn's response was a small slap on her father's forehead, causing Ashley to laugh quite a bit. "Okay Lennox Lewis, time to go play in your crib, where you can hit and grab everything you want."
Ashley smiled as Justin took their daughter away before she looked back at Craig's letter. From his wording, she knew he was in some kind of trouble. He never just wanted to see her for old time's sake. He never really spoke to her outside the studio and the times he was in England. The two shared a near-strictly professional relationship, so when he asked to see her, she was suspicious.
Sighing, Ashley rose. She had a bad feeling about going back to Toronto, especially since it was Rosalyn's first trip down there. She had told her family about her daughter and Kate and Jeff had flown out to see her, but never has Rosalyn Daniels been to Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
"Hey, what are you doing?" asked Justin as he came out of Rosalyn's room, the girl playing with a few stuffed animals.
"Seeing how long we can stay in Toronto." Ashley answered. "And before you say anything, yes. I do see something wrong with this."
"Let's hope you're wrong then." Justin responded.
"Yes. Let's hope." Ashley said.
(Toronto)
Punching the punching bag with great anger, nearly twenty-years-old Christian DeVinne took a breath of fresh air for the first time in three years. His father, a cop ironically, had gone back to work leaving him alone at home.
There were things that worried him at the moment though. A year and a half ago, he had cut ties with his former gang. The only thing that he had from those guys and girls was the tattoo on his upper right arm that depicted a snake coiling around a cross. It seemed fitting for his religious name that contradicted his snake-like persona. Or, his former snake-like persona. Either way, he had left his former friends and associates for a new and better life. This meant that they would do one of two things. One, they would come for him and attempt to kill him. No gang liked losing a key player in fear of snitches. But their second choice, blackmail him into rejoining, was more likely for these group of people. And that meant that he had to find a way to be near Imogen for the majority of the day.
No one laid a finger on his Immy. Not him, not his dad, not their mom, not her dad, no one. She was the only person to understand him and he understood every weird thing about her.
"Chris!" and speak of the devil.
Christian stopped his assault on the punching back in his father's backyard in time to catch his sister running towards him. He allowed a grin to play on his face as she neared him.
For Imogen's part, she was happy to see her brother again. His dark brown hair had grown past his chin, but he still had dark brown eyes like she did. He had grown taller, now roughly 6'1" now. Of course, he had become more toned, but that was about it.
"Immy." Well, his voice was certainly deeper than she remembered, but not that much.
The two hugged one another before Christian's eyes caught on to three more bodies entering the backyard.
"Oh, and they're here." Imogen said in an unenthusiastic tone. "Owen and Bianca. I'm sure you remember them." Imogen then moved to the third person. "And this is my, um, friend Eli. Eli, this is my-"
"Christian." Christian stated as moved to Eli. "You high or something?"
"Yeah. On anxiety pills." replied Eli.
"Oh really…?" Christian said before his dark eyes moved to Owen and Bianca. "Well, well. You look good son."
Owen smirked. "Told you I wasn't your son." Christian grinned before the two exchanged fist bumps before Christian looked at Bianca. "I know, she's hot now, huh?"
"Moved like a butterfly, stung like a bumblebee…" Christian said, giving Bianca a hug. "How you doing Bee?"
"She came to give you hell." Imogen voiced. Christian looked at his sister in confusion. "For some reason, Vince is after her and blah-dee-blah. Not to mention that her other ex-boyfriend is now with them." Christian frowned as he looked down on Bianca. "Seriously Chris, send her home before she makes you do something stupid."
"What happened?" asked Christian.
"Can we talk in private? Please?" Bianca stated.
Christian gave her a small nod before looking at the others, more specifically Imogen. She rolled her eyes before grabbing Eli's hand.
"Let's go. My brother's about to do something stupid." she said. "Thanks for ruining my life again Chris!"
"Immy," he said stopping her. "I'm not going back. I promise."
Imogen spared him a smile as she led Eli into Christian's father's house.
"Go in there with them. Make sure he's not too close to her." Christian ordered.
Owen gave Christian a mock salute before walking into the house as well. Christian looked at Bianca as he removed a rubber band from his wrist. He pulled his hair back before putting in a ponytail, giving her his full attention.
"Talk Bee." he said.
Bianca sighed. "During Spring Break, Anson found me. At the time I was dating Drew. One night, Anson followed me to a concert and afterwards… He tried to rape me. Drew tried to fight him off but-"
"Lost. Go on." Christian interrupted, feeling his anger rising with each detail she did and did not say.
"I hit Anson on the head with a brick and… Killed him."
"What?" Christian stated. While he and Anson had drifted apart since Christian denounced his position in the gang, a part of him felt almost bad for his childhood friend. Almost. "Bianca, what did you do?"
"I panicked! Vince had found out it was me and Drew and then Drew went to the cops now they inducted Drew to take Anson's spot and-"
"Okay, okay, I get it." Christian stopped her rant. "This Drew guy took the place of the person they think he killed." Bianca nodded. "Jesus Bee… What the hell were you thinking anyway? Anson's a bad guy. You knew that from the start."
"He followed me there! What else was I supposed to do?" Bianca retorted.
"Anything! Shout! Scream! Run butt-fucking-naked down a boulevard! Anything to get someone else's attention!" Christian responded before combing his hair through his fingers and sighing. "What do you want me to do? Save your friend? Get them off of your back? What?"
"I thought you could solve my problems like you do everyone else's. I guess I was wrong." stated Bianca. "And I did everything I could without breaking probation."
"Probation?" Christian said before putting a palm on his head. "You didn't get into another fight did you?"
"So what if I did? This is more important than anything!" Bianca told him.
"Calm down. I'll help your friend." Bianca gave Christian a curious stare. "What? I've had a change of heart. Sort of." Christian moved to the backdoor, Bianca following him. The two entered the kitchen where Imogen stood at the refrigerator and Eli and Owen sat at the table. "What the hell are you doing Immy?"
"Did you know," replied Imogen, completely ignoring the question. "Eli had his story published? He said that with your vampiric look, you could use as a model of his new one."
Christian rubbed his tongue over one of his slightly longer-than-normal canines before looking at Eli at the table.
"Told you." Owen said.
Christian smirked. "Just because your voice is deeper doesn't make you any less of a pussy. In fact, makes you a deep pussy now." Owen frowned. "Hey, none of that. I just got out. I'm talking shit for missed time. And speaking of missed time…"
Imogen only had to look at her brother once before she instinctively stepped in front of him before he could reach Eli and hugged him.
"I missed you so much Chris!" she said, half-lying. While she did miss him, she did not want him to drag Eli into his room so he could give Eli one of his famous threat-speeches.
Laughing, Christian hugged Imogen once more. "That's cute Immy." He pulled her away from him, his smile gone. "Don't do it again." Imogen nodded. "And I wasn't going to talk to Eli… Yet."
"So does this mean that you're okay with us-"
"No one is good enough for Imogen. You were dead from day one." Owen stated.
"Thing's changed. If Immy wants to be with him, then let it be." Christian said. "But if he hurts her in any way, shape, or form, well… I'll make it swift."
"What's the tattoo mean?" Eli asked.
Christian looked at the tattoo before looking at Eli.
"It means don't take my niceness for granted." Christian stated.
"Oh." Eli replied.
"Bee, Owen, I'm going to get something out of my room. We'll take my truck." Christian said moving out of the kitchen. "We'll settle this shit now Bee. And don't have me doing more than I need to."
"Thanks Christian." Bianca said.
Christian glanced at her briefly before walking away.
"Dude still scares the hell out of me." Owen admitted to Bianca.
"Ditto…" she said.
(Miami)
There were two things that Paige Michalchuck hated most in the world; bad breath and jerks. But when these two things were combined into one body, it just made her sick to her stomach. And this body could be either male or female as she was openly bisexual now, though she begrudgingly admitted only really loving one girl. But the last time she had spoken to Alex, she was sure they had broken up for good. Still, some nights, she imagined what Alex was doing.
Her phone rang and she went to answer it.
"Paige Michalchuck speaking." she said.
"You sound so professional like that." the man said.
Paige rolled her eyes. "Marco, if you're going to call at least have a reason." Marco laughed. "So how are you and Dylan?"
"Do you really want details? Last time you said, and I quote, 'It's sick to hear things about my brother' and how I should never ever give you details again." Marco stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I meant, how are you two? And my favorite pair of niece and nephew?" stated Paige.
"Your only niece and nephew?" replied Marco. "Anyway, Joey is learning how to draw on walls and Erin is slowly following in his footsteps. I swear if Dylan doesn't start taking more time off of work, I'm going to go insane."
"You can bring them down here. I'm sure there are more things to do in Miami than there are in Montreal anyway." Paige said.
"What? The agent with no time to spend with her best friend can magically free up time for two beautiful but wearisome toddlers?" Marco asked. "I'm hurt Paige. I really am."
Paige sighed. "Fine Marco. You can come too. As long as Dylan's okay with me sleeping with you for a few nights."
"You know how jealous he is when we do this." Paige laughed a bit. She loved her talks with Marco, only because he could always lighten up her day. "So, I'll set up our date later?"
"Sure," said Paige. "But don't hang up yet. I have to tell you about the worse client ever."
"Should I grab some gin for this?" Marco asked.
"I'll get the Vodka." Paige responded.
(Toronto)
It was nightfall. Drew had already gotten himself in quite the jam at school. But now here he was, standing on a corner, looking to score a deal. His heart pounded against his chest as he stood with his new "friends." Sadly, a few of them within the gang had become something like friends, even if they had agreed to Drew go down by himself if he screwed up. At least they were honest.
However, when a black Jeep Grand Cherokee came up, Drew looked at one of the guys, Ryan. Ryan shook his head and Drew remained still. This was not the client. Still, the SUV's engine was cut and the door opened.
"Yo! It's Chris!" Drew had no clue on who this Chris guy was, but with his dark hair down and the black jacket and jeans he wore, he kind of looked like a vampire from a movie. The dark glasses only seemed to add to Drew's suspicions as the group crossed the street.
"Chris! It's been forever!" a girl whom Drew thought to be extremely hot named Alexis said nearing the boy.
"Down." Christian spoke. Drew nearly flinched. This guy did not sound happy to see her, or any of them for that matter. "I'm looking for Drew Torres."
Eyes fell onto Drew, but he did not care. He had to keep the act up. Adam's life depended on it.
"I'm Drew. What do you want?" Drew stopped himself from actually gulping when Christian reached for his glasses and pulled them off.
"You hurt Bianca?" The question threw Drew for a loop. First, Drew nearly gets himself killed for saving Bianca and now here he was in the same predicament for hurting her.
Again, thanks a lot Bianca.
"Depends on what you think hurt is." Drew said before Christian's hand was around his collar.
"You talk to me as if you're in the presence of God himself, you understand?" Drew looked to his sides to see the others backing away slowly as if to keep a rabid animal from snapping. "Get in the damn car!"
"Whatever." Drew mouth as Christian released him.
"Backseat." Christian said opening the driver door. He eyed Ryan. "Tell Vince I'll pay him a visit. Don't look for me or else."
With that, Drew entered the car, shocked to see Bianca in the passenger seat and Owen in the backseat beside him, before Christian got in, started the car up, and drove off.
"What's going on here?" Drew asked, more towards Bianca than anything.
"I'll ask the questions and you'd better tell me the truth or at least something I want to hear." responded Christian. "What's Vince got on you?"
"..." Drew debated on whether or not he should tell them the truth. He let out a small voice. "Rule three…"
"What?" Christian said.
"Nothing." Drew said. "He told me I had to replace Anson and that's what I'm doing. Nothing more."
"Drew stop this. This isn't like you." Bianca said.
"Don't tell him anything Bee. I'll shut him up real quickly." Christian said.
"They will come for me." said Drew. "If something happens to me, you're dead, did you know that?"
There was a silence before Christian pulled his car to the side of the road. They were in front of a cemetery where Christian cut his car off and got out. He did not tell any of the others to follow verbally, but the way he glanced at each of them told them to move or else.
Following the only adult down a stone path, they came to a tombstone that read: Jason Keith Manson (1989-2007).
"I watched him die." Christian's voice cut the silence like a hot knife through butter, yet his eyes never left the stone. "One gunshot did so much. God, I wish I knew what we were getting ourselves into… Hell, I wish I was actually put in jail for murder. At least it'll help my conscience." Christian looked at Drew. "You wouldn't believe just how he got shot."
"N-no I don't." Drew stammered a bit.
"I shot him." The other three had different reactions. Owen rubbed the back of his head while looking away, already hearing the story once. Bianca, who did not hear about it, looked at Christian in disbelief. As for Drew, fear now settled on his face. "He wanted my sister, Imogen. We fought and he pulled out a gun. One way or another, I wrestled the gun from out of his hands and pulled the trigger. Now… Now I can't even play Call of Duty without those thoughts in my head."
"Christian…" Bianca gasped.
He shrugged. "I live with it, you know? Anson and I, we could turn a blind eye to a lot. But now that I've had time to think and reflect, I just wanted to be a big brother. Never meant for anyone to get hurt or die."
"Why are you telling me this?" asked Drew quietly.
Christian looked at him. "Three years ago, I got locked up due to an armed robbery gone wrong. I was with Anson and the others. Before that, I was found not guilty for the murder of Jason. And before that, I was just a tough fighter that had friends in the wrong places. All that changed when Imogen's life was on the line."
"So you joined them because of your sister?" Drew said. Christian nodded. "Why… I mean, so what? I joined because I had to."
"You're scared. I can smell it off of you." Christian said.
"I'm not scared of you or-"
Revealing his gun and pointing it at Drew, Christian stared at the other boy, seconds before Bianca stepped in-between.
"Chris, put the gun down, please!" she pleaded.
"Yeah man, he's not worth it." Owen added.
"You take me for the joke and I'll show you the punch line." Christian said seconds before putting the weapon away. "I'm giving you a chance, right here, right now, to think about what you're about to do. I know the feeling. Power. Respect. Money. Shit, I felt like I was the man of the town." Christian looked at the moon. "Jay Hogart, Lucas Valieri, Johnny DiMarco they were bad, but I was badder. I ran Lakehurst. I would've run Degrassi too, just never got the chance to."
There was a silence as Christian actually laughed at something he found funny. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and pulled his dark glasses out before putting them on.
"You got a lot to die for," Christian told Drew. "But I'm sure you have more to live for. Think about it."
Christian walked away, a smile still plastered on his face with Owen walking behind him. Drew looked at Bianca, seeing her worried-filled eyes before hugging her tightly.
"I'm sorry." he whispered.
(Toronto)
"We got the entire mansion to ourselves for the summer! This is going to be great!" Anya MacPherson said as she twirled around the room.
"It's not that great." Fiona said to her friend. "Remember, no alcohol whatsoever."
"Buzz-kill." Holly J stated. "So, where is the girl who I had to draw for like three weeks?"
Fiona glared. "Charlie and I are taking it slow."
"That doesn't answer the question." Anya teased.
"Coming." the Coyne said rolling her eyes. "You two are so… So…"
"Supportive and helpful?" Holly J suggested.
"Motivators in your non-existing love-life?" Anya added with a smile.
"Losers!" Fiona said with a smile. "But, I guess I have no choice but to deal with the flaws of my best friends."
"Sure Fi." Holly J said.
Anya sighed, plopping into an armchair. "Can you believe that these are the last two months will have with one another before… You know… Fiona's going to Paris… I'm staying here for TU… Holly J's going to New Haven… We'll be so far away!"
"Then let's make this the best two months of our lives." Fiona said. "Just a sober one. Part of the deal with my dad is I get the mansion so long as I'm sober. But everything else is a go."
"Well, how about we throw one huge party?" Anya said. "We can invite everyone! Leia, Chantay, I'm sure Holly J won't mind Sav coming, and-"
"And Owen." Holly J said.
"No. No Owen." replied Anya.
Fiona smiled. "Why not? I thought you two had a thing?"
"One time. Get over it." Anya said while blushing quite a bit. "I don't even remember much."
"You know, I can always call him." Fiona said.
Anya's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare." Fiona revealed her cell phone from her purse and waved it in front of Anya. "Fiona I swear if you-" Fiona began dialing a number. "Fiona!"
Holly J smiled as she saw her friends running around the large place while Fiona attempted to talk to Owen. She felt a small pain in her heart to know that she had to leave them for Yale.
"Holly J! Help me catch her!" Anya called from the top of the steps.
Holly J sighed. "You two are such big kids, I swear."
A/N: So, was it good or not? Be honest. Like I said, this is just experimental and I don't know if I'll continue it or not. I just had to get it out of my head! Review!