Authors Note: So, this is my first POSTED Degrassi fanfiction. It takes place during season 4. This is Alex/OC. Originally it was going to be Ellie/OC, that's partially why she seems to be a lot like Ellie physically, but I don't really remember much about Ellie from this time period in the series. I also was itching to write a fanfiction where I could use a street racing idea…
Summary: What happens when a seventeen year old girl moves to a whole new country? How will she cope with making friends, and the guilt that follows Degrassi's 'Most Go-There Moment'? CONTAINS SPOILERS! I suck at summaries; the story is SO much better than what it sounds like…Alex/OC.
WARNING!!: This is rated M for a REASON! Language, sexual themes, STRONG violence, and maybe some more, but I can't remember the rest at the moment. As in all of my writing, I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND! So I apologize in advance…
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Degrassi, because if I did, there would either still BE a Palex…or this section of the show would have happened like this. I also really don't own the title or the chapters, because the title is from a song, and I'm trying to make the chapter tittles after different songs as well.
Chapter 1
Another School, Another Planet
"Good morning! It's 6:30 right now and you're listening to My 106.1, we play the best music around, I'm Brian Shawl, and all you teens out there should be getting up, grabbing a bite before school and anticipating tomorrow, Friday! And now back to the music, with the Australian band Sick Puppies and there song Cancer from there newest Album Dressed Up As Life."
Rayne Rodriguez opened her eyes and readjusted to the sight of one of the two blue walls of her room. She turned over and in the same motion, slapped the top of her alarm clock. The clean white pane window let in the bright sun light that barely touched the foot of her bed.
"Rayne!" A female voice called out sternly. "Are you awake yet?"
"I'm up!" She called back from the warm comfort of her bed. She looked over to her night stand and gazed lovingly at the old photo of her friends Josh, Megan, Troy, Kristin and herself at a party. Her friends were back in the same old, boring, Cottonwood Arizona and Rayne didn't feel like going to school on her first day in this strange, new town.
The ancient, Philips Magnavox digital clock read 6:32am. Class started 45 minuets after seven, so she had time to get ready. She grabbed the remote in front of the Alarm clock, and pressed the fat, green button that turned on her stereo, blasting Metalingus by Alter Bridge through the 130w subwoofer speakers. Rayne placed her feet on the white carpet of the new room, the stretched, a tinny squeak emitting from her throat.
Sighing, she reached a hand behind her head, scratching the soft, short red hair, and then rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes. She still had trouble sleeping. Her family had moved into Toronto about a week and a half prior, or to be precise her father was moved here by the corporation he was working for, and took Rayne and her whole family with him.
The family brought consisted of her mother Samantha Rodriguez, Sister Elizabeth "Lizzie" Rodriguez, father Larry Rodriguez and herself Rayne Rodriguez, sentenced to live and die in her new hell. The family hadn't really stuck around for any longer than a night, as they kept jumping back and fourth gathering belongings.
Rayne had reluctantly left, as she still wanted to finish her last two years at Mingus Union High School in Cottonwood, but as all parents do, they threw the "It's for the best of the family." And "We're the adults here, not you, and you will do as we say." In her face, as they dragged her to the P.O.S. town she didn't really want to be in.
Rayne moved over toward her closet, fixing a falling Linkin Park poster on her wall that she got at one of their shows in Phoenix, Arizona that she saw with her friends Josh, Megan, Josh's girl Tory, Dominic, and Troy, who all were still back in rottenwood. She hated the tape that she was forced to use on her walls, because it seemed like they refused to stick! Finally managing to practically press it into the wall, she opened the sliding closet door.
She grabbed one of her favorite black band T-shirts, Evanescence and all the dates for the 2007 tour listed on the back of the garment, her black bra and a pair of faded, blue jeans before she headed to the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and let the beads of water rush down her body and through her hair. She sighed, as the thought of how moving to a whole new country would be a big change for her, and how maybe she could start off on a clean slate ran through her mind. Finishing her shower, Rayne got out, pulled her clothes on, and then left for her room.
Once there, she put some deodorant on before grabbing her eye liner, putting it on looking in the mirror at the same time, then placed a dark blue eye shadow on after mascara.
In most boy's definitions, she was pretty cute. Her hair was short and normally spiked, but she decided to be lazy and run brush through her hair then throw on her Durtbag benne. She didn't really care though, letting people perceive her for what she truly was, a punk stoner.
She slipped on a pair of old worn Chucks, then her Halo hoody and made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her. She shared the storey with her 15 years-old sister while their parents resided in the Master Bedroom on the ground floor.
She walked past the bathroom, and towards the stairs that lead into the front door entrance area, passing her sisters room, filled with all the girly like objects that she didn't care to much for, witch lay to the on the right side of the tan colored hallway with white carpet.
She headed down the wooden stairs, covered in the same white carpet to the tiled front door area. She turned away from the door and was looking down a white colored hall into the decent sized kitchen/dinning room that sported the same tan color. To her left were the pool table, and a path way to the kitchen, witch she took. What lay beyond the island, was the large living room with an expensive surround sound system, Panasonic HD T.V. with her Playstation 2 hooked up to it as well. She would be finishing up Tony Hawks American Wasteland as soon as she got back home from school.
Just next to the Island, her sister already sat at the small oval table and had breakfast.
"Its Alive!" her mother chirped, from the living room.
Rayne grumbled. "If you can call, being half asleep living." The comment tore a giggle from her little sister. Both girls were still angry with there father.
"It looks like you've overslept." Larry said, as he approached the sewed couch.
"Uh… huh", the red head said dismissively, as she threw a package of pop tarts into the toaster, it was clear she wasn't interested in a chat with him she really hated her father for what he had done to them.
She waited until they popped up, and glanced at the clock. It was only 6:55, but she was looking for any excuse to get out of the house. "Well I'll see you after school, have a long way to school and don't want to have to rush."
Rayne grabbed her car keys and red Swiss Alps backpack and walked through the door. "Bye, see you after school!" Mrs. Rodriguez called out, as the door shut.
Rayne stood outside on the porch, keys in hand. The teen looked around at the houses and could almost smell the money in the air. High priced cars, freshly cut grass, and snotty teenaged kids. All in all, Rayne hated it. She was willing to go into more of the lower class area of Toronto.
Sighing, she made her way towards a familiar, Acid Green Toyota Supra 2JZ-GE, coming from the front tires, was a slightly darker green graffiti style smoke burnout that made the car look like it was moving while standing still parked at the end of the driveway.
Pulling the door open, she slid into the racing seat on the driver's side. Tossing her bag in the back, she closed the door and revved the car to life. Tires squealing, she pulled out onto the streets of Toronto, her stereo blaring Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) by Limp Bizkit ft DMX, Redman and Method Man.
She followed her mom's instructions for getting to the school, heading down Kennedale Street. It took her about 15 minuets to find the corner where it is crossed by the Davies Street. At the corner you could already see Degrassi.
The educational facility was a fairly decent size, with stairs leading to the entrance. Trees could be found in rows some along the building and others lined parts of the parking lot, which was located next to a basketball court.
Rayne pulled her car into the third row, parking three spaces from the front, she killed the engine, and grabbed her things.
Locking the doors with a beep and pocketing the keys, Rayne started for the entrance. She stepped onto the side walk following the cement path to the stairs leading to the front doors. Teenagers were outside hanging out or doing last minute homework. She could see the types of groups we would be dealing with. Jocks, Punks, Nerds, wanna-be gangsters and the real hood kids.
Looks were shot her way as she walked up the stairs. She could hear the whispers going around and her. The usual "She's so…" and "Who is she?" typical things like that.
She opened the door, and walked in, shrugging off all the whispers.
"Hey!" Her head snapped to her right, looking at an officer who was walking her way. 'Fuck! What the hell did I do now?' she thought to herself. "You must be new here."
"What gave me away?" She scoffed.
He shrugged. "Well I've never seen you around here before. Where do you live?"
"Up by Montville Road."
The officer laughed once more. "I like you kid. You've got spunk and that is something that I don't see much around these parts. What's your name?"
"Rayne. Rayne Rodriguez, and what might your name be 'oh great upholder of the law'?"
"Officer Kevin Ryman." Kevin replied with a smile. Kevin was a 31 year old, 6 foot nothing, 197 pound, happy go lucky, cop. While he didn't exactly want to be babysitting, he would have been lying if he said he didn't get along with many of the students.
"They have cops on this campus?" she said, eyeing his 45 Automatic.
He laughed lightly. "Yeah, you sound so surprised. But I'm not the normal cop you'd see around here; Officer Braxton is the one you'd normally see running around."
Rayne eyed him carefully. "Is he black?"
Stunned at how straight on she was, he replied. "How did you know?"
"He used to work in the town I was in, I know him pretty well."
"Well Rayne, it's been a pleasure meeting you. I'll probably see you around again and hopefully it isn't when I have to place you under arrest." Kevin said with a chuckle as he headed for Braxton's office.
Rayne watched as the man disappeared behind a corner and shook her head. "Pigs..." She mumbled under her breath. 'Oh well, at least he wasn't a douche bag like most cops are.'
The young teen looked around, as she walked toward her Locker. It was your typical high school, with students who filled the halls. There were many different races and types of people all going their own way.
Rayne had been here when she was registering, though it was quite empty the last time. Sighing, she started to work the combination of her locker.
"I've never seen you here before." Said the voice of a girl, who was working the locker next to hers, gaining her attention.
Rayne looked at her, and swallowed hard, reminding herself not to stare. She had to possibly be one of the most goregus girls she had ever seen. Her honey brown eyes were cute in her eyes. Her hair was a jet black color that was to her shoulders. She sported a black tank top; a black unzipped hoody over her shoulders. She could tell that she also wore tight ass accenting pants, and Globe Finale shoes. Rayne sighed. "Why does everyone say that?"
"Maybe because it's true."
"So how can you tell me from the other people in this school you don't talk to?"
"Because you seem to stand out more and to tell you the truth, you look better than most punks I see around here." Rayne raised her eyebrow, s she opened the locker door. "I've also heard a bit about you from a friend I have back in Arizona. He said you were top in the state on the football team back home. You're not close to mediocre assholes that run around here, not to mention your record to back it up."
"Oh, really? do you care to tell me about this 'record'?"
The girl smirked. "Well, if I remember correctly, my friend said it was 13 suspensions 5 detentions, all on account of fighting."
Rayne chuckled. "Well, for one thing, it was only 4 suspensions, and 3 detentions on account of fighting. I've got a total of 4 tardy's and yet somehow manage to keep an above C average." She corrected. "As for the football, I'm one of the few chicks in the U.S. who can play with the boys. How did your friend acquire all that information?"
"Let's just say he has his connections." She said with a smile. Suddenly the bell sounded, and Rayne slammed the locker door shut, clicking the combination lock back into place. "What's your first hour?"
"Media Immersion."
"Sweet, mine too. Come on, I'll show you where that's at."
She lead her down the hall, and then turned to the right. There was a rather huge window, and a room full of Mac Computers.
"Before we go into this hell hold, could I at least know your name?" Rayne asked.
"Alex Nuñez."
"Alex hu? I like it."
"What's yours?"
"You were able to somehow find out a little of my past but not catch my name? Naughty, naughty Kool Aid." She teased with a smile. "It's Rayne Rodriguez."
They entered the classroom. Alex and Rayne sat in the back of the classroom. Alex immediately logged into the Advanced Media account. Once the class got full, a balding blond teacher started a lecture, this Rayne could only assume, was Mr. Simpson.
"Good morning class. It seams we have a new student joining us here at Degrassi. This is Rayne Rodriguez." He turned to face the young teen who was sitting next to Alex. "Rayne, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself, where you came from, what your interests are."
"Well, I'm from Cottonwood Arizona. For those of you who don't know where that is, pull out a very detailed map, and look dead center, it's about 20 miles from Sedona."
"My family moved here about a week and half ago, but we where still jumping between AZ and here. At my old high school, I was the starting wide receiver, for the defense I was also a tackler though I very rarely started as one." She smirked as every jaw in the class room dropped.
"There's no way! You're a chick, there not allowed to play in the sport!" A blond boy said, as he crossed his arms. "Besides you're too tinny, those blokes would crush you!"
"Well, you're looking at a girl who can play with the best of them."
The blond boy scoffed. "I think you're lying."
"Why do you think she's lying, Sheandor?" the teacher asked, hoping to start a debate out of the topic.
"I've never heard of a chick that could play."
"Well, it's not my problem that you're too d
ense." The class laughed, and the boy sank down into his seat, clearly defeated.
"Okay, okay, settle down, I look forward to having you in our class, Rayne. I'm Mr. Simpson." The teacher introduced himself. "I see you've already found a place to sit, but for future reference, there's really no seating chart in here." He immediately leaped into a lesson about a special effect program called Motion. Rayne tuned him out; she already knew what it was from her previous school.
Suddenly an IM popped up on her screen.
Alex .N: Ignore Seandor, he's a jackass.
Rayne .R: Ya think?
Next to her Alex chuckled.
Alex .N: You know? I like you more and more.
Rayne .R: Yeah, well I'm just a PIMP like that. B-
Rayne .R: So, who was your contact?
The girl next to her smirked.
Alex .N: Josh
Rayne shook her head with a smile.
Rayne .R: Figures he'd do something like that. How do you know him?
Alex .N: We're cousins.
Rayne .R: WHAT!? You've got to be kidding me! Why didn't he tell me?
Alex chuckled again, and suddenly butterfly swarmed inside the red heads stomach.
Alex .N: I don't know why! I just noticed your ears, what gage they?
Rayne had two in each ear.
Rayne .R: Both are 10's.
Alex .N: Hey, how would you like to hang out with a few of us after school today?
Suddenly a message popped up on her screen. Double clicking on it, the message opened for her to read.
From: Paige M.
Subject: DON'T MESS WITH HER CROWED!
Message: Look, Alex and her group are bad news, especially her boyfriend Jay. He's the bully of Degrassi, Just stay away from them, and you'll be fine.
Rayne .R: Who's Paige M.?
Alex .N: Michalchuk? She's only the "Queen" of Degrassi. She's the blond OMG cheerleader sitting directly in front of you. Why do you ask?
Opening up the E-Mail, she copied and pasted the Message, into the IM message box, and sent it. The girl next to her read it with intensity, she looked really pissed off a she typed. A few seconds after she had hit the Enter key, the message appeared.
Alex .N: Jay isn't as bad as he seems. He's mainly misunderstood like a lot of us are.
Rayne .R: Hey holds hands up in surrender I'm not judging you, nobody should have to deal with rumors like that. Well, anyway moving on, I'd love to kick it with you.
The bell rang, and Rayne, gathered her things up before heading out of the class room. "Meet me on the stairs, after school."
"I'll be seeing you around Miss. Rodriguez." Mr. Simpson said as the new girl walked by.
"You are the second person with authority that has said that to me today."
"Well who was the first?"
"A cop." Rayne said with a smile as she walked out, the door closing automatically behind her.
So, what do you think? It's been a while since I've seen this show, and I don't really remember a lot of it…sadly I haven't watched it since the episode where Liberty had her baby…but I sadly know that J.T. is gone, and that Palax, really isn't Palax any more, although, I did see the episode where Alex kissed Page, and said the line "I love you, you IDDIOT!" lol, that was CLASSIC! I'm going to look up some information on and see if I can't get more caught up with the time period this takes place, well let me know if you loved it, hated it or just what I need to work on! Btw this is the first time I've used IM in my fanfictions, so let me know what you think…