I've been planning on writing a Degrassi story for AGES and have finally managed to start one.
OK so this story is focused on Darcy and her struggle after the rape at the beginning of season seven. For the purpose of the story, Spinner and Jane aren't together because even though I adore them as a couple, it would have caused a lot of complications. And Darcy never has her 'thing' with Mr Simpson.
"Hey, Darce." Spinner muttered softly as she drifted past him, looking distracted and confused. Darcy frowned. "What do you want, Gavin?" She asked, affronted. Spinner stifled a laugh. "Since when do you call me Gavin? No one calls me that." He protested, giving her that look she knew to well. She softened inside, but her expression didn't change. "Have you seen Peter?" She asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Spinner longed to reach out and stroke it, but he restrained himself. "Peter? No." He responded in a clipped tone. He never liked the guy. He was so smarmy and perfect, the headmistresses son. Blonde haired, blue eyed tosser as far as he was concerned.
"Well if you do, I'm looking for him." She replied, giving him a cool glance. They were both frauds, acting like they were mere acquaintances instead of two people who collided and changed each other for the better. "Want to ditch Media Immersion?" He asked, a look of hope appearing in his eye. She bit her lip, visibly torn. "No, I can't" She protested weakly. He nudged her playfully, knowing how to press her buttons. "Come on, live a little. What's the worst that could happen?" He pointed out, staring down at her. She faltered, a lump forming in her throat. "Maybe it already has." She whispered to herself, but he didn't catch it. He just smiled at her, wishing she would agree. "OK." She caved in, following him down the hallway.
"How have you been?" She asked, folding her arms and trying not to let her guard down because of where that got her the last time. She was so vulnerable, so scared, so alone and she absolutely hated that. She tilted her head slightly so her hair came as a barrier between her and the boy she had loved. He shrugged. "Fine, I guess. How about you? I heard some things..." He muttered softly, staring intently at her. She wrenched herself away from his mesmerizing gaze and dragged a hand through her hair. "Don't Spinner." She said tearfully. She didn't want him thinking badly of her. She didn't care what most thought. Everyone at the party? To them she was just another drunk girl. To Peter she was out of reach and she wasn't willing to fall back into his arms. But to Spinner? She wanted him to see her as the girl he lost, the girl who made him laugh, the girl who changed his beliefs and revealed his softer side. The girl he wished he could have back.
She knew she'd spiraled out of control recently. Her attention seeking antics, the cry for help, the self loathing feeling that had possessed her ever since it happened. She was well aware, but it didn't stop her. She turned back to Spinner, aware that he was staring at her. "What?" She asked crossly. He grinned slightly. "Nothing. It's just your hair glinting in the sun. You look beautiful" Well that was a lie. She was wearing her baggiest jeans and an old long sleeved hoodie, her hair was unconditioned and lank. Besides, even if she looked beautiful she sure as hell didn't feel it. She felt broken. All she wanted was for Spinner to pick up the pieces.
"Stop it, Spinner. And anything you hear is not your concern." She muttered stiffly, as they wandered over to the bench just outside the school. He sat down heavily and looked at her, clearly worried. Their knees touched and she wanted to move her leg but at the same time didn't want to draw attention to it. Besides, the feeling of warmth was a small comfort to her and she needed that now more than ever.
"I just want you to know, Darcy, that if anything has happened to you then I'm here for you. Even though we broke up I consider us friends." He told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and he moved it away as if he had been burned.
Neither of them spoke for a while. It could have been because they were both enjoying the fresh air, or wondering if they were going to get caught ditching. But neither of those were true. They were both longing for each other, but they just couldn't find the words.
"I've never felt the way he made me feel." She said in barely a whisper. Spinner stayed silent, aware that Darcy needed to get her demons out, demons she had been fighting and still would be for a long time. "Dirty and used. And... unconnected. And scared" At this point a tear fell from her face, and it was like the switch flicked off and the darkness engulfed her. She sobbed, letting her tears fall into her lap and clutching her hands together. Instinctively he put a protective arm around her shoulder and held her close, still not saying a word.
"I don't know what to say, Darcy." He muttered, stroking her long hair, his fingers tracing down to her neck. She leaned against him, falling into his embrace.
"Nobody does. That's the problem."