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Chapter One: Girls Like You

Sav Bhandari threw his heap load of books into his locker as he concluded his school day at Degrassi. He had been given so many essays to write for graduation in the past week, he barely had time to think for himself. He just needed a break from it all; school work, graduation, college. It was way too much to handle, especially on a beautiful day like today. All Sav wanted to do was go out to see a movie or just hang out at The Dot, but he really had no one to do these things with. Ever since the beginning of the school year, Sav realized he didn't have too many acquaintances left at Degrassi. All of his friends from Stüdz graduated the year before and his relationship with Anya built back up only to come crumbling down once more.

He knew he screwed it up for good with Anya and things could never go back to the simpler times of songs and stickers. It was for the best. Anya deserved better. He and Holly J. were good for a while too, but Holly J. grew bored with him and threw him away just like Anya had. Sav sighed to himself and figured he could just ask Mo Mashkour to go, even though he found Mo rather annoying.

"Ahem."

Sav was snapped from his thoughts as he looked up to see a rather annoyed Fiona Coyne standing before him. "Uh….yes?" Sav replied.

"Look, I'm only asking this because Holly J. and Anya are too cowardly to do it themselves-"Fiona began.

"Alright…"

"-I have no possible clue as to why they even want to do this. I mean, this school is just so tacky and vile!"

"Fiona-"

"I mean honestly? Like-"

"FIONA!" Sav was in no mood to listen to another Fiona Coyne saga, especially one he had no idea about. "What are you even talking about?"

Fiona looked down and sighed under her breath. "Well, you see, my darling friends Anya and Holly J. wanted me to enlighten you on a promise you made back when you stole the presidency from Holly J."

"Well, what is it?"

"A senior sleepover?" Fiona questioned. "You said if you were elected president that you would have Degrassi hold one this year. And a promise is a promise." She raised her eyebrows as she said this and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Sav thought back to his speech from September. He had completely forgotten about the promises he had made back then. He had been too focused on the whole fake pregnancy issue with Anya that all of his presidential obligations escaped from his mind.

"And why couldn't your 'darling friends' come ask me themselves?" Sav air quoted Fiona's vocabulary.

Fiona gave him a questioning look, "Seriously?"

"Whatever. I guess you're right. I'll talk to Simpson about it tomorrow."

"Good," Fiona replied, "Well, I'm off to a spa day with those darling friends of mine!"

She turned on the heel of her vintage boots and retreated from Sav's locker. That was the thing with Fiona Coyne, she was always so graceful. Anyone and everyone envied her ability to walk in the highest heels without tripping. Anya was the exact opposite. So cute and clumsy, you couldn't help but find her adorable in every way possible. Sav shook Anya from his head. "We broke up." Sav reminded himself. "We've both moved on."

"Fiona, wait!"

Fiona spun around as her cascading black curls fanned around her, eyebrows raised.

"Tell those two to watch their backs!" Sav said jokingly.

"Will do Mr. Prez." She gave Sav a wink and with that Fiona walked out the doors of Degrassi Community School.

The morning bell signaling the beginning of homeroom sounded like fireworks to the ears of Anya MacPherson. Anya groaned as she made her way to her desk. "Why do so many people stand around? I just want to get by!" Anya thought to herself. She eventually found her desk and wasted no time to slump into it and rest for a little while. Yesterday had not gone according to plan at all. Anya was supposed to meet up with Holly J. and Fiona for a spa day, but Anya just wasn't in the mood. She had been feeling really ddepressed and jittery ever since her mother disposed of the cocaine Chloe had given her. She just couldn't stop thinking about the little white powder. It had taken up such a small space in her locket and a bigger space in her mind. Whenever she felt sad, she had the urge to use it, just so she could fly for a while. Just a few minutes of happiness to then be brought down into a worse state of depression. She didn't want to do it, but she had called Chloe that afternoon to make another deal. She hopped into her car, exchanged the money for the coke, and got out as if nothing had happened. A little obvious, maybe, but no one seemed to notice. The only other person still waiting for a ride was Sav, but she assured herself that Sav no longer cared about her. He probably neglected to even look her way. And who cares? It's her life and Anya was done listening to everyone else. Even reason.

"Hey sleepy head, stay up too late studying last night?" Anya reluctantly opened her eyes to see Holly J. and Fiona sitting bright-eyed and cheery in the desks in front of her.

"Wha- Oh right! Sorry I bailed guys. Huuuuge History quiz first block."

"Well, you look…tired. Are you feeling okay?" Holly J. asked as politely as she could manage.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just stayed up too late. Promise." Anya flashed her a deceiving smile that she always fell for. Sometimes she wondered if Holly J. even knew her at all.

"Okay, good. Because Sav talked to Simpson and the sleepover got approved!"

"No way! That's great news! We can finally start enjoying the last week of high school instead of cramming for these exams."

"Says you!," Fiona chimed in, "I still have another semester in this rat hole."

"Don't worry, Fi. You'll be celebrating soon enough."

"Yeah well I'm still coming! It's no dinner in Paris, but I'll get over it." Fiona smiled.

"Hey, make sure to thank Sav for me later." Anya said as the bell for first block signaled throughout the school.

"No way! I am not the Pony Express. Thank him yourself MacPherson. It's the least you could do."

"But Fiona!"

"No buts! I'm sorry, but I have a play set to take down and I'm going to need all the time to find people to take it down for me."

"Holly J.? Pleaseeee?" Anya asked Holly J. while whipping out her puppy dog face.

"I would, but dialysis…"

"Fine. I will talk to Sav. Thanks anyways." And with that, Anya made her way out the door to her not-so-big History quiz.

A/N The beginning starts out a little slow, but I assure you the drama will begin soon enough! Please let me know what you think!