I've decided I want to try a Degrassi fanfiction with Riley not ending up with Peter. I don't like Peter at all. Sorry to the Peter lovers. This will be slash so if you don't like it, why are you even reading anything with Riley in it. He's gay. Anyway I do not own anyone from Degrassi. I just own Cody, (he's my favorite of all my characters cause he's so innocent!), and Johnny. Oh and Cody's manager, (least favorite, You'll see why!). Anyway here it is.
"Go back to where you came from."
"We don't need you here."
"Go die, faggot."
Those were the main things I'd gotten on my first day of Degrassi. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? Sure I was different, but it gave them no right to make fun of me. All that just because I was gay and okay with it. I didn't even have to tell them. I guess my clothes gave it away. I had on a black shirt, with flowing long sleeves. That and black skinny jeans. The other words I got that weren't from homophobic guys…
"You're so cute."
"Can I get your autograph?"
"How do you manage your job and school at the same time?"
I was also a teenage model. Cody Johnson. I hated being a model too. It took up all my free time and my boss didn't treat me right. Abusive ass. I didn't mind the attention; it was just something I learned to endure. Plus, on my first day, I saw the hottest boy at Degrassi High. Riley Stavros. Unfortunately, he was one of the homophobic guys. I met him after school when he tripped me.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going, fag," he said, glaring down at me with his baby blue eyes. His hair was short and blonde and at that point was covered with a hat. I ignored him, got up, and ran to the bathroom. When I knew I was alone, I let loose. I cried knowing that I wouldn't be accepted in this school either. Then I did the only thing I knew how to do. I cut. When the blood stopped, I ran it under the faucet and then covered my wrists back up with my shirt. When I walked back out, Riley was still standing there. He watched me as I walked past him. I stopped and looked at him. I knew my eyeliner had smeared and that I looked like a wreck, but I didn't care.
"Did you want to tease me more? I'm sure you have a field day with it," I snapped. He looked at me with a sad look.
"No. I don't want to make fun of you. Can I not just stand here?" he snapped. I shrugged and began to walk off. I didn't get far because two guys came up behind me and grabbed me. One of them I knew as Derek and the other I didn't know at all.
"You have no right to talk to him that way, fag. You're nothing at this school, you got it?" Derek asked. I somehow managed to pull away and I swung at him. My fist connected with his jaw. The other guy pinned me down and started to punch me. He got pulled off after a bit. When I looked up, I saw Riley.
"Don't you remember what happened to the last kid that you did this to?" he asked. Derek got up and looked down at me. I was still on the ground. Without a word, they walked away. Riley looked at me a little more, but soon followed. I stood up and then ran to my job.
We had a slow day, but I was grateful for that. It delayed what I knew was coming. I couldn't avoid it all night. When I was done, my boss took me with him and we went to his private area. I'm not going into detail, but he chained me to the bed in there and then did his business. I really hated that part. When he was done, he got up and got dressed. I was still chained to the bed.
"Please let me up. I have school tomorrow," I said, sitting up. That was about the only thing I could do. He laughed and kissed me. I hated that.
"You know you don't have to go to school. You have a job, you have me, what else do you need it for?" he asked. I looked down. As much as I hated it, he was right. There really wasn't a reason for me to go to school. With a smile, he sat down and ran his hands over my chest. I wanted so badly to flinch away. He began to kiss my neck and I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else.
He kept me chained to that bed for a week. The last day, I got to go home. When I walked into my apartment, my roommate, Johnny, ran in. I had on a baggy black jacket and baggy pants. It was the only thing that I could find that hid my body well. He noticed. His bright green eyes held mine and he shook his head, making his light brown hair bounce.
"Why didn't you call me? That was the whole reason I bought you that cell phone was so you could call and tell me that he was torturing you," he said. I looked at him dully. My sky gray eyes were clouded with tears and my own brown hair was stringy and greasy, due to no shower.
"I don't know. Just let me go and take a shower please. I don't want to talk this way," I said and walked upstairs. I spent almost an hour in the shower, not wanting to come out. I got out after a bit, realizing I had to face him. I went downstairs and went to sit down in the kitchen with Johnny. He put hot chocolate down in front of me and sat across from me.
"You feel better?" he asked. I nodded a little. "I'm so sorry. I should have figured after you didn't come home for a few days. I just didn't think."
"I'm ok. Plus it kept me out of school for a little bit," I said. Johnny scooted closer to me.
"Did it not go to good, hun?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Not really. It sucked. I hate it and never want to go back," I said. Johnny chuckled.
"It'll get better. Besides I'm not letting you drop out," he said. I rolled my eyes.
"I know," I said. He acted to much like an older brother to let me drop out. I sighed and he looked over at me.
"Go ahead and go to bed. I bet you got no sleep over there. You need it," Johnny said. I nodded and went upstairs to my room. It wasn't really anything and boxes covered the floor since I hadn't been home to unpack them. I sighed and curled into my bed. It had been too long. I curled up into a ball around my pillow and went to sleep.
The next day at school, I had people give me weird looks. Everyone knew that I hadn't shown up for awhile, so rumors spread around the school. Riley came up to me at lunch and tapped me on the shoulder. I flinched and turned.
"Follow me," he said softly. I nodded and followed him outside. When we were outside, he walked over to a tree. I watched him study me. That day I had chosen a long sleeved black shirt and baggy black jeans. I tensed up a little.
"Was there a point to you bringing me out here?" I asked. He looked back up at my face.
"You remind me of some one," he said softly. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm a male model. Everyone here has heard of me and my sexuality," I snapped. He shook his head.
"No. I had a… friend that looked exactly like you," he said. I rolled my eyes again.
"Whatever. Look, I don't know you. Just let me go," I said and pushed passed him. He grabbed my arm, making me hiss in pain. Not only did my most recent cuts hurt me, but the chain marks were starting to bother me too.
"Cody please wait. Just hear me out. Meet me after school at this same place. Please. I want to hear why you weren't here for myself instead of listening to the rumors," he said. Why did he care? When he let go, I walked off. I had too much to think about.
Ok so I got that done. I hope you liked it! Please review!
