So…I'm writing this while stuck at my dad's house with no power. Not to mention I'm sharing my room with the most anti-social cat in history…that is trying to climb on my shoulder…eh…her claws hurt.
What is up with this snow in October?
Oh well I hope you guys like the second chapter. Who knows what I'm thinking writing everything at once.
Also…I forgot to tell you the last chapter's title origin.
Chapter 1: Stone Cold Sober by Paloma Faith
Chapter 2: Don't Do Sadness/Blue Wind from the play Spring Awakening
Cause you know, I don't do sadness
Not even a little bit.
Just don't need it in my life
Don't want any part of it
Don't do sadness…so been there
Don't do sadness, just don't care
Holly J sat in the cafeteria, a tray of uneaten food sitting there in front of her. Anya was managing bites of a cheeseburger around her braces but Holly J didn't feel an ounce of hunger. This was the school Heather had gone to? This circus of a place? She was absolutely appalled that her parents would stoop so low as to send her here now too. Who did she look like? The frigging Mother Teresa? That so called principal had another thing coming if she honestly thought that Holly J, or anyone from Lakehurst was going to try being friends with any of these class-less losers.
Well, maybe that Damien kid, god he was so full of himself. And all those stupid Degrassi cheerleaders seemed to under the impression that he was trying to friends with them out of the kindest of his heart. Like he was some crazy Messiah born out of the depravity of Lakehurst. Well they had another thing coming because Holly J Sinclair knew everyone at Lakehurst. She knew who they were, how they acted and what they wanted. And all Damien Hayes wanted was some ass.
"I swear to god if one more of these losers bumps me I will beat them." Coen remarked, setting her tray down beside Holly J.
"Holly J's already on the prowl for a kill." Anya laughed, looking up from a French fry.
"God…I cannot believe that my parents forced Heather to endure this." Holly J remarked, "It's like torture."
Coen rolled her eyes at her friend and tucked a flyaway back into place on her head. Her auburn locks were tied back in a high-pony similar to Holly J and Anya. Sticking a Ralph Lauren riding boot clad foot out, Coen tripped a shorter boy with glasses and spikey hair. She pulled her foot in and crossed her arms on the table as she watched him try to catch himself, his food tray flying out of his hand and spilling on the floor.
He pushed himself off his hands, sitting up on his knees and turning to look at the girl sitting there grinning at the lunch table. She was about to say something to him when she caught sight of that blond-skank of a principal walking toward them. She turned her body completely to face and dropped to the floor to pick up a stray bottle of water from his tray.
"Are you alright? This cafeteria is crazy." She remarked, smiling sweetly.
"Toby what happened?" Principal Hatzilakos was standing above the two of them.
Coen let out a soft snort at the length of the older woman's skirt and the lack of stockings before formally composing herself yet again.
"I was just trying to get a seat and Toby here," She smiled at him, her eyes narrowing, "must have tripped on my shoe when I was sitting down. I'm ever so sorry. I really would never do anything to harm one of the students here…everyone seems so nice." Coen finished, looking back up at the principal.
She stood and reached for Toby, offering her hand to him and helping him to his feet. Holly J smiled behind her, nodding her head to cooperate Coen's story. Toby yanked his hand back the minute he was righted to his feet.
"Well it's awfully nice to see some of my Lakehurst students joining so well with our students." Principal Hatzilakos remarked, an approving look gracing her features.
"Yeah…thanks." Toby grumbled and glared at Coen as the principal moved along passed them.
"Watch your step next time dipshit." Coen stated, shoving his water bottle at him.
Toby yanked the water away from her and stalked off, heading back for the lunch line. He kept telling himself these kids weren't worth his time. They all acted like it was no big deal that they had killed JT. If it was the other way around they would have been throwing a fit that Degrassi students weren't fawning all over them. But these kids had no soul.
From his spot in the lunch line he watched the younger girl sit down with her friends and laugh. How funny? His best friend had died last year because some jackass waste of air from her school had killed him and all she did was laugh. Toby would never hit a girl but he wondered if it counted when the girl was more like a devil's spawn.
"Who are you burning with your eyes Toby?" Manny asked, coming up behind him in line.
"Those three." He pointed to the three girls eating there lunch not too far away. "That one with the brown hair tripped me and when Ms. Hatzilakos came over she acted like she was helping me."
"Coen Taylor?" Manny remarked, "She's evil through and through. That girl is seriously cuckoo-bananas. She did something similar in English this morning. I can't remember that one's name but the other is Holly Sinclair."
"Well they're all horrible."
Anya looked up at the guy in line. She couldn't believe Coen had tripped him. Holly J could be a bully but sometimes Coen was just plain mean. She wondered if either of her friends would mellow out eventually. Her mom always said everyone changes with age but Holly J and Coen had only gotten worse.
She had liked them both well enough last year when they all started Lakehurst together. Coen had been shier then, sweeter almost. Anya had watched her friend over the course of freshman year. Her personality had stayed the same when she was with the two of them but the minute Coen was faced with people she wasn't already friends with she just turned mean and defensive. Holly J was always a bully, to her and Coen, to everyone she came in contact with.
Anya wasn't like that. She was always nice. She didn't have a mean bone in her body. That was why she was friends with people like Coen and Holly J. Coen always joked that Anya balanced the three of them out. Anya thought of them more as bodyguards half the time. Anya was never afraid of someone bullying her or pushing her around because her friends would tear them apart. But that didn't stop her from worrying about these Degrassi kids. These kids hated them. Sometimes Anya was worried that pushing these kids around was like playing with fire. There was a school full of hurt, angry kids who were trying to find answers for what happened and here was Coen, pushing them around like she owned the place.
"I heard that Toby kid was friends with the boy who died." Anya whispered, leaning across the table to her best friend.
"Like I care?" Coen cocked an eyebrow at Anya. It wasn't that she didn't care. It was just that if he was going to treat her like she was some shit beneath his sneakers then she was going to treat him the same way.
"They just use excuses like that to justify treating us badly. Listen, Anya, it may be hard for you to understand but you can't just let people push you around because they say they can." Holly J replied, flicking her ponytail behind her.
Anya nodded her head but remained silent.
Lunch went on for the rest of the students in the cafeteria. They ate their lunches in overwhelming noise. Shouting, laughing, pieces of food sailing through the air. More then once Holly J had felt herself moving to the side to maneuver around food behind tossed between tables.
Halfway through her French fries Coen was hit square in the head by a granola bar. She dropped fry and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Coen picked up the granola bar and looked up; sitting two tables behind them were Johnny, Bruce and some other guys from Lakehurst. Bruce was laughing and watching her. Coen shoved her chair back and walked over to the table, a frown fixed on her face.
"Did you throw this at me?" Coen asked, holding the granola bar out to Bruce.
"What are you going to do about it?" A guy with short black hair asked. She'd didn't know his name though she recognized him from the halls of Lakehurst.
Coen smiled at the two boys and unwrapped the granola bar. Reaching over she grabbed Bruce's soda bottle and twisted the cap open, shoving the wrapper inside and sitting the overflowing bottle on the table. Bruce was about to say something about the soda when she crumbled the granola bar in her hand, dumping the crumbs on his head.
"Don't you dare ever throw something at me again." She remarked, straightening her shoulders and walking back to her table.
Bruce sat there trying to shake the crumbs out of his tangled hair. He'd never had food dumped on his head before and he'd certainly never had a girl stuff a granola wrapper in his drink. Johnny had his head down, focused on his book, but Bruce could see the smirk on his face and the slight shake of his shoulders as he silently laughed at his friend's misfortune.
Bruce leaned across the table and shoved the blond, glaring at him. "It's not funny, that girl is a bitch."
"Aw…Bruce-y, are you awfraid of a wittle girl?" His other friend asked, his voice high-pitched and mocking.
"Shut up Lucas." Bruce remarked as he got up from the table.
"Where are you going man?" Johnny asked, finally looking up from his book.
"Getting another soda cause that bitch ruined mine." He answered.
Johnny turned to look at the table two down from them. The three girls were laughing, most likely at Bruce's expense. When Coen looked over she frowned and glared at Johnny. He just turned back to his friends. Whether she was a girl or not he doubted Bruce was going to give up bothering her that easily.
So maybe, I should be some kind of laundry line
Hang their things on me,
And I will swing them dry
You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and see
They come to set you free
Beneath the rising moon
Cause you know…I don't do sadness