It's been a week. I'm surprised I'm still here. You'd think that after being late to dinner twice, they'd get pissed and ship me off. Other families had.
I met Jay's friends the day after I arrived. One of them, I forget who, says that he's got a crush on me. Jay likes his foster sister. Scary.
He is hot, I'll admit, but I'm not good at making friends and I've tried to keep from bonding with foster siblings. I'm never there long enough.
Jay's helped me a lot. Like his mother said, he helped me redecorate my room. I basically painted the whole thing black, blood red, and different shades of blue.
I've woken up everyday at about 9:30 and eaten breakfast.
Today, after I wake up, I stall. I usually go straight down to eat after getting dressed. I don't feel like getting dressed. So, I open my door, and walk down the hall, in black and red flannel pants and a tight pure-black shirt that goes a little above my belly button.
Jay is already there when I walk in. Surprising, he usually tries not to wake up before 2. I shrug and sit at my "regular" spot. Pulling a bowl and a spoon towards me with one hand, I reach for a box of cereal with the other. I start to open it.
As the dry cereal hits the bowl, Jay looks up. Usually, I doubt he'd care that a girl was sitting in front of him in pajamas, but this time he did. He blushes. Ciar Scotts blushed.
I raise an eyebrow, but don't say anything. Instead, I just reach for the milk.
He blinks a few times. "Nice outfit."
"Thanks. I felt like staying comfortable. You do every morning," I look pointedly at his boxers.
He blushes again, but crosses his arms over his bare chest. "This is my house. I can wear what I want."
Rolling my eyes, I don't reply. Taking the spoon, I begin to eat. He watches me, I can feel it, but I busy myself with reading the back of the cereal box. After that, I start counting how many spoonfuls are in my bowl.
When I finish, I look at him. He's staring at me. Smirking, I finally speak, "Yes, I know. For now, I live here, too."
He sighs and watches as I reach into my pocket. I pull out a pill and put it in my mouth, swallowing it with a gulp of water. Then I continue to drink until the cup is empty.
"What's that pill for?"
I look at him and raise an eyebrow before standing up and carrying my dishes over to the sink. "Ask your mother," I say as I place them in.
"I did, but she said I had to ask you," he answers, also standing up and carrying his dishes over to put in. "What's it for?" he asks again, putting his on top of mine.
"I'll tell you one day," I answer, smirking lightly.
He groans and shakes his head before heading towards the door. "Oh, mom said to tell you to be ready by 10 to go to your school."
"Woah, wait. What school?" I ask, panicking slightly. He continues as if he hasn't heard be.
Growling, I chase after him. I step in front of him and put my hands up on his chest to make him stop.
"Woah there, Ciar. Stay." I frown. "What school?!"
He raises an eyebrow, trying not to look amused. "Degrassi."
Ignoring the pleasant shivers running up my spine from touching his bare chest, I frown harder. "What about you? Why don't you go to school?"
"Home school," he answers simply. "You'd better get going. You don't even have 30 minutes."
Growling at him, I lower my hands and stalk off towards my room. I'm not one of those girls who take hours to get ready, but I do take at least 15 minutes.
***
Like I said, only 15 minutes. During which, I take a five minute shower, spend 6 minutes getting dressed, and the rest putting on my make-up. It's only black pencil outlining my eyes. Nothing else.
Standing in front of the mirror, I suddenly realize I'm wearing what I wore on the plane. When did I wash this? I shrug. Doesn't really matter, I'm ready to go. Looking around, I sigh and walk out. I don't have any school supplies, so there's nothing to take a long.
Walking towards the front door, I find Jay's still in his boxers, but he's messing with a backpack.
"I thought you said you were home schooled. What do you need a backpack for?" I ask, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice.
He literally jumps and turns to look at me. Hiding his embarrassment, he shrugs impassively. "I am. This is yours. I was just putting in a…gift," he finishes quietly, blushing a little.
What's with him blushing a lot all of a sudden? Then I remember, he likes me. He also isn't the type of guy to go around buying people, girls in particular, gifts.
I'm not one used to getting presents. Smiling awkwardly, "Um…thanks."
He shrugs and walks off, presumably to get his mother.
Sure enough, Mrs. Scotts walks in from…somewhere in the castle.
"Ready to go?" she asks, smiling happily.
It's before 12! How can she be so perky?! "Yeah, I guess…" I mutter in reply, picking up my new backpack and slinging it over my shoulder.
We walk in silence to the car. Works for me. I hate talking. I know that in school, I'll have to. For once I thought maybe they wouldn't make me go. But nope, I have to.
Buckling myself in, I turn to stare out the window, ready to space. Mrs. Scotts takes my quietness for nerves, which is completely wrong.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make friends. I went to Degrassi when I was in school." She keeps her eyes on the road.
"Mm…I'm not worried about that. In fact, I'm not worried at all." I answer, still staring out the window.
"I see, well, you seem worried about something."
I stare at the window longer. Can't she see that I'm not interested in a conversation?
"I'm not. I can't be worried. I'm used to being on my own, no friends, therefore, I'm stress free."
Something in my tone must tell her I don't want to talk. She shuts up. Thank God.
When we get there, about five till ten, I just sit in the car and stare at the school. It's pretty big, obviously public. On the front is a big sign that says 'Welcome to Degrassi'. I roll my eyes. No kid in their right mind is going to feel welcome to a school. Especially not a public one.
"Well, here we are," says Mrs. Scotts. She was obviously trying to get me out of the car.
"Yeah," I mutter, opening the car door, "here we are."
I get out and pull my backpack out behind me. Slinging it over my shoulder, I bend down, "Thanks for the ride."
"You're welcome. I'll pick you up after school, which ends about 3:30."
"Aight," I mumble, closing the door with a quiet thud.
I turn and start up the steps, not looking forward to school at all. For one thing, I was late. So walking into a classroom late would attract attention that I didn't want. I hate being late to school. I hate it a lot.
Pushing the door open, I walked in the direction I assumed the main office was. I was right. Sighing I walked in and over to the desk.
The lady there looked up, "May I help you?"
I take a deep breath, "Yes. I'm Corazon Dremel, I'm new, and I'm supposed to start today. Do you have…a schedule for me?"
"Oh yes, I remember. Stay here while I get the papers and your locker number and code."
Before I can say anything, she gets up and bustles somewhere in the back. Great, I'm stuck by myself. Looking around, I try and find something interesting to stare at. Nothing. Not a good sign. The school's office is boring, so the school must be. Perfect.
She comes back a few minutes later with a schedule and a piece of paper for me. She hands it to me, "There you go."
"Thanks…" I mutter and walk out of the office.
According to the piece of paper, my locker was 117. I look at the locker I'm in front of. It's 134. I turn left and walk down the hall until I find 117.
I start to unpack.
Once done with that, I head to my first class. The schedule says 'Literature, Kwan, 108'. Tilting my head, I guess the room is 108, the teacher is Kwan, and literature is the subject. Brilliant deductions there, Cor. Got anymore? I snort to myself and walk in a direction until I come upon a room.
108.
Wow, I'm lucky. I walk to my first class and find it without the class getting over first. It's an improvement for me.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and walk in. None of the students notice me as they are all writing in…notebooks? I raise an eyebrow and walk over to the teacher. She looks up and appears slightly startled. I look at the schedule. There's a note clipped on back. I tear it off and hand it to her.
She reads it and nods. Standing up she speaks loudly, "Class, we have a new student."
Half of them look up, the rest keep writing. I roll my eyes.
She clears her throat and looks at me. "Would you like to introduce yourself and tell a bit about you?"
I shrug. "Not particularily, but I don't have a choice, do I?"
She frowns a little.
"That's what I thought," I mutter, looking at the class. The half that had looked up are laughing, and the other half are looking up, not knowing what they missed. I sigh, "I'm Corazon Dremel. I hate my first name, and would rather be called Cor. In fact, that's all I'll answer to if someone speaks to me. I don't plan on being here that long, I rarely am, and so I don't plan on making many friends, I rarely do. If someone wants to try and be my friend, they are welcome to, I don't really care." I pause, letting some of them laugh, and pretend to be thinking hard. "Yep, that's about it," I say, looking back at Mrs. Kwan.
She looks slightly flustered at my outburst of an introduction, but quickly covers it up. "We have two other new students here, and you all have made them welcome, I expect you to do the same to Cor." She points to an empty spot near the back, "You can go sit back there, by Cody."
I shrug and walk towards the spot indicated to me. I hear a girl mutter, "Great, another goth," to her friend. I smirk a little and finally sit down in the spot and immediately slouch down.
I glance to my left and realize I'm sitting next to the hottest guy I've ever seen, including Jay. My mouth gapes slightly, and to my horror, he looks at me.
Seeing my expression, he raises an eyebrow. "I'm Cody McCrea," he says, smiling a bit. "I'm new here too. That," he pauses to point towards the front to a girl with brown hair and blonde highlights, "Is my sister Jess." He looks back at me, still smiling slightly, "And you're Cor, as you just finished telling us."
I smile a little, but don't say anything. I'm too busy looking him over. God he's hot. Is he even human? I wonder to myself. Realizing I'm staring at his brown eyes, I advert my gaze to the table. "Yep, that would be me."
He nods, "Yeah…so…where are you from?"
"Everywhere," I mutter, not noticing my tone sounds sad. I glance back at him to see his frowning slightly. He's cute when he frowns.
"What do you mean?" he asks, tilting his head a little to the side.
He's even cuter when he does that.
"I'm adopted, and I get kicked from family to family a lot. I'm rarely in the same place for very long," I answer, trying to explain so he wouldn't be confused. For some reason, if I were to have a friend, I'd want him to be it.
He frowns harder, making him look even cuter. He seems to be thinking. "Is that what you meant when you said you don't plan on being here long and you don't plan on making any friends?" he asks softly.
"Yeah…I'm rarely anywhere long enough to make a friend. I haven't had one since…" I stop, the memory clogging my throat. I look away, knowing if I looked in his eyes much longer I'd cry.
"Since…?" he asks.
I shake my head, "Nevermind."
He must hear the note of pain in my voice, for he doesn't press. Though I do hear him mutter something like 'I hate neverminds…' I smile a little and look back at him. He's staring at the table, looking slightly upset.
"I've got a question for you…" I say slowly.
He looks back at me, but still slightly upset. "Yeah?"
I tilt my head slightly, like he had earlier. "Will you be a friend of mine? Please?"
He just stares at me.
"I can understand if you don't want to…since I won't be here long." I add, looking away. Why did I care? I'd just met him, I shouldn't want him to be a friend.
"That must suck, but I never said I don't want to be. You just kinda…startled me, you sounded upset so…um…nevermind…" he says, looking away.
I smirk, raising an eyebrow, "No, tell me. I hate neverminds…"
He glances at me and sighs. "You just seemed like you were sad, so I thought you wouldn't want me as a friend…so I got upset…" he mutters, blushing a little.
Blusher! I scream in my mind, starting to giggle.
He raises an eyebrow, blushing darker, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," I say, giggling harder.
"Don't make me tickle you. What's so funny?!" he asks, slightly louder, no longer blushing, but smirking instead.
I open my mouth to tell him, but Mrs. Kwan interrupts, "Cody, Cor…that's enough talking. Get to work."
This time I blush too, and lower my head as Cody also blushes and starts to write again. "Great…" I mutter, loud enough for him to hear me. "I'm here ten minutes and already I get in trouble for talking."
He glances at me, smiling. Then he turns and writes.
If he smiles again, I swear I'm going to die now, instead of in a few years, I think to myself. Since I have no notebook, I can't write anything. I hope like hell that I'll be able to ask him what I'll need for my next class…whatever that is.
