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KC Guthrie

If you pass this troubled teen on the street, you would never suspect what he went through.

Dealing with a rough past, KC would always try his best to fit in with the nerds, and stay out of trouble. It was his duty as a child coming from two parents who weren't involved in his life to do; show everyone he could be better.

And so he went on his merry way to Degrassi, with the motivation from his 'parents'.

KC never suspected the outcomes of the new high school he would attend. Sure, he expected a diploma in four years, and perhaps even have a nice, well respected girlfriend with whom he'd someday marry.

The junior teenager now laughs at his naive thoughts.

Tears come easily nowadays, that he's been through so much trauma and carries too much baggage. A normal teen should be sitting at home on the weekends, scrolling through tumblr blogs and searching for concert tickets.

But KC Guthrie, instead of doing normal activities, sits on the steps of the adoptive parents porch of his baby.

The guilt eats away at his mind and soul constantly. There's not a second that goes by where the boys thoughts aren't troubled.

He thinks about Clare every now and then, wondering how she's doing. He never talks to her anymore, being that she's moved on to a boy who can treat her the way she deserves to be.

KC never admits to it, but when he sees Clare smiling, holding hands with the goth boy, he knows he did something right in his life.

He has made countless mistakes, but letting Clare go-in the harshest way he could-was the best thing he has ever done.

Hurting her was a mistake, he'd never meant to do that. He was relieved when she forgave him, and buried their feelings in the past.

The worst part about KC's current life; he only feels remorse.

He wishes he could build a time machine, and take back the night where Jenna and him got caught up in the moment. Wishing his childs life away is not what he means, but in a twisted way, he does.

The moment Tyson Guthrie was held in KC's arms, an intense, overpowering feeling of glee came over him. The tiny bundle of joy cuddled into his torso, raising his tiny fists in the air. Little Ty had drooled all over KC's finger, and in that moment, he knew he'd do whatever it takes to keep this little boy happy.

Too bad it meant giving him away.

The day KC handed his baby into the arms of another person, was the day his world had ended. His emotional barrier he had up, built so well with a firm hand, had come crumbling down to nothing.

He cried.

He cried because he knew part of this was partially his fault. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, settling a dead feeling throughout his body could push someone over the edge.

And that's exactly where KC ended up.

Although, nowadays he felt like God was purposely keeping him hanging off the edge of a cliff; teasing him. His fingers were gripping onto the sharp ended rock, while he begged for someone to let him go. But whenever he tried to pull his hands away, they were always glued down.

There's no escape.

KC is a complex child-but that's what people seem to look pass. The fact that he is just a child, a person who is in desperate need of guidance. He always turns in the wrong direction, accidently.

The only thing that ever gave him an ounce of hope was Tyson; the look on his face, the smile on his lips, and even the smell that radiated from his body.

Everything about him set KC's demons free.

Sometimes, he looks in the mirror, and always wonders, who is looking back at him? Because, he sure as hell doesn't know.

People pass by KC, only being able to see the friendly jock from the Football field...but if only one person could overlook the mask on his face, he would feel better...just one question more, to take one brick off his shoulder.

He needs a person to lean on, just one.

"KC?"

The boy turns around with a jolt, seeing a girl he'd never expect to even look his way after what he did to her.

"C-Clare? W-What do you want?"

She swallows the lump in her throat, before handing him his ten page essay, "I revised your essay for you, remember? It was really...touching."

"Thanks."

He nervously retrieves the paper from Clare, shoving it in his bag, "KC, are you okay? I mean, after reading that, I'm really worried."

"Why don't you worry about your bipolar freak? You might need to talk him out of jumping off a building," he sneered.

KC didn't mean to be mean, it was just coming naturally. He was hurt, past the point of recovery-or so it felt.

He needed to hurt others, to make them feel what he feels everyday.

"For your information he takes medication daily, and he's stable. Unlike you I can look past flaws to find the beauty in people. God, even after giving up your own son you're still heartless," she spat, passing him by with a good shove to the shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," he whispered, "He's probably a better guy than I could ever be."

KC punches a nearby locker, startling Clare, making her turn back around.

"Oh KC," she feels sympathy for him, even though she knows she shouldn't.

Clare watches as the boy begins to break down, his hands shaking and face turning beat red with regret. He slides down his locker, his torso heaving, "I-I just miss him so much..."

She bites back her front lip, before taking a seat across from him. It was only seven in the morning, both being at school earlier than usual, so no one was around.

Just them.

"KC...it's okay, to-you know, feel sad. But you did what you had to do for your child. You love him, don't you?" he nodded, "So much Clare...so much. B-But they won't let me see him all the time, t-they even renamed him! And the worst part, Jenna walks around with Jake like she doesn't even care."

"I'm sure she just deals with the open adoption differently," Clare suggested, but KC shook his head, wiping away his tears, although the attempt was helpless, "W-Whenever I see Ty, I see me and Jenna. He even c-cried when I left, that means he wants me. He needs me Clare, he's my...my baby."

Clare put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing the bone soothingly, "Open adoption is hard, especially with a baby when you're still just a 'baby'. Tyson will know who is real father is KC, and you will get to see him grow up through pictures, through the adoptive parents visits. They aren't allowed to shun you out, it's in the papers."

"I miss holding a bottle to his lips in the middle of the night, or waking up at five in the morning to rock him back to sleep. I miss my baby," Clare sighed, looking at the broken boy before her-never thinking he'd crack.

"It's okay to miss Tyson," she assured, "but you did this to give him a better life, with a stable home. Don't you want the best for him?"

"Yes."

"And you did the best you could KC, there's nothing more to do but try to move on. If it helps, talk to your mom, or Jenna even," he shook his head, "She doesn't even want to look at me with lumberjack jackhole next to her."

"His name is Jake, but close enough," Clare smiled, patting his knee before standing up.

She held out her hand, offering it to him, "Getting back up is the hard part, right?"

"Not if someone is helping you," Clare whispered, as KC interlocked a shaking hand with hers. He hesitantly stood to his feet, feeling as though a couple of bricks had been lifted off his chest.

"T-Thank you...for the talk," he said shyly, watching Eli coming down the hallway, a careless grin on his face.

"Good morning Clare," KC watched as the girl he used to know like the back of his hand interlock fingers with each other. He pecked her cheek, and she smiled.

Eli looked at KC, before saying, "Good morning KC, hope you have a good day."

The way he looked at Clare sent a jolt of electricity through his frame. He stared at her like she was the only thing that kept him on the ground.

"Good morning Eli," KC held out a fist, and even though they never talked, Eli awkwardly bumped fists back with him.

"If you ever need to talk again, you can always Facerange me or come up to me," Clare offered, as Eli smirked, "Clare and I were going to hang out later at my house, have a movie night. Adam might be coming over with Drew, so if you want to join us, you can."

Eli could tell by his tear stained face, and with the knowledge of his past from Clare, that he needed a break.

KC mentally contemplated whether or not to accept this offer. Even though he would spend most of the night thinking about Tyson, he thought that maybe being surrounded by new, different people that this could be the start of something good.

It took all the courage in the world, but with a clear mind, he whispered, "...Sure."

My name is KC Guthrie, and I gave my baby a chance at life.

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