Chapter 10
Chantay's Point of View
I sat in front of the computer in the Media Immersion room, bored out of my brain. Couldn't something interesting happen? Anything? Surprisingly, nothing blog-worthy had happened today at Degrassi, and my many devoted fans must be dying! No juicy gossip to read, no rumors to spread, nothing. I still had the pictures on my cell phone of the pictures Adam Torres and Fiona Coyne took in the photo booth, but something told me to hold off on posting them on The Anti-Grapevine. Posting irrelevant gossip would be lame. And Degrassi is overdue for a little drama. I scratched at my short Afro thoughtfully. Surely something interesting has got to happen. Or... Gasp!
What if something interesting happened while I wasn't paying attention? My heartbeat sped up and I scanned the class. No one was whispering to each other, passing excessive notes, or typing rigorously on their computers. They all seemed interested in whatever Ms. Oh was prattling on about. The bell rang and everyone packed up. I clicked off The Anti-Grapevine homepage and logged off my computer. I walked out of the classroom slowly and dwelled by the door for a moment to watch the drama in the halls.
Holly J and Sav passed by, looking uber cozy. But they were old news. I can't post a story twice. Little Edwards and that scrumptious Goth walked by, smiling and talking, elbows touching. Ooh laa laa! Wait. They're sophomores. And they're not official yet. Plus, Darcy was one of my... Acquaintances. And the story wasn't scandalous enough. I mean, this is Degrassi, for crying out loud. Drama's as normal as lunch. What's this? I thought curiously.
That new rebel chick stalked that weird kid Adam Torres out of the remedial gym room. "What's your deal?" Bianca called from behind him. He turned to face her slowly. "Leave me alone," he pleaded, with that kicked little puppy look in his eyes. "Not until I find out what's going on there." Bianca demanded. Huh? I realized I was missing a vital piece of info in this argument. "Bianca, it's none of your business," he told her worriedly. She took a quick stride towards him. He jumped back, but her steps were larger, and she stood inches away from him. She reached out fiercely and started to tear open his casual plaid button down shirt. "Bianca stop!" he yelled at her, grabbing for her hands. A series of gasps shot down the hallway and broke the stunned silence. Underneath his shirt, he was wearing a black tank top with an Ace bandage wrapped around his chest to hide his... Boobs.
My huge eyes nearly shot out of my head. "Wow," Bianca looked as shocked as everyone else. "I've seen freaks like you on Oprah," she sneered. Adam's eyes were stuck open in fear, taking in the fact that all eyes were on him. He grabbed the sides of his shirt and held it closed, running away, tears evident in his eyes. As soon as Adam left the corridor, groups of kids there talked to friends and opened their cell phones to tell their friends about the incident.
I opened my phone, knowing mine held way more important information than the other kids. I dashed back in the Media Immersion room and opened The Anti-Grapevine homepage. Finally, something blog-worthy. I smirked at the screen and started typing. Moments later, Holly J walked in and handed Ms. Oh an envelope, then turned to leave. "Hey Holly J," I greeted. She made a face, and then answered, "Hi Chantay." I turned to face her. "Have you heard?" I asked urgently. "Heard what?" she asked, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. I pointed to the screen with my index finger. Holly J's eyes scanned the screen, reading The Anti-Grapevine story. Her jaw dropped. I crossed my arms, satisfied at her reaction. Who says gossip isn't ah-mazing? "Oh no." Holly J whispered.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yoo! Leave me your opinion in the review box. And if you thought that was drama, wait til you read the chapters I'll be posting tomorrow![= Xoxo, -C