A/N: So Jenna and KC get a little intense at the end but nothing graphic. However if you want to skip this kind of content, stop at the last Dallas section.

POVS: Eli, Dallas, Jenna

After the disaster with a Midsummer Night's Dream last year, Eli Goldsworthy was determined to make this year's fall production a major success. If he was to get into NYU after Degrassi, he would need to build up an excellent resume in the next four years and the only way to do that was to be part of an amazing production with a cast and team that cared about putting in the hard work needed for a successful play.

The only problem was that no one in Drama Club currently gave a shit about producing an amazing production after the stabbing of J.T. Yorke.

"Come on guys, I need ideas. There's hundreds of classics that we could do here at Degrassi," he urged his club members as he walked around the front of the room. J.T. was going to be in the hospital for a while to recover from his life saving surgery so until then he, a mere niner, was acting head of the club since Manny Santos was also taking a break from drama to focus on Spirit Squad. It would have been an honor, if anyone actually cared. The stabbing of a beloved senior kinda dampened everyone's spirits even if he did survive. "Anyone? Please?" He pleaded.

Marisol, of all people, raised her hand. This year she was actually attending club meetings, and he was still surprised at that. "We could do a musical, to lift up everyone's spirits," she suggested. He raised an eyebrow at that. If there was one thing he hated, it was musicals. It was why he avoided most Disney movies.

"Musicals aren't my thing," he replied gruffly.

"Well you wanted ideas, right? I think a musical is a GREAT idea!" She insisted, and a few people in the room voiced their agreements. Eli frowned, it seemed like he was going to be forced to go out of his comfort zone.

"Fine, what musicals do you think we should do?" He questioned, spitting out the word "musical" like it was something disgusting on his tongue, which it was.

"Hairspray!" A girl in the back yelled out.

"Hairspray requires a lot of black people, which we are severely lacking at Degrassi," he dryly turned down.

"Phantom of the Opera," another person suggested, and he perked up at that. Phantom Of The Opera was a highly esteemed production with a dramatic and engaging plot….

"Too dark. We need something light," Marisol rejected, and then her face lit up. "The Little Mermaid!" She exclaimed.

"Absolutely fucking not," he rejected harshly, his stomach turning at the very idea.

"Why not? It's bright, it's colorful, it's cheery! It's what Degrassi needs right now!" Marisol argued.

"The last thing I want is to have my name attached to any Disney production," he replied.

"Well let's put it to vote," Marisol challenged while standing up. "Who thinks the Little Mermaid would be a great idea for this fall?"

When more than half of the people raised their hands, Eli wanted to rip his hair out. There was no way this was actually happening. He didn't deserve this.

"Fine," he accepted bitterly, "Marisol, since this is your brilliant idea, you can direct this because I'm not."

"But…I never directed anything before," she replied in confusion.

"Well there's a first time for everything right?" He asked her with a fake, tight smile. She looked fearful at the prospect, but he didn't care. "Auditions can be held tomorrow," he added as he went to write down the title of the musical on the white board.

He was not going to direct anything sugary and colorful. It wasn't his style. Since Marisol was so insistent on doing this musical, he was going to give the reins to her.

That way if the show flopped, everyone would know who to blame.

After practice ended early, Dallas waited outside a classroom for the object of his desires to leave. Despite hooking up with that Lakehurst girl at the party, he still had quite a few girls at Degrassi he was into. Plus after what happened to J.T., the idea of involving himself with girls from the enemy school was an unpleasant one. After all, if he messed with the wrong one, her ex boyfriend or his friend might stab him.

People began walking out of the classroom after a few minutes, and Marisol Lewis, his next conquest, was one of them. "Sup," he asked as he sauntered up to her. Marisol was one of the finest girls in school, and single. Drew advised him not to pursue her because of his own bad history with her but just because Drew fucked up with her doesn't mean he would. He was an expert when it came to girls.

"Hi…," she greeted back and he could see the unease in her smile. Well, he could easily win her over.

"How would you like to go on a date with one of Degrassi's future star athletes?" He asked with a flirtatious smirk.

"No thanks, I'm kinda busy at the moment," she rejected as she moved to get away from him, but he blocked her path. He got this.

"Why, because of that Lakehurst boy you were dancing with at the party? I wouldn't take my chances with him, I'm the much better option," he replied.

"Oh yeah? Well what do you have that he doesn't besides not being from that school?" She asked while folding her arms.

"I know how to treat a girl right on a date, give me a chance and I'll take care of you. How about you and me at The Dot tomorrow after school?" He offered.

"I apparently have auditions tomorrow after school but I'll see if I can squeeze you in," she accepted with a shrug before moving past her. He watched the back of her in desire. She would make a fine addition on his arm, and maybe another notch on his belt. He heard that she was quite ran through so sex from her shouldn't be too hard to get.

As he began to start walking to his next class, his phone vibrated from his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that he got a text from one of the girls he used to mess with at his old school, Vanessa.

"We need to talk" was what the message read. He chose to ignore it by putting his cellphone back in his pocket and continuing to walk to class.

Jenna didn't see K.C. all morning until she entered math class where he was talking with Connor. "Hey babe," she greeted with a purr as she walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey," he greeted back with a smile as he turned his attention towards her. "What are we doing tonight?" He asked her. She knew that he was hoping it involved a lot of making out while her oldest brother wasn't home. Well, unfortunately Kyle had something different in mind for tonight. She smiled nervously.

"How does the idea of meeting all of my brothers at a family dinner sound to you?" She asked him.

"Um…..interesting," he answered with an uncomfortable look on his face, "Your brothers know about us?"

"I accidentally let it slip while helping Kyle wash his car, sorry," she apologized sheepishly. Her older brother definitely wasn't pleased to find out that she had a boyfriend at her age, and he went into super overprotective big brother mode instantly. Then after he calmed down, he blabbed to all of her other brothers. "He's willing to give you a chance, and you don't have to do much, just be yourself…but better!" She finished.

"This will be fun," K.C. replied, and the sarcasm in his voice made her slump her shoulders in sadness. She sat down and tried to think nothing of it as she pulled out her completed homework for the day. She was pretty sure she got half the problems on her worksheet wrong and it was going to be embarrassing when she was called up to put her answers on the board.

K.C. went back to talking with Connor, and she tried not to feel too bad over his reaction. Every boy was scared to meet his girlfriend's family, and she was sure that Kyle, Michael, Rory, and Brandon were going to make the dinner uncomfortable for him just because they could. The unfortunate side effect of her being the only sister in their family, and the youngest at that.

The bell rang for class, and Jenna tried to focus on class instead of the dreadful dinner tonight.

Eli hung up posters and an audition sheet for the musical outside of the cafeteria. As soon as he put up the sign up sheet, there were girls lining up to audition for Ariel. Well, he supposed he couldn't be mad at people being excited to involve themselves in the production at least. He went over to his lunch table to sit with Mo and Jake.

He was taken aback when he saw Marisol and Katie there too. Jake usually sat at a different table with the girls, and he was glad for it because being around Marisol still made him feel things he shouldn't. But here she was sitting at his table and he would just have to deal with it. Bracing himself, he sat down at the table in the middle of Mo and Marisol having a conversation.

"You should have seen the way the guy's guts exploded in the movie. It was epic," Mo said with a goofy smile while making an exploding gesture with his hands.

"How did I ever date you?" Marisol asked in disgust.

"I don't know but you were crazy for ending things. Imagine not being able to cuddle with this every day," Mo answered while pointing at himself in pride. She rolled her eyes in response before she finally noticed him. "Hey Eli, are you going to actually help me with this musical or are you going to leave me out to dry?" She questioned..

"I'm only looking over the script," he answered while throwing up his hands defensively, "You wanted this, this is all on you."

"So you're not even going to help me with auditions? Come on, I know musicals aren't your thing but I need help, and you know way more about this stuff than me. I'm begging for you to at least help me co-direct…please," Marisol pleaded to him. He pursed his lips. He absolutely did not want to help her. On the other hand, he supposed that it would reflect badly on the entire drama department if he let Marisol ruin the entire musical by herself. And he also knew that part of being a director is getting assigned to projects he may not want to do. Sighing, he decided to give in.

"Fine, only because I refuse to allow even this kind of show to fail," he replied. She squealed excitedly in response.

"Yay!" She exclaimed before getting up and running to hug him, catching him off guard. "We're going to make an AWESOME team!" She added.

He didn't know whether it was the feel of her soft skin or the smell of her strawberry shampoo, but it made his body heat up in warmth.

Dallas walked out of the school when it was over, feeling triumphant. He scored a hot date with Marisol and he had high hopes that it was going to have a happy ending for him. Whistling, he made his way over to Drew and his sister, who were waiting for their mom to pick them up.

For some reason, they were talking to Vanessa, who immediately spotted him. "Dallas!" She called out to him.

"What the hell are you doing here, are you stalking me?" He demanded. He signaled for his friends to leave them.

"I texted you earlier that we need to talk, and you didn't respond back," she answered while folding her arms.

"Because we're done, or did you not know what a break up text means?" He replied dismissively.

"This is important, Michael," she declared, and the use of his full name made him cringe. "I took a pregnancy test last night and it said I'm pregnant," she revealed. His response was immediate.

"Well, it's not mine," he denied. Him and Vanessa had sex several times this summer but he used a condom.

"But it is, because you're the only guy I slept with and the condom must have broke," she insisted while stepping closer to him. "It's yours Dallas, don't deny it."

"You're just trying to trap me because you can't handle that we're not together anymore. I'm not falling for it," he replied, annoyed. It wouldn't surprise him. His dad warned him that when he became a star athlete that girls would constantly try to get pregnant from him so they could get that high paycheck from child support.

She glared at him. "You may think you're going to run away from responsibility, but you're not. This baby is yours and I'm not raising it alone," she said before finally walking away from him. He scowled at the back of her retreating figure. Drew approached him.

"Who was that and what did she want from you?" He asked him.

"Nobody, just some crazy girl I used to fuck with that wants more attention," he dismissed.

During the evening, Jenna set the plates and utensils on the dinner table. Kyle made spaghetti and Caesar salad and her other brothers were each bringing a dish. After she was done, she paced around the table while feeling incredibly anxious. She didn't know how tonight was going to go and she was scared. If anything went wrong she might be banned from seeing K.C. again.

There was a knock on the door, and she nervously went to answer it. Her hands were sweating as she turned the doorknob. To her relief (or not), it was just Rory and his girlfriend, Christine.

"What's up, bumblebee? We made lasagna!" He greeted cheerfully while holding up a Tupperware bin with the food in it. Him and Christine moved past her to put the food in the kitchen. Her brother Rory played football at the University of Toronto.

Another few minutes passed, and Michael showed up next with a tray of chocolate chip cookies. He had his kids Janie and Brian with him. Out of all of her older brothers, Michael's reaction to K.C. was what she feared the most. He worked at a youth detention center and she feared that he would be able to just smell the former delinquent off of K.C.

Finally, Brandon arrived with a twelve pack case of beer.

"Beer again? Really?" Kyle asked him wearily. No matter what the occasion, their youngest brother was guaranteed to bring alcohol no matter how inappropriate it was.

"Everyone loves Budweiser," Brandon answered casually before reaching over and tugging playfully on her hair. "Hey little sis. I'm pretty excited to meet this boyfriend of yours tonight," he added. Jenna smiled at him. Brandon was probably her favorite brother.

"Where is he, anyway? He should have been here before the rest of us," Michael questioned as he sat down primly on a couch.

"He'll be here soon, I promise," Jenna assured him while looking pointedly at the clock. She hoped K.C. wouldn't be late. That was the last thing that needed to happen.

The doorbell rang and before she could answer it, Michael got up from his seat in a hurry and opened up the door. There was K.C. on the other side, and he was wearing a dress shirt and pants that both looked too big for his size. He had a nervous smile on his face.

"Hi," he greeted shyly. Michael looked him up and down critically before stepping aside to let K.C. in the house. He didn't even say hi back.

"Hey baby," she greeted him with a warm smile before kissing him on the cheek. "You look great."

"I had to get whatever I could get from the clothing bin at the group home," he replied to her in a whisper so that none of her brothers could hear it. Then Kyle called them all to dinner.

She could see how tense her boyfriend was as everyone passed around the food. He didn't really make eye contact with any of her brothers. Whenever he ate his spaghetti or salad, he would put the fork up slowly to his mouth and chew on it softly in an attempt to look proper.

"So K.C. what do you like doing in your free time?" Rory asked him kindly.

"I play basketball and football, sir," K.C. answered quickly.

"Awesome choices, do you plan on going pro someday after high school?"

"I might, but I'm mostly concerned about getting into a university with a great STEM program."

"STEM? You're into science?" Michael questioned with a surprised look on his face. K.C. turned to look at him and swallowed before answering.

"Yes, I'm really into physics. But if my athletic career at Degrassi goes well, I can see myself doing sports in university as well."

"Jenna did say that you're part of the gifted program so that's good that you have interest in such a strong field," Michael replied, "So what's your home life like?"

"Michael!" Jenna sharply scolded her brother but K.C. grabbed her hand and squeezed it from underneath the table.

"No, no, it's fine," K.C. said, "I live at a children's home, sir."

Jenna was surprised that he answered honestly. She knew that he didn't like talking about the fact that he lived in a group home with other kids.

"What's a children's home?" One of his children asked innocently. That was when K.C. shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"A place for kids who can't currently be with their parents at the moment," he answered before quietly going back to eating his food, but that wasn't the end of things. As the dinner continued, all of her brothers kept asking him questions.

By the time dinner was over and it was time for everyone to leave, Jenna could tell that K.C. was glad that it was over. She walked over to her boyfriend, who volunteered to help clean the dishes.

"I think you made a really good impression on my brothers tonight. They all really like you," she complimented him.

"Yeah after they heard my whole life story," he grumbled.

The only thing Jenna could do was frown sadly.

In class the next day, Eli looked up videos of The Little Mermaid musical on YouTube. As he watched one show, he took notes on the costuming, set design, and performances. He hated how bright and colorful everything was but it had to be done that way.

Next to him was Marisol, who was playing with her nails after finishing her assignment for the day. They were French tips with a ballerina shape and he could tell that she had just gotten them done yesterday. He had to admit that they looked good on her hands.

Marisol noticed him staring, and smiled at him instead of looking at him in disgust. "You like them? I have a date tonight after auditions and I needed a manicure," she asked him.

"A date? With who?" He asked her back with a raised eyebrow.

"Mike Dallas," she answered, and something flared up in Eli.

"Cool…," he replied with a nod. However, inside he certainly didn't think it was cool. Surely Marisol could do better than some dumb jock even if she was a spoiled princess.

He tried to visualize Marisol and Dallas kissing in the hallways, and it only made him angry.

Dallas would love to say that he didn't spend all night thinking about Vanessa but it wasn't true. He was actually panicking.

They used a condom, but somehow she still got pregnant? It didn't make sense and he wanted to believe that her baby wasn't going to be his. However, deep down he knew that there was a very low probability that Vanessa slept with anyone else that summer. She was madly in love with him for the entirety of their eighth grade year. He just wanted to stand by the slim hope that she was only trying to trap him.

As he looked around the lunch room, his eyes fell on Marisol, who was happily chatting with her friend Katie about something. If everyone at Degrassi found out that he knocked a girl up, his reputation would be ruined. Not only would Marisol refuse to go anywhere near him, but no girl at Degrassi would want to date a guy with a kid. And then there would be the issue with sports. A baby would prevent him from attending practices and possibly even games.

Dallas had the urge to just pack his bags and just run. Run as far away from Toronto as possible. Maybe he could go to the United States or go all the way to Japan under a new identity. He could get his name changed to something random, like Demetrius Joyette. Yeah, that could work.

"Dallas, earth to Dallas," Drew called to him, and he was suddenly brought back to reality. His friend was tapping his pen onto their health textbook. "Remember you promised that we were going to work on our homework together?" He reminded him. "I don't know where to even start with this shit."

"Yeah…," Dallas answered slowly as he looked down at the textbook. He then blanched when he saw the subject they were covering. It was coincidentally about the different types of pregnancy.

Dallas could feel himself getting very sweaty.

"I think last night really upset him. He won't even talk to me," Jenna said to Alli as they got their books out of their lockers.

"Maybe he was just overwhelmed by everything. You guys haven't even been dating for a month and already he had to meet your brothers. He probably just needs some time," Alli reasoned. She then took out a tube of hot pink lipstick and began applying it to her lips in a small compact mirror.

"I guess," Jenna replied as she closed her locker. She then turned around to see K.C. talking with Clare, who was dressed in a stylish blouse, jeans, and cut out heels. Her long hair was pin straight for once. Her boyfriend shared a laugh with her friend and she suddenly felt on edge.

"Clare's looking rather different these days…," she mentioned as she continued to watch them interact. Something about the way they were talking had an aura she didn't like.

"Yes, and thank Allah for that. She's a pretty girl and now she's actually dressing like one," Alli replied before dramatically sighing in relief. "She's getting a lot of attention from boys now."

Clare said something that caused K.C. to smile, a real genuine one. It made her super uncomfortable. There was a strong chance that Clare still liked K.C. and could be plotting to steal him from her. It wouldn't surprise her too much as she knew plenty of boyfriend stealers at her old school (and she was one of them) but she wouldn't expect it from her saintly little Clarebear. She had to think of something.

The two of them finally stopped talking and Clare walked up to her and Alli with a smile. "Hey guys," she greeted.

"Hi Clarebear! What were you and K.C. talking about?" Jenna asked her.

"Oh, just science class, nothing serious," Clare assured her. For some reason, Jenna didn't believe her.

"Well Alli and I were talking and we noticed that a lot of boys are noticing you now, why don't we get you a boyfriend?" She offered.

"I don't think that's necessary," Clare replied with a little laugh.

"It's very necessary. In fact I have the perfect guy in mind for you, Clarebear," Jenna insisted. Her friend folded her arms.

"And who's that?" Clare questioned.

"Connor!"

After school, Eli sat at a table with Marisol doing auditions. For the lead role of Ariel, the people auditioning were required to sing Part of Your World. So far two girls sounded really good so they were most likely going to get the part. The other important roles were for King Triton, Prince Eric, and Ursula.

Marisol was really taking this musical seriously so far, he had to hand it to her. She was carefully paying attention to each audition and taking down notes of that person's performance. She also actually showed up earlier than him. Maybe they really could be a team.

After the fifteenth audition, she looked down at her watch, which was cat-themed with a white band and rose gold trimmings. "I have to leave early," she said while preparing to get up. He knew why she had to leave early. It was because of her stupid date with Dallas. Well, he was going to have to delay that a bit.

"No, no, I need you to stay with me during the rest of the audition process," he insisted.

"But I don't want to be late," she said in confusion.

"I'm sure Dallas will understand," he replied with a smile, "It will only be a few minutes, promise," he assured her while gesturing to the short line of people. She pulled out her cellphone to send Dallas a text and sat back down.

He tried not to smirk in victory as the next person came up.

Dallas was watching the score for the basketball game on one of The Dot TVs when Marisol finally arrived. "Sorry I'm late, auditions for The Little Mermaid were running slow," she apologized as she took a seat across from him.

"It's alright, beautiful. As long as you're here," he assured her with a dazzling smile. Their waiter, Spinner, came around.

"What would you kids like?" He asked them.

"I would like a bacon cheeseburger with seasoned fries and a Pepsi," Dallas answered while looking at Marisol, "And I'm pretty sure she wants a salad."

"No I'll have the same thing you got with cheese sauce and a strawberry milkshake," Marisol corrected with an amused smile. He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Those orders will be coming right up," Spinner replied to them both cheerfully before walking away.

"A girl like you eating that kind of stuff?" He asked her. She folded her arms on the table.

"Just because I'm a popular cheerleader doesn't mean I can't enjoy a good burger every once in a while, especially when I'm really hungry," she replied. "Don't judge a book by its cover."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Dallas assured her. "So Marisol, I heard a lot of things about you, are they true?"

"Like what?" She answered.

"Like you being the school hoe," he answered. She pressed her lips in a tight line.

"No," she denied firmly, and the tone in her voice left no further argument.

"Awesome," he replied, relieved. As fine as Marisol was, he didn't want to bite into something half the guys in their grade had a piece of first.

"What about you? Any dark secrets I need to know about you?" She asked back.

He immediately thought of Vanessa and her baby announcement. He then buried it in the back of his mind where hopefully it would never leave.

"Nope," he answered as Spinner brought them their drinks.

Later that night, K.C. was over her house while Kyle was on a date with his girlfriend, and they were just enjoying each other.

Jenna giggled as K.C. kissed on her neck, the sensation being unfamiliar to her. "You're going to give me a hickey!" She exclaimed.

"Good," he replied and she could feel his smirk on her skin. With each make out session, they did something a little more daring but never pushing the envelope. Her boyfriend reached down and squeezed her leg, giving her goosebumps.

She pushed him away gently and gave him her best sultry look. "I think we should do something special tonight," she declared.

"Like what?" K.C. asked.

"I'll show you," she answered as she reached down and grabbed his belt buckle.

She was going to do anything to keep K.C. away from Clare and that meant doing things that her friend would never do with a boy.