A/N: Most of Marisol's storylines in this chapter are inspired by my one shot Hot Stuff. Give it a read! Katie mentions that Marisol had a terrible grade nine makeover in Zombie and this "episode" is dedicated to that line :))))

There's nothing really triggering going on with this chapter other than Katie's bulimia being referenced and underage use of drugs.

Main POVs: Marisol, Eli, Clare

"Are you okay, Katiekins?" Marisol asked her best friend as they entered school together. "You look a little out of it."

"I ate a big breakfast this morning," Katie replied while carrying her textbooks for their morning classes.

"How does that make you feel?" Marisol asked again in concern. She knew that Katie was only recently starting to have a healthy relationship with food again, and she was worried about her friend possibly relapsing.

"I honestly don't know. Numb if that's the best way to describe it? Everyone is just making sure I don't throw it up later," her best friend replied, and Marisol looked at her in worry. Katie looked at her back. "It's fine, Marebear. No need to worry," she assured her.

Marisol was about to open up her mouth and say something when her crush, Owen Milligan approached her in his football uniform. Whatever thoughts about Katie's recovery process she was about to express were replaced with thoughts of the Adonis in front of her. He flashed her a flirty smile that made her heart race.

"Hey Marisol," Owen greeted her, "How are you?"

"Good, how are you?" She asked back quickly.

"Well, I heard that a total babe in our grade is single and I'm wondering if she's available to go on a date with me tomorrow at Little Miss Steaks," he answered slyly while stepping closer to her. She felt her cheeks warm under his gaze. His blue eyes were really so pretty. They were his best feature along with his muscles.

"She's definitely available tomorrow and looking forward to it," she replied with a dazzling smile.

"Tell her I'll pick her up at six. And to look sexy as hell wearing a lot of red," he said with a wink before moving past her. Marisol waited until he was out of earshot before squealing excitedly to Katie. "O-M-G, he finally asked me out!"

"Something about him seems off Marebear, I don't like the way he was looking at you," Katie replied with narrowed eyes.

"Like I was the most desirable woman on this planet? If a guy wasn't looking at me like that, then I wouldn't want him!" Marisol argued.

"He was looking at you like a piece of meat. I don't like that," her friend countered firmly, "And he's already telling you how to dress. We haven't had a girl's night in a long time. We can do that instead. You can come over to my house and we can have a sleepover with ice cream."

"But this is what I wanted since the beginning of the school year, Katie. Owen is the prince I've been waiting for this whole time and I'm not going to turn my happy ending away," Marisol insisted, "But you can accompany me to the mall tonight for a new makeover."

"A makeover? For what?" Katie asked.

"To impress my new man," Marisol simply answered with a smile as she hooked her arm around her best friend's. She led them down the halls to their homeroom class.

If Owen wanted her to dress sexy, she was going to do that to please him. She would do anything to make him happy.

Eli stepped out of Mrs. Mashkour's car with red eyes and an urge to go back to sleep. Mo let out a yawn by his side as he waved his mother goodbye while the man pulled off. They spent all night playing video games on Mo's PS3 until they fell asleep at three a.m. Needless to say, that wasn't a good idea when they had school later that morning.

Eli was walking, incredibly numb to his surroundings, when Mo stopped him in his tracks. "What the hell did you do that for?" He demanded tiredly of his friend.

"Look at that girl over there," Mo answered with a curious look on his face. Eli followed his gaze to see what he was looking at.

His eyes fell on a girl sitting on the ledge by the steps, writing something in her journal. With her extremely pale skin, long and thick black hair, black clothes, dark red lipstick, and black boots, he could tell that she was a fellow goth. It intrigued him.

"That bitch is hella scary," Mo commented.

"More like interesting," Eli corrected. There were no other alternative kids to be found at Degrassi since the only other goth kid he knew of graduated last year. Imogen's style was more eccentric than goth or emo, and the only reason she even dressed emo for a time was to impress him. Now that they were broken up and barely speaking, she was rarely ever wearing something not colorful.

"Of course you would be into that. Are you going to do a blood sacrifice as some kind of mating call for her?" Mo joked.

"Haha, funny. Almost as funny as the fat jokes you get," Eli dryly replied just as the girl looked up. Their eyes met.

Her eyes were dark like Marisol's, but instead of being alluring like the spoiled princess' eyes were, they were full of anger. They screamed to stay away.

It made her even more interesting in his opinion.

Clare was getting her books out of her locker when she felt someone's arms wrap around her waist. She was about to start flailing when she heard K.C.'s voice.

"Clare, it's me," he said as she turned around as best as she could. She fixed him with a scolding look.

"Don't do that! You'll scare me to death," she replied.

"You don't really mind," K.C. assumed before leaning down and kissing her on her lips. Despite knowing why it was a bad idea, she let him do it. He pulled away quickly.

"K.C., we can't keep doing this. It's unfair to Jenna," Clare said, "Especially in public, we could get caught."

For the past couple of months, K.C. has been stealing kisses from her at school when no one was looking. She hasn't found the will to stop it yet despite how wrong it was, and it WAS wrong. She was firmly aware that she was committing a great sin by allowing K.C. to do this. However, every time he kissed her, she felt a great warmth rush through her body and she didn't want to lose that warmth.

She dreamt of other things he could do to her. She admitted this to no one but God in her journal.

"Well this is the only place we could do it without raising any suspicion," K.C. pointed out, "I don't think your parents would like me."

They probably wouldn't, especially her dad. He would never approve of her being with a boy who came from a group home and stole things despite preaching how important it was to not judge others. But what right would he have to judge K.C. when he was still having an affair with that woman from church?

"Something has to happen soon, K.C. You have to leave Jenna for me or everyone is going to come out of this hurt," Clare warned him. Despite enjoying the kisses they shared, she didn't want this to be a permanent thing between them. She wanted to be K.C.'s girlfriend. She wanted them to be able to kiss in public and do smaller but just as intimate things like holding each other's hands in the hallways.

"I will, Clare. I promise, but I have to let her down gently," K.C. replied before grabbing her hand and kissing it. Something burned in her belly at the gesture. A brief fantasy of him licking her fingers flashed through her mind. She quickly pushed it away and chided herself for her sinful thoughts.

"You're the one I always wanted. I just made a minor mistake," he continued.

"That you're going to fix soon, right?" She asked. He smiled softly at her.

"Of course."

Later after school, Marisol dragged Katie to the mall to go shopping for her date with Owen tomorrow. She couldn't even begin to describe the anticipation she was feeling. The first shop they hit was Forever 21. Picking up a denim mini skirt and a pink off shoulder crop top from the racks, she headed into the fitting room to try the clothes on. The clothes were extremely tight on her, but that was the purpose. When she stepped out of the fitting room to where Katie was waiting for her, she expected her best friend to gush over how hot she looked.

Instead, Katie had a look of judgment on her face. "Really, Mare?" She asked.

"What's wrong with this?" Marisol asked while twirling around. She hoped her ass looked great in this skirt.

"You look trashy," Katie answered harshly.

"No I look sexy, there's a difference, babe," Marisol countered.

"Really, because I don't see any," her friend replied while folding her arms. Marisol frowned. What would Katie know about being sexy anyway? She always dressed boring.

"Whatever, I'm buying these and more," she replied as she went to get more clothes. Her friend followed her, annoyingly voicing her negative opinion with each item she picked up. Katie even had a problem with the shoes she was looking at.

After buying the clothes, two pairs of heels, and some sexy jewelry, Marisol walked out of the store with two big bags of clothes. Her wardrobe transformation was going to be epic, but she needed to add more spice to it.

"Can we get something to eat now? I'm actually hungry for the first time in a while," Katie complained. Tired of her whining, Marisol was about to allow them to walk to the food court, when they passed by Victoria's Secret and an item on display caught her attention.

It was a hot pink thong with a cheetah print.

Around a campfire at the Ravine, Eli was enjoying a nice smoke session with his friends. Or as nice as he could, since he was still a newbie to smoking weed.

After taking a puff of the blunt being passed around between him, Mo, and Jake, Eli started coughing uncontrollably.

"Woah man, are you going to live?" Mo asked him as he slapped his back in an attempt to stop the hacking fit. After finally stopping, Eli's eyes were watery.

"Jake, what is in this stuff?" He questioned his other friend in a cracked voice.

"Nothing severe….," Jake answered slowly.

"There has to be something wrong with it," Eli argued. He wouldn't be surprised there was. Jake's dealer looked extremely sketchy.

"Or maybe, you're just smoking it like a total narc would," a feminine voice replied dryly and he turned around at the source of it. It was the girl he saw on the ledge earlier at school. She took the blunt from him without warning and took a puff from it. She didn't cough at all.

"Who is she?" He heard Jake ask Mo in confusion. Eli just watched her in wonder as she pulled the blunt from her lips.

"Yeah, who are you?" He asked.

She blew smoke into his face, and he didn't even try to blow any of it away.

"I'm Julia, someone who's been doing this for a while," she introduced herself, "And who are you?"

"Eli," he answered, already feeling the effects kicking in. "I'm here with my friends…..to chill…."

She chuckled. "Well I'm here to get away from my dad and his cunt of a wife," she replied, "Do you mind if I 'chill' with you and your friends?"

Eli looked to his friends for approval. In the darkness, he could see Mo dramatically making a "no" signal in an attempt to be subtle and Jake blinking rapidly. He looked back at Julia, already knowing his decision.

"I don't see why not."

Clare was typing up werewolf fanfiction on her computer when she heard something being thrown at her window. Confused, she got up to see the source of the noise.

She looked outside to see K.C. looking back up at her.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered to him, voice barely above a hiss. If anyone in her family even remotely saw a boy outside her window they would call the police. Well maybe not Darcy at this point. Her older sister had changed over the course of this year and a lot of it not for the better.

"I'm here to see you, come downstairs," he answered casually. She sighed before closing her window quietly. She left her bedroom and came downstairs as quietly as possible, being careful to not make any noises. She opened the front door and quickly closed it behind her when she stepped outside.

K.C. grabbed her and passionately kissed her to the point where she could feel her toes curl. She grabbed his arms. It may sound a little weird but she had a weird fascination with his arms because she liked feeling the muscles in them.

K.C. parted her lips with his tongue, and she shyly responded when he rolled his tongue over hers. Months later, she still didn't know how to "properly" do tongue kissing.

When he pulled away, Clare was blushing profusely. "Is that what you came to see me for?" She questioned. When he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, she felt butterflies in her stomach. The way he was looking at her with desire made her feel so attractive even if she was wearing some rather virginal looking nightclothes.

"No, well yes. But I didn't come here just to kiss you," he clarified as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver cross necklace. "Over the weekend, some nuns visited our group home for some community work and handed out these necklaces. They told us to give them to people in our lives who need them."

He handed it to her and Clare gingerly took it in her hands. She ran her fingers over the emblem. It was a simple but sweet gesture.

It reminded her that what she and K.C. were doing was wrong and a grave sin.

"Thank you, K.C.," she replied with a tight smile.

He smiled back before leaning down to kiss her. This time she really couldn't find the heart to respond as eagerly.

The next morning after her mother dropped her off in front of the school steps, Marisol entered the school and quickly ran into the nearest bathroom to get dressed in her new sexy clothes.

Her hair was already teased up and she got her nails done last night after buying a couple thongs from Victoria's Secret. They were long, ballerina tipped acrylics and painted ruby red with a sparkle finish on each ring finger. Her toes were painted red as well and visible with the gladiator silver heels she was wearing.

After putting on a pink tube top, tight black low rider jeans, silver hoop earrings, silver eyeshadow, and red lipstick Marisol sprayed her body down with strawberry-scented perfume. She then stepped out of the girls' bathroom. Everyone in the hallway's reaction was immediate. She was met with stares and whispers as she strutted down the halls like it was her runway.

She had a proud, dazzling smile the whole time.

Eli was walking with Mo and Jake, chatting casually about their night.

"So does little Eli have an emo crush?" Mo teased him, referring to him talking to Julia all night. Even though he was high the whole time, Eli was still coherent enough to have several conversations with her and found that she was a kindred spirit. She was just like him: dark, morbid, with a snarky wit.

"Maybe," he simply answered. He wasn't going to deny it, he was pretty attracted to this Julia. Combined with her perfect personality, she was eerily beautiful. When he came home and went to bed that night, he couldn't stop thinking about her mysterious dark eyes.

For the first night in a long time, the spoiled princess didn't make an appearance in his dreams.

"Awww, it looks like our emo prince has found his emo princess, Jakey," Mo said to their other friend but he wasn't paying attention. He was looking at something as he walked. "Jake?" Mo asked him. "Bro?" He asked again, punching him lightly in the arm.

"Is that Mare?" Jake asked with widened eyes. Together, him and Mo looked where Jake was and saw Marisol walk by them in a new, skimpy outfit with a switch in her hips.

Since he was too busy staring at the pink cheetah print thong she was wearing, Eli wasn't paying attention to where he was going and crashed into one of the glass doors.

After last night, Clare wasn't really enthused to meet K.C. in the supply closet before class but she did anyway.

He was already in the closet when she entered it. As soon as she closed the door behind them, K.C. grabbed her and started kissing on her neck. Despite her current mood, Clare allowed herself to enjoy the intimate gesture for a moment. She never expected to be like this with a boy until she was married but feeling his soft lips on her tender skin did…..something. Maybe she could spare some enthusiasm for a few minutes……

He moved to kissing her on the lips, and she sighed in bliss as she kissed him back. She ran her hands during his strong arms as he pushed her against the wall. He squeezed her shoulder, and she felt like she was on fire.

It was only when he groped an intimate part of her did she freeze. K.C. sensed how uncomfortable she was and stopped. "Did I do something?" He asked in concern.

She was feeling a strong rush of excitement but also fear from where he touched her. She wasn't ready for that kind of intimacy yet. Her fourteenth birthday wasn't even until March.

"I can't let you touch me there," she said, folding her arms over her chest. She could feel the redness in her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely, "I can still hold you while we kiss, right?"

Clare looked at her blue watch. It was five minutes before the homeroom bell would ring.

"Of course, but it's almost homeroom, we should go to our lockers," she said. He nodded before giving her a kiss on the forehead. She smiled at the gesture before opening up the door.

Alli was standing there in front of them and from the expression on her face, Clare knew she had overheard everything.

In class, she was still receiving stares from everyone and Marisol couldn't feel more happy at the attention she was getting from everyone.

"I fucked up badly with her," she heard Dallas whisper to Drew.

"So did I," she heard Drew whisper back. She smirked at their conversation. Good. She hoped Dallas regretted how he treated her every day.

Katie, however, was not pleased with her new change in wardrobe.

"Mare, do you know that everyone can see your thong?" Her bestie hissed to her from behind as their science teacher showed a really outdated video from the eighties on Isaac's laws of motion.

"Yes, and I don't give a fuck," Marisol hissed back. She was really getting tired of Katie's judgmental attitude lately, and she hasn't forgotten what Katie said to her while she was in the rehabilitation center. Her best "friend" was obviously jealous of her.

"Is this the kind of attention you want to have? The kind of attention only the school slut would get?" Katie questioned, and Marisol turned around to look at her with a glare.

"Better than being the school prude," she snidely replied back before turning back around.

She loved Katie but it was a miracle she was able to date two attractive guys when she had such a giant stick up her ass.

After getting his lunch, Eli looked for Mo and Jake in the cafeteria. He easily found them at their usual table talking with Gracie and Imogen. They were most likely talking band stuff.

He was about to make his way over to sit at the table when he spotted Julia sitting at a table by herself. She was quietly eating a sandwich. She was a black button up dress with fishnet stockings and black sneakers. He chose to walk over and sit down at her table instead.

"Why are you sitting alone?" He asked, admiring her appearance. She was wearing dark red lipstick that contrasted well with her pale skin. He also eyed her lacy black choker in desire.

"Maybe I want to," she answered, "You Degrassi people are lame."

"I would like to think that I'm more interesting than the average Degrassi student," he replied as he began biting into his own sandwich. She stared at him in curiosity.

"Like what?"

"Does getting shot on your birthday count?" He dryly answered.

"I knew you looked familiar! You're that kid that was shot in the chest by that psycho a couple years ago," she replied in shock.

"Yup, that's me," he confirmed as he thought about that memory. It seemed like it happened a thousand years ago instead of two measly years.

"Why did he even do it? Shoot you, I mean. I know he was getting bullied by some popular kids but why did he go after you?" She questioned.

"I was protecting her," he answered as he looked at Marisol, who was flirting with some asshole looking jock from Lakehurst. Owen was his name from what he remembered. The guy had the same intelligence level as Drew Torres and Mike Dallas, which was abysmally low. "He was aiming for her, and I pushed her away and took the bullet instead."

Julia looked at Marisol in disgust. "That girl over there? I've seen her on the cheerleading team. She looks and acts like some dumb, trashy skank," she acidly replied.

Normally, due to the weird hold she had on him, Eli would have been inclined to defend Marisol since he knew after two years that she was none of those things no matter her reputation.

However seeing her entertain yet another loser jock with a terrible personality made him mad. And the girl in front of him was a much better option anyway.

"She is," he agreed.

Clare felt Alli stare at the back of her head all day in classes, and she felt like Jesus was passing judgement on her through her best friend. Despite it being winter, Clare found herself uncomfortably sweaty in each class period.

When the bell rang for the last class of the day, Clare quickly picked up her book-bag and made her way out of the classroom as quickly as possible.

She didn't make it far before Alli grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around and face her. Alli had a harsh, stern look on her face.

"How long have you and K.C. been hooking up behind Jenna's back?" her friend demanded.

"Since November," Clare answered honestly, not bothering to lie at this point out of guilt.

"So you, someone who is usually very adamant about adhering to her religious beliefs, think it's okay to have an affair with her best friend's boyfriend behind her back?"

"Alli, I didn't mean for it to happen. K.C. and I have always been close and one day he just started kissing me and-"

"Clare, Jenna is your friend and you're running around with her boyfriend and trying to make excuses for it. That's messed up!" Alli yelled, and Clare felt herself shrivel up inside. She knew Alli was right but it stung to hear it.

"The only reason I'm not going to tell Jenna is because you're my other best friend but you and K.C. better knock it off before I have no choice to tell her. And best believe I'm going to tell him off for this so hard his stupid beanie is going to fall off," Alli snarled before shoving past her. Clare looked back at her before tears welled up in her eyes.

She was finally starting to face the consequences of her terrible actions.

When Katie walked past her without even saying a word to her in the halls, Marisol knew deep down that she had messed up and would need to apologize to Katie for her earlier remarks. But Katie would need to apologize first for slut-shaming her yet again.

Marisol got the books needed to do homework tonight out of her locker, trying hard not to think of her best friend's cold stare after she called her the school prude. It was true, but not what Katie needed to hear while recovering from an eating disorder. And she knew how long Katie could stay mad at someone. If worst comes to worst, she would have to rely on her other friends for the time being.

And Owen.

"Looking forward to tonight," she heard Owen say from behind her as she closed her locker for the day. She turned around and gave him a sweet smile.

"So am I," she said with a wink. He smirked before walking away. Manny Santos walked up to her next, and she looked at Owen disdainfully. Earlier, her and Manny had a talk after Spirit Squad practice about her new wardrobe and her idol was shockingly not impressed. But she did offer to take her shopping this weekend to get even cuter clothes so she was excited to do that. She adored Manny so much.

"That's the guy you're wearing a thong for?" Manny questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"He's the hottest," Marisol replied dreamily.

"He looks like a total scumbag but maybe by the grace of God, I'm wrong," the senior replied dryly, "Where's your twin?"

"She hates me right now because I called her a prude after she implied I was the school slut again for how I'm dressing," Marisol answered, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she got.

"Well if she's anything like my best friend, she'll give you a few nasty glares here and there for a week but you guys will have one conversation and suddenly be friends again with no explanation," Manny assured her before squeezing her arm gently, "In her own weird, kinda internally sexist way, she's just looking out for you. Trust me."

"Well until she gets a grip, I'll have a new hot boyfriend that would never hurt me," Marisol huffed.

Manny smiled at her sadly, and Marisol was a bit put off by it.

"I hope he never does, little cuckoo banana," the older girl replied before walking away from her as well.

Marisol didn't understand why at least two people she was close to didn't trust Owen. Someone that beautiful could never hurt her.

He was her Prince Charming.

A/N:It wouldn't be Degrassi without an iconic cheating couple and Klare is that couple here, an interesting twist from how they were in canon would you say? Klare was the first Degrassi ship I ever had and even though I strongly prefer Eclare, it's fun to make them have more depth and spice than they did in canon.