A/N: A whole new school year starts at Degrassi that's hopefully more interesting to y'all than seasons 8-9 in canon.
Trigger warning for references to domestic abuse in regards to Marisol in Dallas' portions.
Main POVs: Dallas, Clare, and Imogen.
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The alarm clock went off at Dallas' bedside.
Grumbling, he woke up and looked at the time. It read 6 am. He had football team practice in two hours, but he only slept for three.
Having a baby meant that his sleeping schedule had been severely cut lately.
Yawning, he got out of bed and grabbed his practice clothes before going into the bathroom to take a hot shower. Morning showers helped wake him up at least a little. As the water ran on his skin, he thought about how he was going to be able to juggle school, football, and a four month old all at the same time. Oh, and he had a part time job at The Dot on the weekends to support Vanessa too on top of all that. It was going to be a rough school year to say the least.
Vanessa had dropped out of school for the time being, and he was planning to spend every day after school when he didn't have practice with her and Rocky. Along with providing them a paycheck, it was the best he could do. Despite wanting to run away from Vanessa and their baby at first, once Rocky actually came into the world, he couldn't find it in himself to abandon his own child. It would be easy, since his parents were still denying Rocky's existence and did not want him in their house. His dad even encouraged him to only send Vanessa and Rocky child support checks and do nothing else. As tempting as that was, Dallas found that he could not do it.
Rocky was his. He had already got used to the warmth from his son's body whenever he held him, or the smell whenever he gave him a bath and put baby powder on him. He had the soft noises Rocky made in his sleep memorized in his brain, along with the sight of Rocky kicking his little feet.
He couldn't go back now. He was bound to this kid for life.
On the first day of grade nine, Clare found herself the subject of much stares and whispers from several kids in the hallway. Uncomfortable, she walked by Darcy and Peter's side until she found her locker.
"Have a great first day of high school…as much as you can with a scarlet letter on your chest," Darcy said with a tight smile as she squeezed her shoulder. Her and Peter then walked away, with Peter giving her a cheerful wave. Clare swallowed nervously as she nodded.
She was currently the Hester Prynne of Degrassi, and the invisible scarlet letter on her chest was burning hot from the sin she committed with K.C. It had been burning since she told Jenna about their affair. She had done a lot of crying and praying in her room since then, and begging God for forgiveness every night before she went to bed. However, she knew no one would forgive her as quickly as she wanted, especially Jenna.
Clare opened up her locker to decorate it. While pinning up posters of Edward Cullen and Cedric Diggory, she heard a voice. "Are you freaking kidding me?" It asked angrily and Clare felt her blood run cold at who it was. She turned around to see Jenna glaring at her while holding up a piece of paper.
"Hi Jenna," Clare greeted with an awkward smile. "How are you?"
Jenna didn't say anything to her. She just went to the locker next to hers and silently opened it up.
Frowning, Clare went back to focusing on her own locker.
When Imogen walked into the music room because Mo told her to, she didn't know what to expect. She found her friend leaning on one of the one drum sets, looking nervous.
"Hey Im," he greeted.
"Hi Mo, is this a band meeting?" She asked.
"No, this is actually um…for something much different. I'm going to be completely honest with you, Im…I like you. I have for awhile," Mo confessed with a sheepish smile.
Imogen didn't know what to say in response.
"You're weird but in a good way, and gorgeous. You're pretty awesome and I would be blessed to have you as my girl," he added while she just blinked in return.
Mo was very sweet and caring as a boyfriend from what she saw from his relationship with Alli, and was attractive despite what the shallow bitches at school thought. He would probably be a great boyfriend and super cuddly!
The problem was that she didn't feel anything for him beyond friendship…and she liked someone else.
"Mo, I-," she began to say before GT, the guy in their band formerly known as Gracie walked in their practice room. Until he found a real name that he was comfortable with, he was just going by his initials.
"We're still going to the cafeteria for breakfast right?" GT asked her. She nodded while giving him a smile. She then looked back at Mo.
"Well I'm super hungry for a breakfast burrito right now and they run out quickly so I gotta go! We'll talk about this later Mo!" Imogen declared before going over and locking arms with GT. "Arrivederci!" She bid him farewell before leaving with GT without giving him another look.
The other reason why she couldn't return feelings for Mo at this time was because her and GT had gotten close after she helped him realize that he was trans…..
….. really close.
During his first period of classes, Dallas struggled to pay attention as he was still tired. The first period being English also didn't help.
As Mrs. Kwan went on and on about why the books they were going to read this year were all literary classics, Dallas found himself staring down at his desk while his vision blurred in and out. Tired didn't even begin to express how he was feeling. He was fucking exhausted . If she kept talking for at least five more minutes he was going to pass out, maybe under less than five minutes. He'll give it three.
"Pair up with the person next to you and discuss what books you two are most looking forward to reading this year," he heard Mrs. Kwan command. He was surprised he could even hear it, with the way he was zoning out. He sighed as he turned around to face Marisol, who was sporting a new hairstyle consisting of long brown bohemian curls. Her lipstick was a bright red along with her acrylic nails. She looked hot but something was off.
"Hey, what's up?" He asked with as much energy as he could.
"Hey," she greeted politely and without any venom, a sign that she no longer hated him for how he treated her last year. He wouldn't blame her if she still did. He was self aware enough these days to know that he was terrible and that it was a good thing they only lasted two weeks.
"I'm mostly excited to read Eleanor and Park, Jane Eyre, and Still I Rise. I am not excited to read Great Expectations, Lord of The Flies, Macbeth, Frankenstein, or any of the other books on this list. Bleh," Marisol said with an over dramatic sigh. Dallas couldn't find it in himself to pay any attention. Her voice was almost distorted.
"I'm not excited to read anything," he bluntly admitted, though he wasn't exactly proud of that. Now that he was a dad, it was his best interest to start reading. It would be a disservice towards his son to have a dumbass father.
She snorted in response. "I know you're a jock but that's not a synonym for stupid," she replied. She then started playing with the gold bracelet on her wrist. It was made up of what had to be dozens of golden rings with rhinestones that were held together by a golden rod.
There was a visible bruise mark underneath the rings. He was exhausted as shit right now and his vision was terrible, but this was a sight he couldn't miss, especially when it was an ugly dark blue color. He looked up at her. "How did that happen?" He asked her.
Marisol looked at him in confusion before she realized what he meant. "Oh that? I, um…it was an accident," she answered before hiding her hand underneath the table, giving Dallas a quick view of her chest inside the Spirit…no Power Squad uniform.
It was quick but there were bruises there too.
In algebra class, the staring and whispering got worse.
Clare tried to distract herself by reading through the algebra textbook. She always liked going through the textbooks at the beginning of the year to prepare herself compared to everyone else. However, she found that she wasn't able to focus. In addition to the stares and whispers, she could feel Jenna glaring at her on one side of the classroom and K.C. staring at her on the other. He kept trying to talk to her all this morning.
She avoided him at all costs. Because she chose lust over friendship, she was now considered the school whore. It was for the best that they didn't speak.
The teacher finally came in after the bell rang, and started a roll call to make sure everyone was present. "Clare Edwards," he called.
"Present," she replied just as a girl whispered "slut" at the same time, causing several people to snicker. The teacher somehow didn't hear.
Clare's lip trembled as she struggled not to cry.
At lunch time, Imogen didn't go to the cafeteria, she decided to meet GT by one of the tables outside. He was sitting at one near a tree, eating a homemade sandwich and an apple.
"Hello, my beloved friend!" She greeted him cheerfully as she sat down across from him and put her arm around his shoulder. "How were your morning classes so far?" She asked.
"Alright," he answered with a shrug, "Our new principal came in and thought I was a guy at first sight, which I guess is a plus now."
To much of the male population at Degrassi's distress, Daphne "Hotsauce" Hatzilakos was taking a break from the position of school principal to take care of her mother in Regina. In her place was a new principal from Lakehurst nicknamed "The Shep". She accidentally bumped into him while skipping to her locker earlier this morning and he jokingly asked if she was one of those school weirdos because of her outfit, which was a dress with bananas printed on them with matching banana earrings and tall yellow socks. Her hair was also in pigtails.
She personally thought that having "Mikerty Sheppard" as a full name was far more weird than anything she could do.
"I already want Hotsauce back," Imogen lamented.
"So, what did Mo want this morning?" GT asked.
"He's in love with me," she answered, shifting uncomfortably as she began eating her lunch.
"Really? Is that why you were quick to leave?" He asked again with widened eyes.
"I don't know what to do, GT. Mo is so awesome but I don't like him like that, and unlike Elijah Goldsworthy I can't pretend to be in love with a friend out of pity," she said with a tinge of bitterness at the end. Her and Eli were talking civilly again but they weren't quite BFF level yet. Eli had been into another girl the whole time they were together, and that had done some damage to her self esteem. Him being more invested in that leech he was currently dating than he was ever was in her felt like an even bigger slap to her face.
"Well you don't have to worry about that from me, Immy. There's a lot of pretty girls at Degrassi, but you're the only one I want to be with…if that's what you really want," he replied before looking down at the table shyly.
"I do want that," she confirmed as she reached over and held his chin up. GT was different from the other guys at Degrassi for obvious reasons, but she liked different, and he was way more fun to be around than Eli.
"So is this the part where we're supposed to kiss for the first time?" He asked her nervously. "I don't know how to do that and I would probably look stupid and-"
She grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips, tasting the bacon from the sandwich he had earlier. Most girls would find that weird, but she liked bacon.
Their kiss lasted for a few seconds before she pulled away, smiling.
He smiled back.
Inside the cafeteria during that same lunch period, Dallas was eating on a burger, feeling some energy pour into him, while his fellow football team members were talking.
"You guys going to the barbecue later?" Owen asked everyone as Marisol sat on his lap, quietly eating her lunch of a chicken wrap and a bottle of water. Dallas had noticed that since she began dating Owen, all she ate at lunch were either salads or wraps with water on the side while Owen ate whatever he wanted. It was weird, but it wasn't his business to say anything.
"Hell yeah and The Shep wants us all to bring a date, preferably a cheerleader," Julian answered, "There's a long list of babes on the Spirit-I mean Power Squad this year that I can bring too. How am I supposed to choose?"
"Well I already got the hottest girl on the team as my date so I'm good," Owen replied while leaning in to kiss Marisol's neck. She giggled but Dallas could have sworn he saw her stiffen.
"Can I bring my kid as a date? That's the only way I can go," Dallas asked dryly as some of the guys laughed.
"Didn't your baby mama drop out to raise that baby? Make her take care of him while you're at the barbecue," Julian suggested.
"As much as I would love to do that, I helped make Rocky and I promised Vanessa that I would come over to her house and help take care of him whoever I can," Dallas replied.
"You're insane, bro but much respect for that," Julian said while shaking his head. He then looked over to their new teammate, Luke Baker. He was a blonde white kid from Florida "So new blood, you coming to the barbecue?"
"I would love to but I can't. I have an event at my church after school that I can't miss," the new kid answered regretfully. Oh yeah he was also one of those holy rollers.
"Well for the fellows that are going, I'm bringing a flask of something fun to spice up our sodas," Julian said with a shrug. The "something fun" was definitely Hennessy.
As Dallas ate his lunch, he tried not to get sad at the fact that he really couldn't do all of the fun things he wanted with a kid anymore.
Well technically he could, it would just make him a bad father.
Lunch wasn't any better as she sat by herself away from everyone. Alli and Connor had chosen to sit with Jenna instead of her.
Clare ate her sandwich, feeling incredibly dejected. Was she really about to go into high school without a single friend?
She was too busy drowning in her thoughts to notice that a girl had sat down across from her until she made her presence known. "Hi!" The girl greeted cheerfully, causing Clare to jump. She looked up and saw a girl with long blond hair and blue eyes. Even though she was sitting, Clare could tell that she was tall. She could also tell that she was a Christian from the cross necklace on her pink dress.
"I'm Becky Baker. My brother and I moved here from Florida because our parents wanted a fresh new start. What's your name?" The girl introduced herself while folding her hands on the table.
"I'm Clare," Clare answered, a bit thrown off by the girl's bubbliness. Not even Darcy before she changed was that bubbly.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Clare. I'm a ninth grader and looking to meet new friends!" Becky replied before looking down at something. "I take it you're a fellow follower of Christ yourself?"
She was looking at her silver cross necklace, the one K.C. had given her.
"Yes," Clare answered. 'Not that he's been pleased with me lately,' she thought to herself sadly. She ran her fingers over the necklace. She should probably get rid of it considering it was a reminder of the sin she committed but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Well followers of Christ should always stick together! Let's be friends!" Becky urged with an excited smile.
Clare smiled back, but nervous at the idea. Surely a religious person like Becky would hate her guts too after what she found out what she did with K.C.
Imogen was decorating her locker after lunch when she was approached by a jock on the football team.
"Imogen, I've been watching you for a while on the Spirit…I mean Power Squad, and I would be honored if you hung out with me at the football team barbecue after school," he offered with something he probably thought was sincerity in his voice.
At this point in her time at Degrassi, she knew when she was being pranked. After putting up stickers of baby monkeys on a mirror, she turned to look at him. "How much are the other members on the team paying you to ask me out?" She asked him bluntly. The kid pretended to be taken aback.
"But I do want to go out with you! You're hot in your own litt-"
"She's already dating someone and it isn't some jock whose brain is made of a football with no air in it," GT cut in off as he suddenly appeared next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist protectively.
The jock looked back between them, confused.
"You're Drew's little sister, he talks about you all the time. So what? You guys are lesbians or something?" He asked them.
Imogen looked at GT, not sure how to answer that. Since he was a trans boy, he wouldn't be a lesbian and neither would she. But GT had no intentions of coming out yet….
"We are. What are you going to do about it?" GT challenged him.
"Ask if you girls are gonna make out in front of me," The jock replied with a smirk before shaking his head, laughing. "Wait until Torres gets word of this," he said before finally leaving their presence. Imogen looked at her boyfriend in concern.
"Are you sure you still want to identify as a lesbian?" She asked him.
"It's what I have to do until I'm ready to come out," GT answered. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, not really," she replied. "As long as you feel safe."
He smiled before they shared a sweet kiss in the hallways.
Later that day after school, Dallas was doing his homework at Vanessa's house. Rocky was sleeping on the couch next to him as she took a nap in her bedroom. Whatever complaints he had about not getting much sleep, she most likely was having an even worse time.
Rocky started crying a little in his sleep while he was trying to read the first few chapters of Great Expectations. Dallas ignored it at first as he continued reading. Then the crying got louder. Sighing he closed up the book and picked up his son.
"What's up Little Man, you hungry?" He asked his son as he bounced him in an attempt to calm him down. Rocky continued to cry. Dallas got up from the couch, carrying Rocky as he went into the kitchen to prepare formula. After making it, he put it in the microwave to heat it up as Rocky still cried.
Truthfully, he didn't know how babies could drink this stuff. He tasted formula on a few occasions after heating it in the microwave to make sure it was warm enough for Rocky and it was the nastiest shit he ever tasted.
His son conveniently stopped crying as soon as he took the bottle out of the microwave. While Dallas waited for the bottle to cool down, Rocky stared at the bottle curiously. Dallas took a moment to look at his son's features. When Rocky was a newborn, he couldn't tell which parent he took after. Now after a few months, he could see that Rocky had his eyes and cheeks. He hadn't seen a drop of Vanessa in him yet.
Even though his ears were still ringing from Rocky's crying, Dallas allowed himself to smile in pride for a moment.
Clare was writing the summary of today's events in her diary. The page she was using before today was brittle from the tears she dropped on it from her last journal entry.
'I don't know how I'm going to take any more of this. Everyone in my grade hates me except K.C. but I don't want to speak to him right now. I know I deserve scorn for our affair, but I can't handle the constant whispers. Maybe I should transfer schools,' she wrote in her journal, feeling depressed. As much as she tried to resist them, tears welled up in her eyes again. However, she knew she had to keep writing. She only stopped when she heard a knock on her door. She turned around to see Darcy appearing in her doorway.
"Dinner's ready," her older sister announced before she noticed her troubled expression. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Darce," Clare assured her with a croak in her voice. Darcy frowned before going over to sit down next to her on the bed.
"The K.C. thing is really getting to you, isn't it?" Darcy questioned. Clare chose to not say anything. Her older sister sighed.
"Clare, I'm not going to sugarcoat things. Hooking up with your friend's boyfriend behind her back for months was fucked up. However, you can come back from this," her sister continued.
"How?" Clare questioned.
"Degrassi is a place where a new scandal happens every hour of the day. Everyone will forget about you and K.C. by the end of the week. You have four years of high school, and this is just one small incident. It'll blow over and maybe, just maybe Jenna will forgive you one day," Darcy answered while rubbing her back down her shoulder. "Everyone makes mistakes, Clare. You know the ones I made, and they are all much worse than yours."
Ah yes, Clare was well aware of Darcy's mistakes. The one with Mr. Simpson was so bad, she was afraid to show her face around junior high for a week because everyone was mad at her for Darcy's actions even though she did nothing.
"In all honesty, what you did with K.C. was bad but at least you're not dating the guy who leaked a topless video of your best friend all over the school one time," Darcy finished with a sheepish smile.
"Didn't he also sell explicit pictures of you to an internet predator too?" Clare reminded her with a raised eyebrow.
"Peter has some…issues, but he's a great guy underneath it all," Darcy insisted firmly.
Clare didn't really think so, but Peter treated her sister well so she didn't raise much of a fuss about it.
His breath smelled horrible though.
The next morning, when Imogen walked to her locker, Mo was standing in front of it with his arms folded. She wouldn't be able to avoid him. Taking a deep breath, she approached him.
"Supply closet, now ," Imogen commanded, as this wasn't a conversation she wanted people to overhear in case it got ugly. There were enough rumors on the Anti-Grapevine already, and it was only the second day!
When they entered the supply closet, Imogen locked the door behind them and that's when Mo finally decided to speak up.
"Do you not like me? Is that you're avoiding me like the plague? You didn't even reply to my texts last night!" Mo accused her.
"I don't like you," she confirmed, "At least not in the way you want. Because I'm dating someone else right now."
Mo's crestfallen face broke her heart. "Mo, you're an amazing friend and you would be a great boyfriend, just not to me. What we have is a glorious friendship that can't be ruined by a relationship that would fail epically. Look at what happened with me and Eli. Is that what you want for us?" She questioned.
"No because for starters, unlike Eli, I wouldn't date you while being horny over another chick," Mo bluntly replied, "But I just want a girl that will actually love me and never get bored of me."
"And you'll find that, Mo. I promise," Imogen declared, "Any girl that wouldn't want to ride off into the sunset with you is an idiot. I'm just not that girl."
"Fine, if you say so Im," Mo begrudgingly accepted, "Who's the guy that swept you off your feet anyway?"
"GT," Imogen answered honestly and watched as her best friend furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Um…what? Are you saying you two are lesbian lovers or something?" He asked. This time, Imogen found it much easier to answer. She had to protect GT. However the lesbian label wasn't something she was comfortable slapping on herself personally even as a cover.
"GT is," she confirmed, "But I am not a lesbian, I just like people."
"Uh…okay. Cool," Mo replied, blinking rapidly. Then he unlocked the door and left the supply closet, leaving her alone to her thoughts.
She didn't think much of her own sexual orientation until now. So far she had been attracted to two boys in her life. One of them was trans, but that didn't mean anything to her.
However, there was a girl in a few of her classes. She was rich, preppy, and very pretty (but a little too snobby for her tastes). Imogen didn't know if she could describe it as sexual attraction yet but she did know that she liked staring at her when the girl wasn't looking.
She was like a princess.
Dallas came into his homeroom class feeling extremely tired once again.
As he sat down next to Drew, who was munching on a breakfast sandwich, he put his arms and face on his desk. He was probably going to end up dozing off in class despite his best efforts. He lifted himself up when he felt Drew tap his shoulder. "What?" He asked his best friend wearily.
"Look at Marisol, do you notice something odd?" Drew asked him, and Dallas turned to look at the girl in question. She was wearing a pink sweater and white jeans. While it was currently hot as shit outside.
"Why is she dressing like that?" He asked, confused.
"It's weird, isn't it? And she was walking all stiff in the hallways too," Drew pointed out. Then Owen walked in and when he saw his girlfriend, he had a pleased look on his face. He sat down next to them. "What's up boys? I had an amazing time after the barbecue last night," he greeted them.
"Any idea as to why your girl is dressing in winter clothes and walking around like a robot?" Drew asked him.
"No idea with the clothes but as for the walking, it might have to do with me wearing her pussy out after the barbecue," Owen answered with a smug grin.
A sick feeling grew in Dallas' stomach for some reason, but he was too tired to really think about why.
When Clare walked into her Friendship Club meeting, she was met with harsh stares and a cold silence. She tried to sit down meekly, only for the leader of the club, Linus, to stop her.
"Clare, we cannot allow you in here until you are remorseful of the sin you committed," Linus said to her.
"But I am sorry. That's why I'm here. To seek guidance on how I can forgive myself for the harm I caused to Jenna," she replied then jumped as Linus attempted to grab at her necklace.
"You dare wear that cross as an adulteress? Have you no shame?" He asked her angrily. "Get out."
"But that's not fair, you guys aren't supposed to kick me out for my sins, that's not how this works!"
"You are not the kind of person we want representing our club, get out ," Linus ordered. As her lip trembled, Clare complied with the order and stormed out of the classroom without another word.
She accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," she apologized as she looked at who it was. It was a tall boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was handsome.
"It's okay. I overheard everything in there and I want you to know that a true Christian would never turn away a repentant sinner," he assured her, "If you need a friend I'm here."
"Thank you," she replied in gratitude.
"My name is Luke, Luke Baker. Maybe we can get to know each other a little more," he offered with a warm smile.
So he was the older brother in grade ten that Becky was talking about at lunch yesterday. The other girl had unloaded a lot of info about her life onto her within forty five minutes.
"I would like that," Clare replied with a smile of her own, and even a little blush.
Luke was cute.
Imogen walked arm and arm with her new boyfriend inside the music room where the other two members of the band were practicing. Mo stopped jamming on his keyboard while Eli strummed on his guitar idly.
"So you guys really are official?" He asked them.
"Yeah, are you okay with that Mo?" Imogen questioned.
"I'm man enough to not care. There's plenty of other fish in the sea," her best friend replied with a shrug. "You guys just better not ditch band meetings or performances for dates or whatever."
"Wouldn't dream of it!" Imogen replied cheerfully.
"Won't guarantee that you won't catch us making out before or after a performance however," GT added with a smirk, making her giggle.
She was relieved to see Mo laugh at that.
After school, Dallas headed over to Vanessa's house as normal. He had Rocky on his lap as he went over the notes he took for biology. His son wasn't doing anything other than attempting to jam his entire fist into his mouth.
Vanessa walked over and sat down on the couch next to them. She watched him for a moment before saying anything.
"You know, Dallas. I think it's best if you just see Rocky on the weekends," she suggested.
"What do you mean? You need help taking care of him, don't you?" He questioned.
"On days when I'm working, yes, and that's Saturday and Sunday. But on the weekdays, I can take care of Rocky by myself while I'm at home while you have school and football," she offered. He was hesitant to accept the offer. He could get his hours at The Dot changed to certain weekdays, and he wouldn't have to worry about his sleeping schedule being fucked up. But…
"Are you sure you can handle that?" He asked her. "I know this is unbelievable coming from me, but I don't want this to be a thing where you're doing most of the work raising our child."
"You're still going to be his dad, Dallas. That's never going to stop. When I need you, you'll come no matter what day of the week it is. But you're in school during the weekdays, while I'm not. I can take care of Rocky during those days while you can take him on the weekends. You're still providing for him and you're still going to be active in his life twenty four seven," she assured him.
"My parents don't want anything to do with him, Vanessa. I'll still have to come over here on the weekends," he reminded her.
"Have you looked into…alternative solutions for that, Dallas?" Vanessa asked him.
"Like what?" He asked back.
"Moving out?" She suggested.
Dallas' eyes widened at the idea. He was turning sixteen in a few months and thus would be legally allowed to move out. The idea was still scary though.
However, did he really want to live in a household where his parents didn't accept his son?
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A/N: With a new "season" comes an updated cast of characters! Here's the list:
Class of 2013 (Sophomores)
Marisol Lewis- A bubbly, stylish cheerleader who wants to be an actress but is trapped in a dangerous relationship
Eli Goldsworthy- A brooding emo boy with a love of theater and in a severely co-dependent relationship with his girlfriend Julia
Katie Matlin- Marisol's childhood best friend and soccer player who's recovering from an eating disorder
Imogen Moreno- A quirky and eccentric girl dealing with a father with dementia
Mo Mashkour- Leader of the band "The Outcasts" who has diabetes and a sometimes inappropriate sense of humor
Drew Torres- A jock with dyslexia and a love of girls
Jake Martin- A young stoner who hates drama but keeps finding himself in the thick of it
Mike Dallas- A hockey player who's struggling with newfound responsibilities due to fatherhood at a young age
Bianca DeSousa- The school's resident "Bad Girl" with a passion for dance and a desire to better herself
Fiona Coyne- A rich girl who was held back in the seventh grade and has an unhealthy attachment to her twin brother Declan to hide her true desires
Class of 2014 (Freshmen)
Clare Edwards- A Christian girl who has done some not-so-Christian things
K.C. Guthrie- A resident of a children's group home who has an unwanted person come back into his life
Alli Bhandari- A girl who wants to be on top of the social scene with a cute boyfriend despite strict parents
Connor DeLaurier- A gifted student with Asperger's and a love of space
Jenna Middleton- Another bubbly cheerleader who has a love for singing and is recently trying to bounce back from a toxic relationship
"Gracie" Torres- A member of the "Outcasts" who has recently discovered he's trans and struggles with coming out
Dave Turner- A new kid that wants to be popular with a cute girlfriend
Becky Baker- A Christian girl who has to unlearn her harmful beliefs
Wesley Betenkamp- A sweet nerd who never gets caught in intense drama despite going to Degrassi