To Hell with Good Intentions
~ Chapter Three: Insensé ~
Lane's nose wrinkled as she surveyed her new school for the fourth time. She squinted her shit-brown eyes several times and tilted her head. The school still looked awful to the hardened teen. The whorish Mary Sue groaned as she put one combat-boot clad foot in front of the other as she made her way towards the Degrassi Community School.
She kept her eyes down now, ever looking at the cracked pavement. Old chewed gum and crumpled papers were her preferred scenery. Compared to the alternative, the sidewalk was looking rather good right now. You see, Lane liked misery and destruction. Quite frankly, the school was not "down" to her low standards.
There wasn't a sign of evil anywhere. Nobody was making half-hearted gang signs, and there weren't any black paint splotches covering graffiti and crude language. Instead, people were gaily laughing and smiling and venting their anger into notebooks as opposed to school property.
But what really twisted Lane's arm was that not a single soul was looking around fearfully -or excitedly- for the next school-wide fight. She shook her head in disgust. This was nothing like her old inter-city school. Nothing at all. Lane nearly vomited.
The school itself was painted orange and baby blue. There were pretty flowers, bright happy collages, and bright happy collages of pretty flowers. When she saw these delightful features, Lane ran behind a tree and actually puked up most of the cheap Vodka she had drunk before getting on the bus.
She hadn't been looking where she was vomiting though, and had gotten some puke on some random nerd's Gameboy Advance. The mentioned geek opened his mouth to protest, but one look from the whore made the drip shut up.
Lane wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "What can I say," she said in a half-assed apology. "I h8te nerds." Lane winced. "Someone, slap -this bitch- please. I trendily combined letters and numbers in a very preteen, AOL chat room fashion!"
The offended oddball happily complied, leaving a bright red mark on Lane's face. "Thank you!" she said smiling. Finally, she had found someone with a demented brain in this school!
"No problem," gruffly replied the nerd. His brown eyes, hidden behind some extremely thick lenses, revealed that he was checking out his new companion. "Nice shirt," he added, causing Lane's smile to grow wider.
"Why thank you!" She spun around so he could read the back. "I made it myself. I'm thinking about starting my own "ho" clothing line. Someone told me I could get some good business from this one chick named Manny. You know her?"
The whore turned back so she could get a good look at her new comrade. He had longish, greasy brown hair and brown eyes and was wearing clothes similar to those she had seen on a hobo the morning before. But at least he wasn't wearing any Linkin' Park paraphernalia. Lane would have had to do some serious ass-whooping if the nerd had been wearing merchandise from that damn manufactured angst-pop band.
"Stupid MTV version of punk with their nonconforming conformist followers," the Mohawked Mary Sue was venting "who the hell do they think they are? And those damn 'hoodies'. I'll hood you. Converse shoes are for pussies that will never get laid."
Lane's new friend looked on questioningly. "What's that now?"
The bitch snapped out of her little rant, then focused all of her attention on the alleged nerd. "You're not an MTV punk are you? You don't think Good Charlotte and Avril Lavigne are hot stuff do you?" She waved her fist in front of her four-eyed friend's face.
"N-no!" he managed to stutter out. "He-heck no!" There was a sudden revelation-like look in his eyes and the nerd added, "And Linkin' Park sucks too!"
Lane smiled, showing off her crooked yellowed teeth. "I can see we are going to be good friends, unnamed stranger." She clapped him on the back several times. "Best of friends!"
"How delightful!" The other teen rambled off, "seeing as how I'm a loner and an outcast. I'm so much of a loser, nobody knew about me until I dated this one not-very-popular chubby girl."
"That's pretty low, anonymous someone," the whoring Mary Sue nodded in agreement.
"And then the girl dumped me, making me even more of an outcast because she claimed I was abusive. But that's not true, she delusional I tell you. The girl had a history with the ol' drinky-drinky." The nerd pushed his glasses back up his nose with a finger and pantomimed someone drinking out of a bottle. "If you know what I mean..."
Lane nodded. She wasn't really listening, but she nodded anyway.
"So then I started to get all of these death threats from this one guy who can't make up his mind about having an afro or not. It's all whack yo, Dawg in da hizzie. We need ta' bang some shorties on da wall holla, holla G. Razzel frazzel hojamabob sfjmonk sfdsl lkjsdflier sl vlkdjfsd."
The bitch nodded again. She still wasn't paying attention; rather, she was staring at what appeared to be a clump of broccoli stuck in the nerd's teeth. Lane didn't bother to point this out; she just kept smiling and nodding her head. "I hear dat, home-slice."
The nerd was caught up in the supposed attention he was receiving from the bitch in the beauty's body. He just kept rambling. Clearly, he didn't have a life. Hell, anyone who ate broccoli in the morning didn't have a life -or a sane mind. Lane wasn't sure if she wanted to be associated with a loser just yet in her Degrassi career.
She was contemplating breaking off this one-sided conversation when a voice saved her from having to make any sort of decision.
"Hey, you! New girl!" About twenty people looked up from various conversations at the speaker, a portly girl with blonde hair. "Ahh... with the outlandish appearance." Twenty pairs of eyes remained focused on the girl. "Wearing the potato sack!" Four pairs of eyes remained.
"Screw it!" the girl muttered and marched over to Lane and her new nerdy friend. She was a bit out of breath when she did finally reach them, but that didn't stop her from running headlong into a rant.
"You have to stay away from this creep, whose name is Rick." She glared at the guy sitting next to Lane. "Rick hits and pushes people. Rick's not fun. And Rick's a nerd. Me no like Rick." The chubby girl stopped right there, as if that explained everything.
The Mary Sue rolled her brown eyes. "You ain't gonna tell me what to do now, arez ya bitch? You don't know me. I ain't yer bitch. Who're you ta' get up in my face like dis nowz?" It was quite opposite actually; Lane had stormed over to the other girl and was barely inches away from the blonde's face.
"Let me start over again, then." The other girl inhaled deeply. "My name is Terri McGregor. I hang with the cool crowd. Do you want to spend the rest of you career with a loser like Rick?" She pointed at the nerd behind Lane, "Or do you want to be friends with me and the other cool kids?"
Suddenly, another blonde girl popped out of nowhere. "You just stole MY line Terri. That is so not cool! My bitches do not steal my lines. I am sooo not giving you that makeover now!" The girl snapped her fingers three times and then she was gone.
Lane rolled her eyes, a habit she seemed to be developing, and then turned on the girl named Terri. "I'd rather be friends with a nerd loser who spends his days playing Quake and fantasizing over those girls in FF X-2 then be the bitch of a bitch of a bitch like that, ya hear?"
The Mohawked Mary Sue did a quick about-face and headed over to the mentioned nerd, leaving Terri with a stunned expression. The nerd's mouth was wide open and his glasses were crooked.
"Shut yer trap," Lane said, then extended a hand to pull her companion up, another habit she was developing. She stared intently at the broccoli in his teeth for a bit more, and then shuddered. The Mohawked Mary Sue sighed. "You'll have to do for now, I guess."
The nerd squinted at her through his smudged and dirty glasses. "Who are you?"
Lane's left eye started to twitch. "Don't push me punk because I'm on that cliffy thingy, and I'm gonna' crack."
"What?"
"The bible o' Linkin' Park, Verse 13 Line 2, 'and the lord said, I'm on the cliff and I'm about to crack,' or something like that."
"Que?"
"Never mind. Linkin' Park smells anyway. Stupid pop-angst band." Lane waved a fist in the air, and then at Rick. "You don't like Linkin' Park, do you?"
"They smell."
Lane patted her new boy-toy on the back. "Good job."
He grinned. "You is better than my other master."
It was Lane's turn to squint, "Yeah, why was that bitch all up in your [cough]? I'm all for violence and shite, but what was all that about?"
Rick's smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of forlorn, "It's those darn preps. They hate me. I don't know why. Stupid preps."
Lane nodded. She could identify. Her brother, her very own flesh and blood, was prep. Luckily, he was in college so she didn't have to talk to his sorry ass. Speaking of preps... across the lawn their seemed to be some sort of convention going on. A group of school-spirited teens were gathered on the stairs that led up to the school. They were all staring at Lane and her new nerd friend.
The Mohawked Mary Sue raised a hand and pointed at the blonde girl who was located near the middle. She kept her finger pointed but continued her conversation, "Let's put on a little show for them, eh?"
Lane slapped herself with her free hand but, again, continued to talk as if nothing weird was happening. "I mean, if they're going to watch, let's make it interesting."
"What are you thinking?" the brunette asked, regaining his foolish grin.
"Something from Chicago, maybe. You know that one part where they sing...?"
The nerd has lost some of his enthusiasm, "The part where they sing? Yeah, I know it. And they dance there too, right?"
Lane rolled her shit-brown eyes. "Or we could just spoon, because in my experience most preps are prudes. So this would –what?"
The other teen was looking at Lane with another odd expression on his face, like he couldn't quite believe his luck. "Let's spoon," he hissed, quickly leaning in towards the bitch.
Lane giggled, "Oh, you're a dirty little pervert." She glanced over at Terri and her gang, who were staring intently at the two of them. "How about this, I'll go tell those peeping-toms to #&%) $##*%# (#)*%@ @#)(&%# [edited for rating], and then we can spoon?"
The whore stood up before Rick could answer. She started to make her way towards the preps, but stopped herself. Lane turned back around and sighed, "In case I get in trouble or whatever, do you want to plan to meet up later, after school anyway?"
He glanced around Lane's slim figure at the preps. "Sure. Let's meet at the mall, and then we can decide what to do from there."
Because Lane was NEW and didn't know the entire freakin' layout of the town by memory, he gave her DIRECTIONS, which she quickly jotted down on her hand.
The Mohawked Mary Sue gave a tiny wave and a "See ya" then turned around for the second time. The preps were still lounging on the steps that led up to the school. The chubby blond was rigidly sitting on the edge of one of the stone steps. Another blonde girl, the one who seemed like competition, was sitting in the middle of a circle, the others surrounding her. It was like she was a queen on her throne.
"Another thing I'll have to change." Lane muttered. "This isn't going to be a skankocracy while I'm here." The girl stopped in her tracks and blinked. "OK, well maybe it might be, but not under that bitch. Skankocracy. That's pretty funny. I'll have to use that sometime."
With another determined huff, she continued towards the preps, who were generally ignoring her approach. When Lane was about fifteen feet away from the other teens, she stopped, took a deep breath, and started to rant...
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I own naught of Degrassi. Lane is a character that
came out of my twisted mind, not yours, so no stealing! And I apologize for
poor grammar, spelling errors, or anything that doesn't quite make sense to
you. Politely point it out to me and I'll change it.
Finally updated. I'm sure you've all been waiting on the edges of your respective seats... anyway, next chapter will be up sooner. A lot sooner.
A funny little side note: the part of Rick actually used to be Dean. [Paige's alleged rapist.] That's how old this story is. But I figured that was so long ago, nobody would get it. It doesn't really ruin anything; I just thought I'd mention it. Enjoy!
