Chapter 4: Good Vibrations


Author Notes: More reviews? I'm in heaven! This is a pretty Regan and sex club-centric chapter. I hope y'all don't mind. Thanks to everyone, I really do appreciate it. Hope you guys like this chapter, SEX CLUB(!!) and scandals abound.

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One, two, one two three four! Terri counted off, and the girls started their new song, Breaking Point. They'd been at it for 45 minutes, and it still just didn't sound right.

Haven't you heard?
I'm not the same girl anymore
you can't push me around
I reached my breaking point-

Stop, stop! Ashley interrupted Ellie's singing. Maybe we should change the last note to a D sharp. It sounds kind of weird.

No way! It sounds weird, but a D sharp will just screw it up. How bout to a middle C? Terri suggested.

I can't go from a low E flat to a middle C! It's not happening!

Well why don't we call it quits for the day then? Ashley said, tired and annoyed. Mr. Miller hadn't come. To be fair, he didn't promise he would... she just felt somewhat disappointed, was all.

So what are you doing this weekend, Ash? Want to see a movie or something? Ellie asked, putting her guitar in it's case.

Yeah, sure. Hey, did JT talk to you about that club?

What club?

I don't know, he was pretty shady on the details. He just said that he was starting a club and he'd be happy to have me as a cofounder or something.

No idea. Who's supervising it?

I don't know, but he made me sign something...

***

Meanwhile, Mr. Miller was packing things up for the day, when none other than JT Yorke knocked his door. He motioned him to enter.

Hey JT, what's up?

Hi, Mr. Miller. Good class today... I really um... enjoyed the lesson.

Thanks, what can I do for you?

Well... I'm starting this thing, and we need a supervisor- I was staying late today petitioning students, and I have this list you see, of everyone interested, more than 40 which I think is pretty good-

You starting a team or something?

More of a club than a team... and more of a discussion group than a club...

Can I see the list?



Hmm... Ashley Kerwin... Hazel Aden... Jeremy Roans... Christopher Hughes... Ok, lots of names, but what's the discussion group' about, exactly?

Well, it's to talk about issues and problems that teens deal with these days.





Sounds like a good idea. Where do I sign? JT couldn't believe it was this easy. Never mind that Mr. Miller would probably get in trouble and kill him for being deceitful.

Right here, on the dotted line. Thanks a lot, Mr. Miller!

No problem. And hey, if you see Regan Kennedy anywhere, tell her she's in trouble.

Um, sure thing. First meeting is Friday at lunch! Later!

Mr. Miller looked over his desk and shook his head. The girl had not brought in the journal entry, despite his explicitly telling her after class and his warnings of how he wouldn't take it easy on her, because it wasn't fair to the other students. He picked up his marking sheet and reluctantly put a 0 next to Kennedy, Regan.

***

You guys- She started laughing. I think I was supposed to do something.

Regan was in Paul's basement, on a mattress on the floor. She, Paul, Sean and Matilda had just gone through quite a large supply of marijuana. They were all sort of sitting about giggling and talking.

What was it? Sean asked, tracing his name with his finger in the air.

I don't know... something for school or something.

Then who cares? They all started laughing.

I don't know! Hey Paulathan-

No, no, he's Paul-o-vision, you call me Seanathan. You can him Paul-o-vision, Sean corrected.

Are you sure?



Well any ways, Paul, do you have any food? I'm starving. Paul muttered something incoherently.

Fine, be that way.

Hey Regan, I didn't know you were gonna be a president of that club thing?

What? Who? When? Regan got up and looked at Sean confusedly.

That kid... I forgot his name... whoa did you see that dust bunny?

Sean, stay focused. Who said that?

You know, short kid. Skinny. He said you were gonna be president or some shit of that club and so I joined.

I have no idea what you're talking about. I can't believe you joined a school club, you friggin loser. Sean threw a pillow at her but missed.

I did it to support you or something. I thought you joined. The meeting is Friday or something. Regan lay back down and looked at the ceiling.

I don't know, maybe I did. I forget. This must be some good shit, Paul-o-vision, cause I usually have, like, fucking impeccable memory. Let's go to it and break it up, okay Seanathan?

Sounds good.

***

Did you hear? Manny asked Emma the next day.

Hear what?

About this whole sex club thing?

Emma stopped in her tracks. Are you kidding?

Remember when JT said he was gonna start one? He was definitely not kidding. Apparently a ton of people are going, and Mr. Miller is supervising! Can you believe it? We should definitely go. The meeting's tomorrow at lunch.

I don't want to go! JT's libido is not something I want to support.

Come on, it'll be funny!

Did I hear you two ladies mention my name? JT caught up with them.

We were just talking about your um, club.

Isn't it great? I'll be expecting both of you. You can have a seat in the front row. Just then Ashley approached them, and she did not look happy. Ashley, baby!

JT, you better have a good reason for this-

For what? JT played dumb.

I did not agree to a sex club! I agreed to a club discussing issues that affect teenagers'!

And that isn't sex? JT asked. He had a point.

Well count me out.

But Ashley-

Hey JT, Paige said, with Spinner beside her. They joined the little group in the hall. I hear you got Miller to supervise. How'd you pull that? Ashley's eyes bugged out a little bit.

Well, I just worked the patented JT Yorke charm-

He has no idea what he's getting into, does he? Paige asked smirking.

None at all. JT admitted.

Well, we'll be there. Me and Spin I mean. Spinner, like all the guys in the school, had secretly wanted to go, so he perked up. But only to laugh at how it will fail.

I appreciate your support, JT said sarcastically as they walked away laughing. Ashley was thinking fast. If Miller was going to be there, well, that was a different story.

Come to think of it, it will be pretty funny. Count me in, JT, she said, nodding.



Well, sounds like it will be a pretty full meeting. Are you sure you know what you're doing, JT?

Of course I do, he said uncertainly.

***

Look for Nirvana, under the strobe lights, Regan was singing lightly under her breath as she got to school the next day. In 5 minutes lunch would be starting, but she was just arriving to school now. She's smoked a large amount of pot again last night which made her oversleep a little bit. Ok, a lot.

Well, well, well. Ms. Kennedy, Mr. Miller said, coming out of the office and seeing her walk to her locker.

I prefer Regan, thanks.

You weren't in class today. I assume you were sick?

Yeah, something like that.

Regan, this isn't good.

She asked with widened eyes.

Come on, skipping class? I checked out your records from your old school. I hope you're not falling back into bad habits. Plus your eyes are like a rabbits, don't think I don't know what you do when you leave school. Regan paused, thinking up something to say. Mr. Miller was obviously one of those annoying teachers who tried to be their student's friends.

Ok. Anything else?

Yeah, see me after school and bring your english binders. With that he walked away. Game set match, Miller. After soon as he was out of earshot Regan growled and had an angry spasm. She saw Craig at their lockers and jumped on his back while covering his eyes.

Ow! Who are you and why are you attacking me? he asked, laughing. Regan uncovered his eyes and hopped off. His face fell when he saw it was her.

What, disappointed I'm not that Manly girl?

he corrected. Skipping classes again, huh?

Yeah. Mr. Miller says I'm bad.

Are you ready for the sexathon?

Oh yeah, apparently I'm president or some shit. Sean told me about that the other day. We're gonna crash the meeting and break it up. Are you going?

Yeah maybe.

Yes, you are. I command it.

Ok, I guess I am then. You looked really tired. Your eyes are all blurry.
She smacked him in he stomach.

Don't ever tell a girl she looks tired, you moron! You're never gonna get laid.

Well, as long as girl like you exist, I will.

What is that supposed to mean?

I think you know, Skanky McSlut. Craig said, grinning stupidly.

So what? I know a lot about you, Craig Mann-whore. People have informed me about your little reputation.

And what's that?

That you're like, Canadian Gigolo. The only person in this place that you haven't hooked up with is Raditch, and even that's doubtful. I bet you blew him in his office with utmost secrecy.

UGH, Regan you're really gross. You win this round. Excuse me to go wash my brain. He walked away, actually going to find Manny. Regan laughed to herself and put her stuff away in her locker.

***

This is lame, Ash. Really lame, Ashley had convinced Ellie to go with her to the meeting, and Ellie had not stopped complaining since the minute they got there.

Yeah, I know. Sorry.

So why are we still here?

I don't know, I just- Just then Mr. Miller walked in. Wearing an oddly expensive suit, for a teacher. Navy pinstriped with a slightly loosened yellow tie, and even a yellow handkerchief in the pocket. Ashley noticed that he had neglected to shave that morning, but it wasn't gross and dirty-looking like some guys... it was actually really attractive. Ellie looked back and forth at them with sudden comprehending.

Oh, I see, she said with a knowing twinkle in her eye.

Ellie, please don't do anything to embarrass me-

Hey Mr. Miller! There's a seat over here! Ellie shouted, waving him over. He walked over and smiled.

Thanks, but I'll stand. Where's the man of the hour?

I think JT's planning on making a grand entrance, Ashley said.

Pretty good turn out, huh? I didn't know so many guys were interested in a teen issues discussion group. Ellie burst out laughing.

You just make the stupid thing sound so dignified! I mean, that sounds really good. Better than sex club', at least. Mr. Miller's mouth dropped a little bit.

S... sex club?

JT didn't tell you?!

Not exactly. Something tells me JT is a bit of a con artist... He paused. Hey wait a minute! If this club is so stupid, why are you two here? Huh, Ashley, huh? Ashley laughed, enjoying being singled out.

We're just anticipating a train wreck.

Ouch, that's a bit harsh. Jesus, do you guys think I'll get in trouble to supervising this thing- he stopped and brushed some hair out of Ashley eyes. Sorry, looked like it was bothering you. I mean, I don't want to cancel it since it's such a big turnout and it'll make me the unhip jerk teacher- he continued, but Ashley was lost in her own happiness. He liked her. She could tell.

***

Hey, ready to go to the damn thing? Regan asked Sean, who was hanging out in the shop class.

Most definitely, he said, taking off his protection glasses.

Hey, guys, before you go, I have an idea to make the meeting more interesting. Paul Gleason, their other friend said. Come here. They approached him and he opened his knapsack. Mr. Kelson, the supposed teacher and supervisor, had fallen asleep and was snoring lightly. Quite a hazardous environment. Paul pulled out a bottle of Bailey's. Regan squealed.

Are you nuts?!

Come on, just a few sips, he coerced.

Screw that, give me the whole damn bottle, I'm gonna need it to get through my meeting with Miller after school today, Regan said, greedily grabbing the bottle.

Whoa, no way. Didn't your mom ever tell you to share? Regan ignored him, undid the top and took a long sip. I'd laugh so hard if he wakes up, she aid, motioning to Kelson.

I wouldn't, Sean said, taking the bottle. He looked around suspiciously before taking his own long sip. When he stopped he took a long breath and his face was red. Holy shit. He said, laughing and catching his breath.

Kay, one more for me and we'll go, Regan taking, taking a few little sips and handing the bottle to Paul and giving him a big hug. You're the bestest. She then grabbed Sean's hand and pulled him away. They ran across the halls of Degrassi, laughing and every once in a while, stumbling.

When they got to the room wherein which the meeting was being held, they stopped.

You know what we need, peanut butter, it takes away the scent of alcohol. I can smell your stanky breath from here.

Yours is no bouquet of roses either. They looked through the window. JT seemed to be talking and a few people were occasionally raising their hands to speak.

Jesus Christ on a cracker, it looks sooo dull. I mean look at the guys faces, they obviously are disappointed cause they probably they were actually going to be having sex in this club, and the girls are probably there to get educated... I mean look at that poor girl. The blond one. I bet she's never seen a penis in her life. Sean cleared his throat.

That's Emma Nelson. I used to date her.

And I bet you never got past 2nd base. She said, laughing. So my theory is correct- she stopped when she saw she had hit sore spot. Well any ways. Let's go in there. I feel some what compelled to say something these girls will need in their chaste futures.

***

Inside the room, JT was struggling.

Why don't we talk to someone who's actually had sex? some guy in grade 11 shouted out. A bunch of people laughed. Go on, Miller! Tell us your experiences. Every laughed and looked at the teacher expectantly. Miller cleared his throat and smiled:

No effing way. Heckles and boos escaped the audience.

I have something to say, A new voice entered the room. Regan and Sean had just entered the room and were standing at the back. Regan made her way to the front, almost falling over. Sit down, kid. JT was in awe, but did as he was told.

Ok, this is just a message to girls: condom, condom, condom, aight? I don't care how heated the moment is, or if the guys says it's uncomfortable. Make him wear it.

What kind is best? Some girl in grade 9 shouted out. A bunch of guys gave her the once over, and she crouched down, beet red.

Hey, how you doin'? one guy asked. Regan laughed.

That's a good question, she reached into her purse and pulled out a stack of them. I personally always have the ribbed ones on hand, she said, handing them to someone to pass around. Just cause they're my favorite for personal amusement. When you're giving a blow job, the flavored ones are all right, but a word to the wise: don't get grape. It's very gross. I highly recommend watermelon or strawberry. By now pretty much everyone was abuzz or laughing.

Do you have any advice for what guys can do to get their girls to actually do any of this? another random guy called out. Regan squinted, trying to locate him. Her mind had been warm and fuzzy, but for the next answer, she turned deadly serious and calm.

No. And if I find out any of you force any girl into doing something she isn't ready for, I swear on my own life, I will fucking hunt you down, cut your dick off and choke your mother with it. Comprendre?

Regan, watch the language! Since you're sending the right message, I'll let that be a warning. Mr. Miller said angrily. Regan saluted him, which threw her off balance.

Kay sorry. I do however know some very slutty girls who will screw anything with legs. See me later. She gave a very exaggerated wink.

Are you one of them? Craig called out.

Mr. Manning, I've had enough of your tomfoolery. If you can't keep your stupid thoughts to yourself- she paused. I lost my train of thoughts. Any ways, that's pretty much all the knowledge I have for today-

No! Stay up there! I got a question! were a sample of some of the yells.

UGH fine. Sean get your ass- er, bum up here now. I need an assistant.

For the rest of the lunch period Regan answered questions on a wide range of subjects. When it was over she felt drained and dizzy.

Sean, my head hurts.

Mine too.

I wanna go home. She paused at her locker, momentarily forgetting her combination.

You can't, you have a meeting with that teacher guy.

Oh man screw him. I'm going home.

Regan, I wouldn't, seriously stick it out cause he seems to get easily harried by you.

I know, I'll deal with it later. Go to class and get good notes, so that I can copy them tomorrow, ok?

Ok, so we're still meeting up at the Eaton Center?

Yes, and you're buying me lunch.

I don't recall that part of the plan-

Too bad! With that, Regan was gone out the door.

***

It was interesting, that's for sure, Emma said to Manny later that day at her house. The two were in the kitchen, looking for some appropriately unhealthy after school snacks.

I can't believe Mr. Miller just stood there, letting her answer some of those questions. I mean it got pretty racy! Snake(aka Mr. Simpson) walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips.

What are you two talking about?

Like you didn't hear about it, Mr. Simpson!

I didn't! What's up? Emma shook her head at Manny, mouthing

The sex club at school today. There was quite a discussion going on. Snake burst out laughing.

You're joking.

I'm not.

I can't believe it, who supervised?!

Mr. Miller.

Ah, the handsome hunk of everyone's dreams. So what did you guys talk about?

Emma exclaimed. Manny, don't answer that. That's so gross. We should not be talking about this with you. She led Manny up to her room.

What's wrong? He's so befuddled! It's funny!

It's not. It's weird.

Oh get over it. So what are we doing tonight?

I was thinking rent some movies, Snake and mom visiting friends with the baby, so I-

Manny said suddenly. How's it going with you and Chris I just thought how I never see you guys alone together anymore. Emma suddenly looked sad and shrugged.

We're... taking a break.

Oh, Em. Sorry. I had no idea.

It's ok. I'm over it, really. She was incredibly unconvincing. Manny decided to change the subject, and fast.

Did you hear that girl's question about vibrators? I thought I was going to DIE! With that the girls were laughing again.

***

The next Monday Regan got to school uncharacteristically early to make sure she wouldn't be late, and frankly to get out of her apartment. The atmosphere had been especially tense lately, and Trevor was basically almost living there now. He was always walking around in his underwear, and it was really gross. She had never been to school this early in her entire life. It was pretty deserted. She decided to go to the caf to buy some Diet Coke. It was never too early for Diet Coke.

On her way there however, she saw Mr. Miller in the distance. She got a knot in her stomach. Her immediate impulse was to hide or something. He had already seen her though, because he said:

She took her steps hesitantly.

Hi, Mr. Miller.

Good morning. You left early last Friday so I couldn't compliment you on your public speaking at the club. We also couldn't go on with our own little meeting.

Yeah, I... know. Sorry.

Sorry isn't good enough this time, Regan. Where are you going?

Getting a drink. He checked his watch. Well, after that come to my class so that we can have our talk, there's plenty of time before school starts. Ok? Regan nodded uncomfortably.



And don't try to run away, I've got spies everywhere. He half-smiled, which made her relax a bit. They went their separate ways and Regan opted for a water bottle instead. Caffeine made her jittery, and she felt like looking composed for the moment. When she got to his classroom he was arranging papers or something teacher-ly.

Hey, could you close the door? She did. Ok, come have a seat. She went over and sat at a desk opposite his own.

Regan, I know you're independent, and not interested in friendly teacher BS, but I gotta say, I'm worried. I've seen your transcripts from Laurier. 57 absences, and you're quickly catching up that here. You're new like me, so I thought we could develop a system or something. Newcomer advice, from me to you and vice versa, ok?

Well, I don't know...

For instance, looking at your current record here at Degrassi, you have an 87% in science. It's the one class you never seem to miss, and you're apparently pretty decent in it.

What can I say? I like it. It's interesting.

That's a good thing! I'm not haranguing you. I'm just thinking, if you like it, maybe there's a science related club you could join, which will get you more interested in school life and spirit. Regan inwardly groaned.

Mr. Miller, I appreciate what you're trying to do, really. But come on, let's be realistic-

Why can't that be a reality? Why?

Her mind went blank. I don't know, really. It's just not.

Well, it's just advice. Think about it.

Ok, but this is a mutual advice thing, right?



Then my advice to you is cut the handkerchiefs. They make you look gay. She broke into a grin, and he laughed good naturally and took the hankie out out his suit.





I like you Regan. You're beautiful, funny, and you're smart. You really are. That's why it kills me to see you throw your life away. Regan got a bit offended.

I'm not throwing it away-

Right, getting drunk at school is perfectly social behavior. Regan's mouth dropped.

I wasn't-

You were. And you're lucky I didn't tell Raditch.

Thanks, I guess.

Now get outta here. I've got tests to grade.

She walked out and saw Ashley Kerwin, the punk-y girl on her way to Mr. Miller's classroom.

Maybe they're having an affair, she thought, amusing herself.

A/N: You'll have to wait and see. Shoot. This was really long.