.x. CHAPTER TWO .x.
= Reflexive pronouns? =
[N/ So I know the beginning was about the length of, well, the length of time before a commercial set in. :) Just thought I would mention that the beginning scene between Paige and Candy was a little over emphasized and I know Paige really isn't all that bad, she was just being PAIGE, and we all know what that's like. Also thought I might mention that, though confusing, some chapters or parts of chapters will be written in third person, and others in Candy's point of view. Thanks so much for all your support!]
"Have you heard about what that new girl did to Paige's hair?" Manny asked Emma, as they filed out of their Science class.
Emma restrained herself from rolling her eyes but pretended to be interested. "No, what happened?"
Manny took her by the shoulder and gushed, "She spit gum in her hair! It was a mess, and Paige is pissed,"
"Whoa!" Emma said with a nod, thoroughly impressed.
"Was that because you saw my suave saunter coming your way, or because I'm so damn sexy?" a voice whispered in Emma's ear.
"J.T.!" she scolded, smacking the nearest upper arm without even looking at the face of her suitor.
"What's up, ladies?" J.T. greeted as he approached. He nodded to the both of them, winking at Manny.
"If it wasn't J.T..." Emma's voice trailed and she slowly looked around her shoulder. "Then,"
"It was I, my sweet." Toby proclaimed, his head looming centimeters behind Emma's neck. He still spoke with the sleek, what he thought was sensual voice.
"Toby!" Emma exclaimed, not in anger but shock.
"Yes?" he breathed, tracing his finger along her bare arm.
"Toby, what are you DOING?"
"Just admiring your effervescent beauty...the way your hair and skin just collide into one delicate enigma—"
"Tobs," J.T. interrupted. "That's just...that's just plain weird."
"Yeah, Toby! You're kind of freaking me out!" Manny added, on the verge of giggles. She didn't laugh, though; by the looks of Emma's face, she couldn't decide which of the three to punch first.
"Freaking YOU out?" Emma echoed. "You're even freaking me out!"
"I'm sorry, my fairest, I was only addressing your features, your grace—"
"Toby! Stop it!" Emma turned her back the trio to retrieve her required books from her locker.
"So Manny," J.T. began, working up his courage as their companions were distracted. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing really good, thanks." she responded with a grin.
"Great, well, uh," J.T. exhaled and smiled, hoping he didn't sound dorky or stupid. "What are you doing this weekend? Got any plans?"
"I'm going to go ice skating with Emma on Friday night." Manny told him, thoughtful as she rehearsed her weekend schedule through her brain.
His excited expression diminished. A sense of rejection seeping in, he clawed the back of his scalp in worry and waited for the, 'Oh, I'm sorry, I'm busy! I really want to do something! But I have to wash my hair...' speech.
"But that's no biggie. I'm free all of Saturday. Why, would you wanna do something?"
The smile found its way back onto J.T's face. "Yeah! So I'll call you tomorrow and we'll plan something for Saturday?"
Manny nodded, apprehensive. "Sounds great."
"Great!" J.T. beamed, the mental victory won. It had taken days to work up that nerve, and it had been spent well.
"If you would only hear my plea, my sweet!" Toby chorused, voice carrying through the hall. His annoying attempts to "woo" Emma interjected in between J.T.'s decent, and at least normal proposal.
"Toby, I've asked you nicely. Please leave me alone." Emma requested, her tone growing harsh. She slung her purse over her arm and glared at him.
"I cannot, for—"
"Go AWAY!" Emma burst out. "Come on, Manny." She seized Manny by the arm and dragged her as distantly as possible from their Romeos.
"Bye!" J.T. called, waving.
"Bye!" Manny laughed, running to catch up with her friend.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Toby sighed dreamily, once the two girls were out of sight.
"Dude, you scared the piss out of her!"
"But you told me to be honest and romantic! And that's exactly what I'm doing!"
"I never said to be freaky, did I?"
"I'm not being freaky!"
"Uh, yeah, you are. You had her running away from you. Tell me you can't just smell the fear. Or is that love?"
"Damn it! What must I do to win her?"
J.T. shrugged. "I don't know. But first you can try not being weird. She'd probably piss herself in fear of dying before she even dreamed of kissing you."
*****
Two minutes hadn't passed since Spinner last thought of sex when a trivial being appeared before him. And this made his dick spring up and sex came right back.
His tongue hung limp and dry inside his mouth as his eyes caught sight of the mysterious thing caressing the halls with a dense sort of glow he'd never even imagined. He stopped short right in the middle of harassing Paige Michelchuck just to crane his neck and get a good luck at her.
"Her" was rather a misfit when it came to blending in; "Her" wore a plaid skirt with a black wife beater (the Crimson Skull on the front) and walked funny, with her shoulders back and her hips forward. "Her" hair waved in a dark brown mess ending right around her chin, and some pieces stuck out, making it look like she'd just woken up. "Her" had the longest eyelashes Mason had ever seen, with a pierced, naturally pouty lip.
And "her"...was the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed. Confused, he had never quite been so intrigued by a member of the opposite sex in his entire life.
"Spin! What are you gawking at?" his girlfriend asked.
His girlfriend was none other than the occupier of the top spot on Degrassi's MOST WANTED list: Paige Michelchuck. For months Spinner had asked her out relentlessly, and they'd on off dated for quite some time.
He glanced at the perky blonde, dressed in a yellow halter lined in pink trim, a khaki skirt, and matching yellow and pink striped sandals. Spin thought she was totally adorable, how could he give her up now?
"Just admiring how hot you are, Baby cakes,"
"That's my Honey Bunch,"
She then offered him a quick peck on the lips, which might have served as a better breeding ground for the reasoning behind the hard bulge in his pants.
"Spin!" Paige exclaimed with a startled giggle.
"Sorry, babe, I can't help it!" Spinner told her earnestly, adding in a convincing, goofy smile. Which wasn't a complete lie...
"I know!" she replied, heading in the opposite direction. "See you,"
Mouth devoid of saliva, he mouthed a "bye," but only air came out.
As soon as the Abercrombie ass had vanished around a corner, Spinner had set to work in finding that girl, the cause of his boner. He sprinted past the water fountain, nearly bowling over Manny in the process and ripped around a corner to see the plaid-skirted behind disappear into the very English class he was due to in about thirty seconds.
Abandoning the need for books, Spinner dashed through the door and stumbled to a halt, eyes searching the room madly for the delicious piece of punk ass.
Marco, Ellie, Ashley...his eyes darted along the row of seats. "Where are you?" he wondered, his mind in a state of pure and urgent muddle. Terri, Jimmy, Craig...
There. There she was, seated right next to Craig Manning. Spinner scrambled to find a seat...the seat next to her was empty!
"Hi. Mind if I sit here?"
She didn't have a choice.
"Go for it." she offered, sarcastic, and Spinner's heart leapt for joy as he plopped in the empty chair.
"Spinner Mason, nice to meet you." He faked, putting on the most distinguished act he had ever pulled off to date. He extended his hand.
The demonic angel didn't seem to notice; she'd never met him anyway. Her fingernails (polished black) reached across a pile of books to meet his clammy hand. "Candy."
Candy...the sound of her sweet name. Her voice rung in his ears as the bell echoed its shrill toll and class began. Spinner slipped a badly scrawled note to his left, Ms. Kwan's voice ignored as she explained the error of reflexive pronoun use.
'don't you have a last name'
Candy reacted as if the note were very funny and wrote in short, neat letters, 'those don't exist where I come from.' and slid it back to him.
No last name? Was that legal? Spinner didn't have time to think before his hand flew across his paper, the next inquire begging, 'you've got to have a last name'
The conversation continued:
'It's lame. And last names don't matter. Everyone goes by their first names around here.'
'I don't care. I wanna know.'
'Ask me something I can answer.'
'Will you marry me?'
"Psh!" Candy snickered at his request. Leaning close to the note page half- filled with words, she scrawled a longer message and passed it to him, under the table this time.
Spinner didn't know which to be more excited about, the fact that she was acknowledging his persistence, or that her hand had brushed his. He smoothed out the note. It read, 'Maybe. Hold your breath until English ends, then I'll have a definite answer.'
"Mr. Mason?" Ms. Kwan asked, the cruel sound of disappointment filling the poor boy's ears and filtering to his brain. "Can you give me an example?"
"Er," Spinner struggled, "Uh..."
"Can anyone tell me?" she inquired.
It appeared that Spinner wasn't the only clueless student. Candy sighed in annoyance and stuck her hand in the air.
"Let's try Candy." Ms. Kwan called, pleased to see some participation.
"If you were to use a term, such as, oh, maybe 'his' and 'own' right next to each other. His own: that's a double positive. Technically it shouldn't exist. It's repetitive." Candy explained, slouching in her seat and returning to chewing her gum.
He stared. Smart and beautiful should be outlawed! What woman has both brains and beauty? She was PERFECT. He already felt the drool.
"Hey," Candy whispered, "are you ok?"
"Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just fine." He choked out in a hushed
But was he really? Suddenly he had that feeling again, and oh, his poor, poor pants with his swollen boner. And Candy just so happened to notice his new friend.
"Slow down, cowboy, looks like you've got one too many cows in the barn."
Spinner pretended to drop his pencil so that she wouldn't see his hot face. But as he retrieved the pencil from the ground, he looked up into a pair of eyes, and they were glazed over in malice.
"Spin, it's nice to know you're associating with my greatest enemy! Thanks for backing me up!" Paige spat.
"What!"
"That's the one that I told you spit in my hair! And you're flirting with her!" she said, eying his new interest with despise.
"I didn't know that was her, babe!"
"This is your wake up call." Paige told him, voice icy.
The bell rang, and class cleared, but Spinner remained seated, mind in contempt and worry. He had to find a way to fix this, and fast; the only place this crush would take him was Dumpsville, and with a worn out pair of trousers.
= Reflexive pronouns? =
[N/ So I know the beginning was about the length of, well, the length of time before a commercial set in. :) Just thought I would mention that the beginning scene between Paige and Candy was a little over emphasized and I know Paige really isn't all that bad, she was just being PAIGE, and we all know what that's like. Also thought I might mention that, though confusing, some chapters or parts of chapters will be written in third person, and others in Candy's point of view. Thanks so much for all your support!]
"Have you heard about what that new girl did to Paige's hair?" Manny asked Emma, as they filed out of their Science class.
Emma restrained herself from rolling her eyes but pretended to be interested. "No, what happened?"
Manny took her by the shoulder and gushed, "She spit gum in her hair! It was a mess, and Paige is pissed,"
"Whoa!" Emma said with a nod, thoroughly impressed.
"Was that because you saw my suave saunter coming your way, or because I'm so damn sexy?" a voice whispered in Emma's ear.
"J.T.!" she scolded, smacking the nearest upper arm without even looking at the face of her suitor.
"What's up, ladies?" J.T. greeted as he approached. He nodded to the both of them, winking at Manny.
"If it wasn't J.T..." Emma's voice trailed and she slowly looked around her shoulder. "Then,"
"It was I, my sweet." Toby proclaimed, his head looming centimeters behind Emma's neck. He still spoke with the sleek, what he thought was sensual voice.
"Toby!" Emma exclaimed, not in anger but shock.
"Yes?" he breathed, tracing his finger along her bare arm.
"Toby, what are you DOING?"
"Just admiring your effervescent beauty...the way your hair and skin just collide into one delicate enigma—"
"Tobs," J.T. interrupted. "That's just...that's just plain weird."
"Yeah, Toby! You're kind of freaking me out!" Manny added, on the verge of giggles. She didn't laugh, though; by the looks of Emma's face, she couldn't decide which of the three to punch first.
"Freaking YOU out?" Emma echoed. "You're even freaking me out!"
"I'm sorry, my fairest, I was only addressing your features, your grace—"
"Toby! Stop it!" Emma turned her back the trio to retrieve her required books from her locker.
"So Manny," J.T. began, working up his courage as their companions were distracted. "How are you doing?"
"I'm doing really good, thanks." she responded with a grin.
"Great, well, uh," J.T. exhaled and smiled, hoping he didn't sound dorky or stupid. "What are you doing this weekend? Got any plans?"
"I'm going to go ice skating with Emma on Friday night." Manny told him, thoughtful as she rehearsed her weekend schedule through her brain.
His excited expression diminished. A sense of rejection seeping in, he clawed the back of his scalp in worry and waited for the, 'Oh, I'm sorry, I'm busy! I really want to do something! But I have to wash my hair...' speech.
"But that's no biggie. I'm free all of Saturday. Why, would you wanna do something?"
The smile found its way back onto J.T's face. "Yeah! So I'll call you tomorrow and we'll plan something for Saturday?"
Manny nodded, apprehensive. "Sounds great."
"Great!" J.T. beamed, the mental victory won. It had taken days to work up that nerve, and it had been spent well.
"If you would only hear my plea, my sweet!" Toby chorused, voice carrying through the hall. His annoying attempts to "woo" Emma interjected in between J.T.'s decent, and at least normal proposal.
"Toby, I've asked you nicely. Please leave me alone." Emma requested, her tone growing harsh. She slung her purse over her arm and glared at him.
"I cannot, for—"
"Go AWAY!" Emma burst out. "Come on, Manny." She seized Manny by the arm and dragged her as distantly as possible from their Romeos.
"Bye!" J.T. called, waving.
"Bye!" Manny laughed, running to catch up with her friend.
"Isn't she beautiful?" Toby sighed dreamily, once the two girls were out of sight.
"Dude, you scared the piss out of her!"
"But you told me to be honest and romantic! And that's exactly what I'm doing!"
"I never said to be freaky, did I?"
"I'm not being freaky!"
"Uh, yeah, you are. You had her running away from you. Tell me you can't just smell the fear. Or is that love?"
"Damn it! What must I do to win her?"
J.T. shrugged. "I don't know. But first you can try not being weird. She'd probably piss herself in fear of dying before she even dreamed of kissing you."
*****
Two minutes hadn't passed since Spinner last thought of sex when a trivial being appeared before him. And this made his dick spring up and sex came right back.
His tongue hung limp and dry inside his mouth as his eyes caught sight of the mysterious thing caressing the halls with a dense sort of glow he'd never even imagined. He stopped short right in the middle of harassing Paige Michelchuck just to crane his neck and get a good luck at her.
"Her" was rather a misfit when it came to blending in; "Her" wore a plaid skirt with a black wife beater (the Crimson Skull on the front) and walked funny, with her shoulders back and her hips forward. "Her" hair waved in a dark brown mess ending right around her chin, and some pieces stuck out, making it look like she'd just woken up. "Her" had the longest eyelashes Mason had ever seen, with a pierced, naturally pouty lip.
And "her"...was the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed. Confused, he had never quite been so intrigued by a member of the opposite sex in his entire life.
"Spin! What are you gawking at?" his girlfriend asked.
His girlfriend was none other than the occupier of the top spot on Degrassi's MOST WANTED list: Paige Michelchuck. For months Spinner had asked her out relentlessly, and they'd on off dated for quite some time.
He glanced at the perky blonde, dressed in a yellow halter lined in pink trim, a khaki skirt, and matching yellow and pink striped sandals. Spin thought she was totally adorable, how could he give her up now?
"Just admiring how hot you are, Baby cakes,"
"That's my Honey Bunch,"
She then offered him a quick peck on the lips, which might have served as a better breeding ground for the reasoning behind the hard bulge in his pants.
"Spin!" Paige exclaimed with a startled giggle.
"Sorry, babe, I can't help it!" Spinner told her earnestly, adding in a convincing, goofy smile. Which wasn't a complete lie...
"I know!" she replied, heading in the opposite direction. "See you,"
Mouth devoid of saliva, he mouthed a "bye," but only air came out.
As soon as the Abercrombie ass had vanished around a corner, Spinner had set to work in finding that girl, the cause of his boner. He sprinted past the water fountain, nearly bowling over Manny in the process and ripped around a corner to see the plaid-skirted behind disappear into the very English class he was due to in about thirty seconds.
Abandoning the need for books, Spinner dashed through the door and stumbled to a halt, eyes searching the room madly for the delicious piece of punk ass.
Marco, Ellie, Ashley...his eyes darted along the row of seats. "Where are you?" he wondered, his mind in a state of pure and urgent muddle. Terri, Jimmy, Craig...
There. There she was, seated right next to Craig Manning. Spinner scrambled to find a seat...the seat next to her was empty!
"Hi. Mind if I sit here?"
She didn't have a choice.
"Go for it." she offered, sarcastic, and Spinner's heart leapt for joy as he plopped in the empty chair.
"Spinner Mason, nice to meet you." He faked, putting on the most distinguished act he had ever pulled off to date. He extended his hand.
The demonic angel didn't seem to notice; she'd never met him anyway. Her fingernails (polished black) reached across a pile of books to meet his clammy hand. "Candy."
Candy...the sound of her sweet name. Her voice rung in his ears as the bell echoed its shrill toll and class began. Spinner slipped a badly scrawled note to his left, Ms. Kwan's voice ignored as she explained the error of reflexive pronoun use.
'don't you have a last name'
Candy reacted as if the note were very funny and wrote in short, neat letters, 'those don't exist where I come from.' and slid it back to him.
No last name? Was that legal? Spinner didn't have time to think before his hand flew across his paper, the next inquire begging, 'you've got to have a last name'
The conversation continued:
'It's lame. And last names don't matter. Everyone goes by their first names around here.'
'I don't care. I wanna know.'
'Ask me something I can answer.'
'Will you marry me?'
"Psh!" Candy snickered at his request. Leaning close to the note page half- filled with words, she scrawled a longer message and passed it to him, under the table this time.
Spinner didn't know which to be more excited about, the fact that she was acknowledging his persistence, or that her hand had brushed his. He smoothed out the note. It read, 'Maybe. Hold your breath until English ends, then I'll have a definite answer.'
"Mr. Mason?" Ms. Kwan asked, the cruel sound of disappointment filling the poor boy's ears and filtering to his brain. "Can you give me an example?"
"Er," Spinner struggled, "Uh..."
"Can anyone tell me?" she inquired.
It appeared that Spinner wasn't the only clueless student. Candy sighed in annoyance and stuck her hand in the air.
"Let's try Candy." Ms. Kwan called, pleased to see some participation.
"If you were to use a term, such as, oh, maybe 'his' and 'own' right next to each other. His own: that's a double positive. Technically it shouldn't exist. It's repetitive." Candy explained, slouching in her seat and returning to chewing her gum.
He stared. Smart and beautiful should be outlawed! What woman has both brains and beauty? She was PERFECT. He already felt the drool.
"Hey," Candy whispered, "are you ok?"
"Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just fine." He choked out in a hushed
But was he really? Suddenly he had that feeling again, and oh, his poor, poor pants with his swollen boner. And Candy just so happened to notice his new friend.
"Slow down, cowboy, looks like you've got one too many cows in the barn."
Spinner pretended to drop his pencil so that she wouldn't see his hot face. But as he retrieved the pencil from the ground, he looked up into a pair of eyes, and they were glazed over in malice.
"Spin, it's nice to know you're associating with my greatest enemy! Thanks for backing me up!" Paige spat.
"What!"
"That's the one that I told you spit in my hair! And you're flirting with her!" she said, eying his new interest with despise.
"I didn't know that was her, babe!"
"This is your wake up call." Paige told him, voice icy.
The bell rang, and class cleared, but Spinner remained seated, mind in contempt and worry. He had to find a way to fix this, and fast; the only place this crush would take him was Dumpsville, and with a worn out pair of trousers.
