"Sean! Get up! School!"
I rolled my eyes. I'd been up for two hours already, planning. Scraps of paper lay all over the top of my desk. Sighing, I shoved them all into my old backpack.
Looking at the floor, I grabbed a pair of jeans and a black muscle shirt. I couldn't remember when I wore them last, but it really didn't matter. No one would care, and anyone who did wouldn't matter to me.
I shoved my feet into my old, yet faithful, sneakers and winced. My feet had grown again, I'd have to ask, borrow, or steal money from Tracker; probably the second one.
Heading out of my way-too-small room, I grabbed a hooded sweatshirt, and walked into the main room, hoping to get passed Tracker undetected.
"That was fast."
Wincing a little, I sighed. I should've waited a little, now he would be suspicious.
"Yeah, well, I'm in a hurry," I snapped a little harder than I meant to.
He watched me, obviously amused. "Anxious to go to school? That Emma is having an effect on you."
I silently seethed. Emma Nelson. That name made me want to break down a wall with my bare hands.
"I haven't talked to…Emma…in a week," I spat her name. It was bitter on my tongue—sour even, like expired milk.
"Why? Is she busy with her many campaigns?" Tracker asked, laughing.
She had been busy, but that wasn't the point. I didn't care if her 'Save-the-Trees' club existed or not, let alone took up her time.
In the back of my mind, that annoying little voice reminded me about her dad. He had cancer, and I should feel sorry for her. Sure I felt bad for her mom, but definitely not her.
"We broke up," I said flatly, moving towards the door.
"I see…so why are you in such a hurry?"
"Got stuff to do with Jay." More like for Jay, but he didn't need to know that.
He must have guessed anyway, because he sighed. "If you get anymore detentions, they'll suspend you. You're grades can't take that."
I just rolled my eyes, "You're not my parent, Tracker, so just…go to hell."
Turning to the door, I opened it, stepped out, and slammed it behind me.
That had taken too much of my precious before-school time. I would barely have anytime if I ran, but I had to try anyway.
Breaking into a fast jog, I hurried to school. Jay wanted me to hack into the school's computer and change his grades. I wouldn't have agreed to if I hadn't thought of changing a couple of Emma's too. She didn't need good grades! She was swimming in sympathy. No one would even notice the drop in her grades; they'd probably excuse it off.
Reaching school, I didn't bother to slow my pace. It was an hour and a half before school; no one was even there yet.
"Note to self: Thank Tracker for waking me up so early," I muttered, picking the lock to the front door.
Making sure the door was locked again, I silently made for the office. The secretary was in there. I sighed.
Suddenly she stood up and started for the door. Jumping back, I crouched down. When she passed me, I ducked in the door right before it clicked shut.
I didn't have much time before she came back. Half running towards Raditch's office, I turned the knob. It opened.
Ok.
Time out.
What teacher in their right mind leaves their office unlocked?! Not that I'm complaining…but I mean. He's the principal.
How'd he get through college!?
Anyway, back to it. I wasn't stupid so I went in. His computer was on, too. Glancing up at the ceiling, I raised an eyebrow. Someone up there was extremely happy with me. Or was just messing with my head. I shook off the thought, sorta spooked, and went to sit at his desk.
Moving the mouse, I stared as the screen went from black to his desktop. I didn't have any idea that his mind was like any other teenager's was. There was a half-naked model on it, and when I mean "half-naked" I mean it. Half naked. Nothing on top, and a thong on bottom. I twitched, my nasty little mind going to work with the mental images.
Looking for a browser, I saw some with weird names, gibberish really, and decided that was more interesting. Double-clicking on one brought up a short-cut to a website. I shrugged and clicked 'Go'.
Suddenly the screen was filled with half-naked girls. I stared and quickly exited from the site. Another brought me to a gay porno site. The image of Marco flashed through my mind for a brief second. Not a smart thing, since I was already a little pervert. Twitching again, which was annoying me to hell, I exited that too.
I didn't notice the time, or anything else, for that matter. I spent the next ten minutes randomly looking through his files, the ones without passwords. I didn't notice the 'Grade' browser at all.
Suddenly I heard the door open in the main office, and froze. It was followed by four sentencing words:
"Good morning, Mr. Raditch."
Don't panic. I repeat: Do not panic
"Too late," I muttered in response to my other 'self'. Great. I'm schizophrenic now.
I quickly decided to look as if I'd just gotten there and exited out of everything, finally glad that adults talk way too much.
I then sat so that I looked uneasy, on the edge, and very deep in concentration.
If this works, I deserve a Grammy…or Oscar…whichever.
I could hear the doorknob turn, and knew my heart was beating way too fast.
The light switched on.
"Mr. Cameron!"
Flinching, which wasn't an act, I whirled the chair around to meet a very furious looking Mr. Raditch.
"G'morning, sir," I said, trying for polite. "Did you know that when you're angry, a vain in your forehead throbs?"
His eye twitched visibly and I had to stop from laughing.
"What do you think you are doing!?" he practically hissed at me.
"Uh…"
I didn't have time to decently answer. He went off into this half-screaming, half-silent-treatment, lecture mode. I just nodded numbly to what I thought I was supposed to nod too. Eventually I figured I had just told him I had just sat down as he came in, and was innocently—yes, that really is there—trying to check grades.
"Whose!?" he growled finally.
"Emma's...Emma Nelson's…she was practically in tears because she thought she was flunking…" I said, making up a quick lie. I was gonna check her grades, but not just that.
His face softened incredibly and he sighed. "I see. Come with me, Mr. Cameron," he said, walking towards the door. "I understand Miss Nelson's going through a lot, and that you feel sorry for her and want to help…but this isn't the way. You should've just told her to check with me herself."
Stepping from his office, I realized what I'd just done. He would tell the other teachers, who would spread it to Mr. Simpson, who would tell Emma.
Great…
I started to frown at the thought of her thinking I liked her again. Just what I needed. Clinging Emma.
"Now, Mr. Cameron, I do hope you won't get in trouble the rest of today, or else I will be forced to give you a detention. That wouldn't be good, would it?"
I glared at him. Not for the sake of what he said, but that it sounded way too much like Tracker. "No," I admitted sullenly.
"Great, now, off to class," he said, turning away.
Drop dead!
Looking away from his back, I noticed a girl staring at me. My glare softened a little as I walked towards her. She was new, that much was obvious by the many books she was carrying. Or about to carry.
She was also good-looking. I couldn't place her though. She didn't wear all black, like a goth. She wasn't dressed like Ellie (thank God. I don't need someone acting like my girlfriend). She didn't dress as a slut, like Manny. Or extremely conservative like Emma. Or like any other girls in Degrassi that I knew the name of.
She stood there, watching me out of the corner of her eyes. I turned to look back at her. She dressed like she wanted to. She was wearing a two-size-too-big, black hoodie type thing, tight black jeans with metal loops in the shape of a V going from her left knee, down, then back up to her right one. Her shoes were also too big, skater shoes. Guy shoes. Her hair was auburn with blue highlights. Her eyes were hazel. I blinked again as I walked out of the office and into the mainstream.
She was hott. I blinked. Bad Sean. I had a girlfriend, and I couldn't let myself forget that.
Walking towards homeroom, I knew I didn't need a book. It was Simpson, after all. He'd recently come back to after his chemo or something.
Slipping into a desk, I glanced around. To my surprise, Mystique was sitting next to me. Yes, I know. Mystique is an X-men. Sue me. It fitted the new girl.
"Hey, I'm Sean Cameron," I heard myself mutter.
Wait. I'd just introduced myself to a complete stranger. That didn't happen.
"Crevan Rader," she said, staring at me.
Ok. Studying me. I was trying to hide my sick mind. Sorry.
"Welcome to Da-Grassy-Hell," I said in a southern accent.
She laughed a little.
"Beware him. He steals laptops."
Glaring right at me, from the other side of Crevan, was Emma. I sighed. Oh perfect.
What a great, weird, day.
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A/N: Heh, I updated this first. Ok sorry. Whole Again is next on my list, I promise. It won't be a good chapter, but it'll be one, so don't bite me.
I need help though…shifty eyes. Yes, the almighty Scimitar Nyx needs help. You guys have to tell me which to update next, and no, you can't say the one I just did. So…good luck!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't have money to buy or rent. 'Nuff said.