Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the characters of Degrassi: The next Generation, nor do I profit from using them. I am simply borrowing them to selfishly mold the Degrassi plotlines to my liking.
Rating: PG-13 (for m/m content)
Summary: Marco sees his world begin to unravel when the burden of his secrets becomes to much to bare.
Pairing: Marco/Dylan, mentions of Marco/Hazel, Paige/Spinner and possible others.
Author's Note: This story follows the main plotlines of Degrassi, up until Pride pt2. Marco doesn't tell anyone that he's gay (aside from Ellie), and tries to fabriquate a relationship with Hazel.
Author's Note pt2: Yes, I am aware that there is a major innuendo in the title. Trust me, it wasn't intentional.
A cool breeze gently sifted through his hair, as Marco Del Rossi sat on the steps of Degrassi High School. He absent-mindedly fingured the fraying edge of his back pack. He was tempted to pull at the loose strings, to see something crafted so carelessly be obliviated by a minor flaw. The irony was not lost on him.
As he was about to tug on the offending stitch, Hazel swatted his hand away. "Didn't you hear me?" she hissed, quietly.
"I love you." Louder this time. Heads turned. Paige Michalchuck hid a smile as she walked past them, Spinner trailing behind.
This was the game they were playing? "I love you too," he answered, flashing a forced smile in her direction. She seemed content, and placed a hurried peck on his cheek. She stood and walked away, her head held high. The world was at her feet, or so it seemed.
A smile tugged at his lips as Marco noticed a minuscule piece of dried something clinging to the back of her jeans. Maybe he'd tell her.
He was about to stand when his gaze met a steely glare. He remained rooted to his sit until Ellie had walked past the double glass doors and into the world of bubble-gum and stale gym socks.
A sigh escaped his lips, and he unhurriedly lifted his heavy bag from the concrete ground. He stared at the ciment a moment longer. Somehow, it felt like the bottom had fallen from his stomach, and his heart had dropped. Maybe, if he looked long enough, he'd find it amongst the burnt cigarettes and yellowed weeds that covered the ground.
Probably not.
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