AUTHORS NOTE: Once again, I don't own any Degrassi characters, just Callie and such. And for the millionth time, quicker reviews equals quicker updates, hehe. And the sequel is coming! I cannot WAIT to post it! Haha! And I like this chapter a lot, even though I feel I could've written it better.
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When Callie woke up, she could barely see. She pulled the covers over her head and groaned. She attempted to open her eyes again, and when she did, she saw a ceiling covered with black and white pictures of millions of things and people. She jumped up. She was still in her blue tube top dress, her hair still down and earrings still dangling. But in Craig's room.
Wow, two nights so far you've managed to spend the night here. Must be a personal record. You mine as well start leaving your toothbrush here.
Callie walked over to his mirror and tried to fix her appearance. But it was no use. The gel in her hair was crumpled in knots, her mascara had clumped together and her dress was somewhat disproportioned. She repositioned it and opened his door. The house was a complete mess. Empty bottles and large pieces of food were everywhere, along with broken items, mainly vases and picture frames, spurred on the floor randomly. The house held an unidentifiable odor – the kind of odor made that Spinner 'makes' after downing four cans of spray cheese. She stepped around the broken glass as best she could, and saw Craig sitting at the bottom of the steps, strumming on his guitar. She wanted to pretend nothing happened. She roughly shuffled her way down the stairs while the drummer in her head banged louder and louder on his drum set.
"Hi." He said, looking at her straight in the eye. Callie took a seat next to him. She lowered her head between her knees; her hands perched on her temples.
"What...happened...last night?" She murmured. I don't want to talk to him, he doesn't deserve it. But I can't take anymore yelling right now. My head is pounding.
"Are you sure you really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"Manny got Sean to give you some glasses of some hard liquor. You drank all of them, and than you and Sean were," he hesitated, "having some fun in the laundry room. But I came in, and well, stopped him. You can guess what happened from there. I didn't want to send you home, so I just put you in my bed, and I slept in Joey's."
"I don't know what to say. I'm glad you didn't try to rape me."
Craig hit an off note on his guitar.
"WHAT?"
Callie snapped. She wanted to just tell him what she'd been wanting to say.
"Why did you keep so much from me? You didn't tell me about Manny, Ashley, or anything else. Or the girl from North Park, which makes me concerned as to why I'm really here."
Than a light bulb clicked for Craig. SmileyGurl that was on Callie's computer.
"Smileygurl? Did Smileygurl tell you this?"
"Its not just SmileyGurl. But Emma too, and Paige. My friends are just looking out for me. What was I thinking when I almost...nevermind." She was getting angry now. And it wasn't going to stop.
"I thought I loved you, Craig. I can't love somebody who lies. Or cheats for that matter, with a girl he's gotten KNOCKED UP before. Your just as low as low can get." The whole world stopped in silence for a moment, but the silence was broken just as quickly as it started.
"HOW CAN MANNY DO THIS TO ME?" Craig shouted. Callie winced with fear – he was infuriated. Craig shot up and tugged on his hair so hard she thought he was going to pull it out. He struck the table next to the door with his right fist, causing it to fly across the room in pieces. He screamed and shook his hand, which was now bleeding.
You need to calm down. You're being just like dad.
"Oh my God – Manny?" Callie was confused and shaken.
"Do you really think I would rape someone? HUH?" His temper was elevating.
"Craig, you need to calm down." She said, backing slowly towards the door, reaching for the handle.
"No, Callie," He said, trying to calm down and walking towards her, "We need to talk."
"No, I...I...I need to leave."
She didn't know what else to do but run. Craig was loosing it. She slammed the door behind her, and turned and stood up on it for support, her hands grasping the knob tightly. She felt a single tear run down her cheek. She was used by Sean, and was just another move in Manny's twisted chess game with Craig. She could have gotten raped if Craig wouldn't have stopped Sean. But she didn't want to forgive him. He couldn't always be the hero.
