Fashion Club Crisis: Sandi's Secret Admirer

by Imaj

Part 5

What she saw worried her. In Sandi's bed, Sandi was curled up closely to Sabrina's body, and Sabrina embracing her. They were under the blankets for the most part. Sandi wouldn't have, would she?

"Saaandi!" Quinn whinned loudly. Sandi awoke startled, and practically jumped off the bed. Sabrina sat up looked from one girl to the other, sleepily.

"Quinn!" Sandi gasped for air, the panic of having been caught doing something illegal still caught in her chest.

"What are you DOING?" Quinn waved a hand at Sabrina, "Don't you think sleeping together is a big step? Wait, you didn't… like… do I even want to know? Jeez, Sandi!"

"Shut up, would you?" Sandi glared, still trying to assess the situation.

"You DID, didn't you?" Quinn accused.

"No." Sabrina said flatly, much like Daria would have, "You are just delusional, because you still think that anything between Sandi and I would be wrong. You see what you want to see. Isn't that why you're here? To check up on her?"

"Yeah, Quinn. What she said." Sandi crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a lot more in control.

"Yes, but, I, you," Quinn froze up, she had come here planning to see Sandi alone, and wanting to know whether Sabrina had pulled anything or not. So in a way what she said was true, "That still doesn't explain why…"

"Why what, Quinn?" Sandi glared, "Weren't you the one who dialed the number?"

"But Sandi…"

"No buts about it Quinn. Don't turn this into something that it isn't, or however that saying goes."

"I'm sorry Sandi, I was just a little surprised, that's all" Quinn said innocently.

"I guess that is understandable." Sandi pondered. Would she have been so forgiving if all this had happened to Quinn? Not on her life. Quinn would be the biggest loser of the school, and Sandi would have made sure of it. What was stopping Quinn from using this against her the same way?

"So, since I had my mom drop me off here, do you think I could ride into school with you?" Quinn continued on in that innocent tone. That tone that made Sandi ever more paranoid. Had Quinn already started the rumors?

"That's unexpected, and rude Quinn." Sandi stated, "You didn't even call first."

"I'm sorry Sandi," Quinn whined, "I just, I"

"Wanted to get more black mail on me? Is that it?"

"Hey, you guys, chill out. Everything is gonna be fine" Sabrina tried to stop the heated conversation, nervously. She understood Sandi's point of view. But was Quinn cruel enough to hook them up just to ruin Sandi? Sabrina didn't think so, she was too friendly. Annoying, inconsiderate… but friendly.

"Black Mail?" Quinn sounded hurt, "That's not fair Sandi…"

Sandi squinted her eyes, "Oh, isn't it?"

"I'm gonna take off." Sabrina put her boots on, as they were the only thing she had removed to sleep. She was only going to be more trouble if she stayed. Quinn was frustrated, and hurt, and obviously looking for words to describe how angry she was. Sandi spun to watch Sabrina tie up her laces. She held a cold angry gaze straight at Sabrina. Nothing nice or friendly there. Sabrina smiled genuinely at her, "I love that look, love. Don't ever loose it." then winked.

"You..." Sandi turned that bright red once again, yet looked even angrier than before.

"Hey, she already knows. There's not much you can do about that." Sabrina stood up and shrugged, "If I were you, which I'm not, and I'm sure you're decisions would be far greater than mine, anyway, I wouldn't piss off a friend that could make a far, far, far better enemy." She put a hand on Sandi's shoulder. Sandi moved away quickly, still furious.

"Don't touch me, you, you, Dyke." Sandi glared.

"Ouch." Sabrina smiled, then walked past Quinn, "Hey, Quinn, I'm sorry to put you in this position, but… even if Sandi is angry, even if Sandi kicks me out of the Fashion Club and never talks to me again, you do something to fuck her over, and I'll fuck you up." That was it. It was just a statement of truth, and her tone without any aggression what so ever sent a visible chill through Quinn. Threat made, she left.

"I'm not trying to take your place Sandi!" Quinn argued again after the down stairs door shut, "You're my friend, I was worried about you."

"What?" Sandi sneered.

"That's what friends do! They look out for each other." Quinn sighed, feeling defeated, "You wouldn't do it for me, I don't know why I bother. I'll just… walk."

Sandi held her position, and didn't say anything as Quinn, head down, walked out of her room and down the stairs. As soon as Quinn left she hurried to her vanity table. She looked the same as she always did, she put her make up on, and changed into a clean set of the same outfit.

Quinn had walked slowly even though she was pissed off. She didn't want to work up a sweat or anything. Heaven forbid she ever have a scent of body odor. After only walking one block, Sandi pulled the car up beside her. She kept walking, ignoring Sandi.

"Gee, Quinn, you don't have to be so huffy." Sandi said, letting the car roll slowly beside Quinn, "If you keep that expression all the way to school you'll get wrinkles."

Quinn stopped, "Does this mean you're going to stop accusing me of black mailing you?"

"What ARE you talking about?" Sandi scoffed, "Just get in the car, or we're going to be late."

Quinn walked around and climbed in. Sandi had her calm, 'I'm in control' look.

"Did you?" Quinn said only a block away from the school.

"No." Sandi said simply.

"Did you do anything?" Quinn emphasized the 'anything'.

Sandi was silent.

"Well?"

"Just leave it alone," Sandi sighed, "I don't know"

Quinn stumbled over her words, trying to form a question, but when no actual question came out she shrugged, and looked back out the window. They were pulling into the school, it was going to be another weird day. Would things ever be normal again?

Scene change

Daria exchanged books out of her locker. Jane was leaning against a locker next to hers. When Jane had told Daria about the transformation she had seen in her art class pal, Daria had just shrugged. It didn't seem like that big of a deal. It had seemed a little more disturbing a few minutes ago when she saw the girl actually walk across the campus. She had an air very similar to Quinn now. To think, brain gone shallow. This show never went that way.

"Daria?" A familiar voice asked from behind her. She turned to see Quinn wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"You know, people are going to know you're on drugs for sure if you wear sunglasses indoors." Daria teased.

"Drugs? What? I'm just wearing these so people don't notice me talking to you. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

"Is this going to become a daily thing?" Jane budded in, "Cause, if you keep asking Daria's advice people are bound to notice you two are siblings."

"No, this is the last time, really." Quinn laughed nervously, "If you had a friend, and this friend started doing something that was really not a good thing, but you kind of were a part of getting the friend into this bad thing, so when you try to help get them out, they just get all upset, what would you do?"

"You told Sandi about Sabrina?" Daria asked.

"-Then Sandi and Sabrina got together?" Jane continued.

"-And now you think it's a bad idea?" Daria finished. They eyed each other, both with obvious smirks. Quinn was like glass.

"Yeah, something like that, but you shouldn't talk about it. If someone hears you…" Quinn whimpered.

"Look, why do you want to help Sandi anyway? Aren't you always saying she's said this horrible thing, or did this awful act?" Daria asked. She tried to ignore Quinn, but her complaints hadn't passed by Daria.

"Yeah, but…" Quinn looked helpless.

"Wait, why is this a 'bad thing' to begin with? If Sandi is consenting to it, what's the problem?" Jane couldn't help but stand up for the couple. She may not be gay herself, but she had seriously thought about it once.

"What if someone finds out? I mean, I know, and you two know. It'll get out. I bet then you'll really see why it's such a bad thing." Quinn explained.

"True enough." Jane shrugged.

"You wanted to know what I'd do, right?" Daria waited for Quinn's subtle nod, "Okay, then here's what I would do if my friend were in the same situation. I'd support her, because it's really her decision."

"But nobody would care if Jane was gay." Quinn whined.

"Maybe not, maybe they would. If they did, I'd still stand by her all the same. People would probably call me gay too, but I'm not. They'd get tired of the rumor eventually, they always do."

Quinn stared at Daria a moment. Under her glasses her eyes were wide in fright. If people found out about Sandi, if she didn't turn her back on her, she'd be gay too. She turned and walked away swiftly.

"Thanks Daria." Jane smirked.

"You're not gay are you?" Daria raised an eyebrow.

"No, but it's nice to know I'd have someone to be gay with." She answered very sarcastically.

"Don't push your luck."

Scene Change

"Hey Sandi!" Stacey caught up with her in the hall. Sandi had seemed unusually nervous today. She never seemed nervous, at least never that Stacey had noticed before. Stacey knew nervous well though, she was often nervous.

"Stacey." Sandi responded.

"Are you okay? Is the new girl bothering you? I mean she is kind of different. I thought it was because she was older, but maybe it's-"

"I'm fine. The new girl isn't the problem." Sandi cut her off.

"But, there is a problem? It isn't me is it? I'm not a Fashion disaster am I? Should I have worn a different skirt?"

"No Stacey, it isn't you. There is no problem. I have a class to get to, if you would excuse me."

"I know, I'm in it. I sit next to you, and Quinn sits behind you. Or, was that a way of telling me you don't want to talk to me? Is is me isn't it?"

Sandi listened to Stacey's insecure rambling all the way into the class. Quinn was already in her seat, looking miserable too. Stacey hadn't seen Quinn until now. Compared to Sandi, Quinn looked even more distressed.

"What happened?" Stacey asked, taking her seat.

"Hmmm?" Quinn looked up, "Oh, happened? Why would you think something happened?"

"I don't know, it just seems like something happened." Stacey pondered whether she was being paranoid or actually had good reason to think something happened. Pondering hurt.

"I'd suggest you stop trying to pry Stacey, or you may find yourself a nobody wishing you were actually popular enough to be in the Fashion Club." Sandi threatened. Quinn kicked the back of her chair. Sandi scowled at Quinn over her shoulder then looked to the front of the class. As expected, that shut Stacey up.

Scene Change

"You know you have just doomed a popular girl to damnation in high school society. I give you my props." Jane told Sabrina during their one shared class.

"Unfortunately, yeah, I probably have." She didn't look at Jane, if anyone had been paying attention they might not have even noticed that Sabrina was talking to Jane. The first rule of Fashion club is that you don't interact with unpopular people. The second rule of Fashion club is the same.

"And… you're okay with this?"

"No, not really. Though, when this falls apart I doubt that school is going to be her biggest problem."

"Oh?"

"That psycho of a mother she has will probably try to 'fix' her."

"I hope you don't mean like 'fixing' the family dog, fix." Jane laughed. Spaying Sandi to keep her hormonal levels on the down low. The idea was very amusing to Jane.

"heh." Sabrina didn't find it do amusing.

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

There was no answer. Silence resumed between the two artists.

Scene Change

Sandi had excused herself from the lunch table, saying she had to visit the ladies room. As soon as she was out of sight, the questions resumed.

"So, what's up with you two?" Stacey finally continued on the topic of the early day. She knew Quinn wouldn't threaten her, Quinn wasn't like that.

"Yeah, there's definitely something going on." Tiffany agreed.

"Guys there is nothing going on." Quinn lied.

"Then like, why the dark mood?" Tiffany took over where Stacey would have just repeated the original question.

"Okay, look. Sandi and I had a little itsy bitsy argument this morning. I asked this theoretical question, and she took it way too seriously. You know how she is…" Quinn couldn't believe she was defending Sandi like this. Part of her just wanted to tell them, they'd find out eventually, anyway.

"What question?" Stacey asked, cheerily.

"I was like, what would happen if someone in the Fashion Club did something like, I dunno, becoming a lesbian. A fashionable lesbian, but still. You know, wouldn't that be weird, how would we deal with it?"

"And what'd she say?"

"She thought I was talking about me. But I wasn't, everyone knows how much I love guys." If Quinn was going to have to defend herself, this was as good as time as any. So far she felt she was doing pretty good at this.

"Of course not you Quinn." Stacey nodded.

"But who?" Tiffany asked all confused like.

"You don't think I'm gay do you?" Stacey panicked, "Is that why Sandi is so upset? Does she think I'm a lesbian?"

"No, no, no." Quinn laughed, "I told you guys, it was theoretical. No one is really gay. At least, I don't think so."

"That would be weird." Tiffany agreed.

"I don't think it would be all that different." Stacey said thoughtfully, "I think if anyone of us, not me though, were you know, they would still be the same. Except for maybe Quinn. I don't think you could find that many girls to date."

Quinn was actually stunned by this answer. So, Stacey was like Daria had said. A friend though thick and thin, or at least she said she is.

"Why are we talking about gay people? Or gay people and the Fashion Club?" Sandi asked disdainfully from behind Quinn and Stacey.

"Quinn told us, it's okay." Stacey said, "It's no big deal, right Tiffany?"

"I don't know." Tiffany said, and reiterated her point, "That would be weird."

Sandi's look was unreadable. Quinn tried to think fast.

"We were just talking about how if anyone of us were to suddenly have a change in lifestyle, how we would still be the same Fashionable, popular girls. Nothing could change that." Quinn tried to explain what the other girls knew. Of course Sandi would think she told them that Sandi was gay. If Sandi said the wrong thing now, they would know.

"I don't know about that, Quinn." Sandi sat back down, "Where is the new girl?"

"She may not have our lunch" Stacey shrugged, then her eyes brightened, "Do you think the new girl is gay?"

"Stacey please!" Sandi scolded, "I'm trying to eat!"

"I'm sorry." Stacey apologized.

"She might be." Quinn said.

"Quinn!" Sandi almost screamed.

"What?" Quinn made her cool, knowing she's being clever look, "If she was for some reason gay would you say she's not good enough to be in the Fashion club? I kind of liked her, she was fun."

"I don't know." Sandi glared, "I guess we would have to vote on it."

"I have a gay cousin." Stacey said randomly, "She's pretty cool, I hang out with her at family reunions. She has a whole bunch of rare fashion magazines, she's actually going to be a designer when she gets out of college."

"That is so gross." Tiffany frowned.

"What's gross?" Sabrina asked, finally showing to their lunch gathering.

"Hey, didn't see you coming…" Quinn laughed, "Just keeps getting more and more awkward doesn't it?"

"Awkward, why?" Sabrina sat down next to Stacey, opposite Tiffany. There was an exchange of glances. No one was going to tell her what they were talking about. "Is that a Fashion club thing too, silence up when the new girl shows? You were talking about me… weren't you?"

"They were talking about gay people." Sandi said coldly, "Quinn is overly interested in the topic, Stacey is supportive of a gay designer cousin or something, and Tiffany thinks it's gross."

"Oh. So what do you think?" Sabrina didn't look shocked, or stunned, or any number of emotions Quinn, and Sandi both expected out of her.

"I think it's wrong." Sandi said harshly, "But, I guess normal people can end up in all the wrong places without meaning to. I mean, there are worse things in the world. Like plaid pants with a striped shirt."

"Hmm." Sabrina nodded.

"What about you?" Stacey asked. She had to hold back the , 'so are you gay?' part.

She looked at Sandi, looking for an answer as to what to say. Sandi looked away, only Quinn noticed the interaction.

"I don't think it matters very much. If someone were to fall in love with a guy they fall in love with a guy. If someone falls in love with a girl they fall in love with a girl. There isn't much you can do besides deny your feelings in disgust. So really, a gay person is just as bad as a straight person. As long as you hold yourself to some kind of label, you are denying the truth." She realized she was preaching to a bunch of simple-minded popular girls and finished with, "I guess I'm saying I don't believe in gay people, they don't exist."

"Too weird." Tiffany spoke up. Sandi was trying to hold back tears. She wouldn't cry at school, she couldn't. But, what Sabrina said hit her hard. Denial, was that not what she was doing? She was attracted to this girl, but it was wrong. Wrong because she was straight, an important title to her.

"Okay, so, you aren't gay then?" Stacey was confused.

"You guys think I'm gay?" Sabrina took a shocked girly expression on. Quinn could have smacked her, mocking them like that. Of course neither Stacey, nor Tiffany knew she was mocking, and Sandi wasn't even looking.

"No." Stacey said, "Just checking, I mean, it's not a big deal if you were, but I thought maybe it was the reason Quinn was worrying about it." Sandi stood up and walked away again.

"Sandi?" Quinn called after her. Sandi made a hand motion to tell them to leave her alone.

"I don't think Sandi is comfortable with the whole idea." Stacey said sadly, "Maybe she had a bad experience or something. Maybe we shouldn't talk about this kind of stuff around her."

"Or, like at all." Tiffany agreed. This topic was not her thing. Diets were her thing.

"I'll go talk to her." Sabrina stood up, "Maybe you could explain to Tiffany why being gay isn't really all that gross, eh Stacey? I'm sure your cousin isn't gross at all."

"Yeah sure!" Stacey grinned proudly, "I'll tell you all about her, guys."

Sabrina found Sandi in the girls bathroom, fixing her eyeliner. She stepped up next to her, and began messing with her own hair.

"How can you be so comfortable with yourself?" Sandi said at last, "What you said back there, don't you worry about what people will think of you?"

"I worry about what you'll think of me." She reassured, "As do the rest of those girls out there. You are their leader, and the top dog at this school. and… so beautiful…" She trailed off, blushing a little.

"I think you are making me go crazy." Sandi put her make up away and took Sabrina's hand, pretending to check out her fingernail polish.

"I don't want you to go crazy, so keep headstrong lo-, Sandi, and keep your head up too. Remember, you are the Queen around here. None of these unpopular fools can change that. Even if you do something unexpected, you'll still be in control."

"Why aren't you a guy?" Sandi dropped her hand, "I mean, if you were, everything would be so perfect. People wouldn't judge us, and Quinn wouldn't even be able to challenge me with you at my side."

"Don't think so?" Sabrina smirked, "I think I could find a way to be judged even if I were a guy."

"Oh shut up you." Sandi threw her arms around Sabrina and kissed her. She didn't really care if she was at school, no one was in the bathroom. This denial feeling was going to hurt her more than actually taking the consequences would. At least, she hoped that was true.

A couple students walked in and the two girls jumped away from each other. Luckily the intruders were none other than Daria and Jane.

"Quinn wasn't exaggerating for once." Jane noted aloud.

Daria said, "This is a bathroom, that can't be sanitary."

"Uck," Sandi groaned, "You two losers mind your own business, come on Sabrina."

"Don't mind her, you didn't see anything." Sabrina let herself be led out while trying to do a Jedi mind trick on the two brains.

"Hey Sandi!" A young girl, probably in the same grade as Sandi yelled out. Sandi stopped to look, and instantly released Sabrina's hand. It was just some loser girl. The girl approached her, and she had a boy about the same age with her.

"Who are you, and why are you talking to me?" Sandi responded snidely.

"I'm just a nobody, loser. I see your band of friends aren't with you. I think maybe I'll teach you a fucking lesson."

"You're wastering my time…" Sandi had started and the girl punched her right in the jaw. The boy then backed the girl up and threw a second punch to Sandi's gut. It was instantaneous, Sabrina went into her training as a kick boxer, (that was what she had meant as being a jock) and attacked the two kids. She punched the girl once, then kicked her down to the ground in one fluid motion, finishing the kick by swinging her other leg around to smack the young boy across his face. Blood gushed from his nose as he flew into a locker, making a loud metallic crashing noise. There were more than enough witness' to the situation, and with the added thunk, a crowd was already gathering. A few of the faces were familiar like the rest of the Fashion club, Kevin, Brittany, Mrs. Li. Oh no. Sabrina knelt down and put her hands behind her head, waiting for what she assumed would be an arrest. It wouldn't have been the first time.

Sandi tugged at her arm, "Come on, let's get out of here!"

"And go where?" Sabrina sounded distant, and refused to budge

"You're going to get suspended." Sandi argued.

"Or expelled." She pointed out, "More likely to get in deeper if I run. Go. Have Quinn take you to the nurse's office. Make sure you're okay, I'll be fine."

Sandi didn't want to go, but Quinn and Stacey got hold of her, and lead her away and to the nurses office. Tiffany followed, watching out for any more attackers. That was the last time Sandi saw Sabrina for many days to come.

Sandi had a swollen cheek, it was embarrassing as anything could be, but it wasn't a serious injury. Her teeth had cut the inside of her cheek, and now it was swollen and poofy. The nurse wrote her a note, gave her two ibeprophren and a bag of ice. Then she and the others' were sent on their way back out to lunch.

"What happened back there?" Tiffany asked, she had only turned quick enough to see Sabrina kick the boy into a locker. Stacey had been the one to point out the situation.

"Some girl just attacked me." Sandi said slowly, so not to bite her swollen cheek.

"And Sabrina showed them, wow." Stacey laughed, "Did you see how quick those two went down! I hope she'll teach me how to do that!"

"Maybe she could teach us all, we could make it like a Fashion Club sponsored thing." Quinn agreed. Quinn had seen as much as Stacey, since they both were facing that direction. 'fuck with her, I'll fuck you up' She had said. Now Quinn knew why it had scared her, she had the means to do it.

"I can't go to class like this." Sandi said touching the outside of her swollen cheek.

"Let's all just ditch class then. It won't be the first time, or the last." Quinn announced.

A/N

I think I'm getting closer to where the story degrades horribly. If you have any suggestions on where I should take this/how to end it let me know. If I don't get any suggestions... I'll just post up through what I have... but it's gets Degrassi bad, fair warning. If you don't want to review but have a suggestion you can e-mail me at let herself into Sandi's house once more. This time she vaguely wondered if Sandi ever locked the door, and if not, why they were never robbed. She knocked on Sandi's door, the door was ajar so when she knocked it had opened a bit more. If the door was open, there's nothing wrong with going in, right?