A/N:This is meant as a short introductory chapter. I felt the need to begin this story, earlier than I intended,and I'm not sure why. All I know is, this concept seems pretty new to me, something I haven't yet found in a Palex story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, or the lyrics used in this story. Those are owned by Mr. Marilyn Manson.

"DEFORMOGRAPHY"

\I'LL PRETEND THAT I WANT YOU
FOR WHAT IS ON THE INSIDE
BUT WHEN I GET INSIDE,
I'LL JUST WANT TO GET OUT/

Alex had been having a pathetic day as usual when the blonde walked in and sat at the counter, asking for a shot of whiskey. Somehow the raven haired beauty knew right away that this girl was something special. She just wasn't sure exactly why. The girl flashed her ID, she was in fact 21, and Alex sat the full shot glass in front of her. She began to walk away when the girl started talking to her, her eyes lost and rimmed with bitter tears. It was obvious she had been crying for awhile. Her face was red and puffy, and she kept sniffling.

"I don't understand men, not at all. My boyfriend Jason is cheating on me. I know he is, I saw them together. Him and that...tramp. It just makes me sick. I wonder what I did to deserve this." The girl spat angrily, swallowing the alcohol in a flurry of annoyance and desperation.

"He's obviously not too smart." Alex replied carefully, leaning forward onto her elbows, gazing at the girl lustfully. She was beautiful, in a tragic sort of way. Alex could tell the girl had been having a rough time lately. She could see it in her eyes. Those eyes told a story, a story of sadness. Alex wanted to scoop the girl into her arms and rescue her. "What's your name?" She continued, interested to know.

"Paige. Could I get a beer now?" The girl known as Paige asked impatiently, tapping her once perfectly manicured fingernails on the counter.

"Sure thing. It's on the house." Alex winked, handing the blonde a mug of beer and walking out to the vacant tables, getting ready to clean them. There wasn't anyone else in the bar right now, and she didn't mind at all. Halfway through wiping tables, Paige called out to her, asking for another mug of beer. "How about I just give you a pitcher? You seem like a real heavy drinker," Alex took a pitcher, sitting down beside of Paige and smirking. "I admire that in a girl. It's really hot, actually."

Paige poured the pitcher, taking a few gulps of alcohol and turning to face Alex. "You know what else is really hot?" Before Alex could answer, Paige took her by the collar of her shirt, kissing her forcefully. The blonde's hands began to snake their way up the bartender's top when she pushed her away, surprised.

"Wait a second." Alex said out of breath, heart pounding so loud the other girl could hear.

"What? You're hot, I'm hot, and you obviously want me. So what's the problem?" Paige got up out of her seat, obviously offended. She pushed over the pitcher, making her way to the door, managing to push a couple of chairs over on her way out.

If only she had known that things were about to get even more interesting.

\I'M YOUR FIRST AND LAST DEPOSIT
THROUGH SICKNESS AND IN HELL
I'LL NEVER PROMISE YOU A GARDEN
YOU'LL JUST WATER ME DOWN
I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE FOR REAL
BUT I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS YOU'RE MINE/