Hey, don't you wish that you could just read a fanfic without having to read these annoying author's notes at the beginning and end of each chapter? Hahahahaha…..WELL TOO FREAKING BAD! :D Lol! JK…and here we go!

Jillian's POV

We cruised into the school parking lot in Eli's famous death-mobile. I looked around and saw a lot of people wearing khaki pants and polo shirts. I chuckled, "What is it? Dress like a dork day?"

"I don't know." Eli shrugged, pulling into his usual parking space, "It must be a new dress code or something."

"You've got to be kidding me." I said, disgustedly checking out the new outfits that everyone was wearing. Everyone was wearing khaki pants and most of the girls were wearing khaki skirts, no shorter than knee length. Everybody was either wearing a purple, red, blue, or yellow polo shirt with a Degrassi logo on it. Some people were wearing blue Degrassi jackets over their uniforms; probably trying to do the best they can to hide its hideousness. I could not believe this. There was absolutely no way I was going to be seen in anything even CLOSE to that.

"Ok," Eli said stepping out of the hearse, "we have English class right now." He offered me his arm as I got out of the car, "May I escort my sister to class?" He said jokingly. I smirked, taking his arm as we walked towards the steps of Degrassi. We saw lines of people standing on the steps.

I raised an eyebrow, "Hey, what's the hold up?" Eli craned his neck to look over the crowd to see what was could be going on. Suddenly, his face scrunched up in disgust, "No. Freaking. Way."

"What?" I asked, looking over at the door. Suddenly, I saw what Eli saw. Standing at the front of the door was a man in a uniform, who was checking everybody's bags. "Oh my god…" I said, feeling my jaw drop. "They make us go through security now?" I couldn't believe my eyes. Our school was turning into a police state.

Eli rolled his eyes, "Well, I guess we better get through this shit before we're late for class." Eli and I waited in line to be checked. When we finally got to the door, the security guard gave us both suspicious looks. I could never understand what it was, maybe the way Eli and I dressed, but adults have always treated us like we were bad kids.

"Step forward, son." He said, grabbing a hold of Eli's arm. Eli slid his black backpack off of his shoulder and handed it to the security guard. The man zipped his bag open and rifled through every single pouch. "He's clean." He told the second guard, who was standing next to him. "Move along now, son."

"Hey, Jill, I'm gonna go ahead to class." Eli said, taking his bag and walking to English.

"Ahem…..miss?" I looked up at the security guard who had his arms crossed, "Your bag, please?" I handed him my pink tote bag and watched him dig through it.

The second security guard gave me a quaint look. "Um, excuse me, what's your name?"

"Uh, Jillian."

"Jillian…Goldsworthy?"

I nodded.

The two security guards looked at each other. "That's the girl." One whispered to the other. Then he looked at me. "Yeah, miss, we're gonna need you to step off to the side here."

"Why?" I asked.

"We need you to take a breathalyzer test."

"Why me?" I questioned, getting a little pissed that he didn't ask anyone else to take a test.

The man ignored my question and reached for his belt, "I'm gonna need you to blow on this….."

I furrowed my eyebrows at his strange command. "Really?" But, he was a security guard, so I guess I had to do what he said. "Well….I guess….." I said, slowly kneeling down on the ground.

The man looked at me confused as I tried to undo his zipper, "W-Whoah! What are you doing!"

Eli's POV

Jillian walked into Ms. Dawes class and sat on top of a desk next to me. She told me about what happened when she went through the security and I began to laugh hysterically, "You tried to do WHAT to a security guard?"

"I was just following orders." she shrugged, "He had a uniform and everything."

"Jillian, that's ridiculous! Why would he ask you to do something like that!" I asked, still not being able to stop laughing. Then I thought, cops these days…I was surprised he didn't just take it…..especially from a girl like Jillian.

Suddenly, Ms. Dawes came into the room. She gave me a stern look, "Mr. Goldsworthy, the new dress code is not mortician…." She then looked over at Jillian and her eyes got wider, "OR provocative club attire! That's detention for both of you. You know the rules."

"Actually, no we don't." I told her, as she walked to her desk, "Jillian and I skipped last week, remember?"

Ms. Dawes turned around and raised an eyebrow to us.

"Suspension." Jillian explained.

She thought for a second, "Well, that's a fair defense. But this is your onlywarning."

I smirked as I watched her turn away. Then, I got up and quickly hopped over about 10 desks and landed on top of a desk right next to Clare, "Dodged a bullet there." I told her.

She looked up at me, "I thought you only dodge knives."

"Really?" I said, wondering when she would ever get over this Vegas Night incident, "Three weeks and I'm still in the dog house. I only messed with Fitz to defend your honor and if I'd know that pcycho was gonna pull a knife-"

"8…9….10." Clare counted, looking down at her watch. She then looked back up at me and gave me a cute smile, "Now you're forgiven."

I looked down then peeked up at her with a shy smile, "Thank you." Then I pulled out two tickets that I had been saving for a while, "I'll make it up tonight, on our first official date."

Clare smiled excitedly, "You got Chuck Palahniuk tickets?"

I chuckled, satisfied with her excitement, "He's reading an unpublished fight club excerpt tonight."

"Oh my….goodness!" Clare exclaimed. I smirked at how she wouldn't dare say 'Oh my god'. "H-How did you get these?"

"I have lots of these lying around." I shrugged, "Sometimes I'll try to drag Jillian along to one of these things, but…let's just say it's not really her thing…

*Flashback*

"'I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you.'" Chuck Palahniuk read, "'When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to-'"

"H-Hey!" Jillian bellowed, drunkly, "is that dumb jerk done talking yet…..I-I'm bored!" She then threw her beer bottle at the stage where Chuck was sitting.

"Jillian, please….!" I whispered

"Security!" Chuck called, "Please remove this young lady!" Two burly men in uniforms came over and grabbed a hold of Jillian.

"Oooooh!" Jillian mocked, defiantly, "I-I'm sorry! I thought I was allowed to speak my mind. I thought this was Canada! I-I thought this was a free country! Isn't this a free country? I-I'm sorry….I-I thought this was a free country! I-I didn't know….I didn't know I was in some communist country! I-I tho…..I thought this was Canada!"

*End Flashback*

"Ah…..I see…." Clare suddenly looked down in disappointment and sighed, "Wait…I've got the theater awards tonight, and both my parents are coming."

"Ah," I said with the same disappointed tone, "they're not fighting anymore?"

"Ohhhhh," Clare nodded, "they're still fighting but fighting just might be the new normal."

I felt so bad for Clare. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like if my parents fought like that all the time. Jillian is already unstable enough…not to mention all of my problems. I really needed to spend time with Clare. It had been three weeks since I've even seen her!

"But, the talk doesn't start till eight," I said, trying to convince her to come with me, "so do you think parental mediation will be done by then?" I could see it took her a second to think, but with another charming smile, she took one of the two tickets that were in my hand.

I smirked to myself, Elijah Goldsworthy, you've done it again.

Jillian's POV

After English class was over, I walked out of the room with an unusually smiley Eli. "So," I smirked, "I see you and Clare patched things up." Eli shyly smiled and looked down. "Will you guys actually be listening to Chuck Boring-nick, or will you be making out through the entire thing?"

With that, I finally managed to get a giggle out of Eli, which was immediately followed by an embarrassed clearing of his throat. "Well, I'm just glad that Clare and I finally smoothed things out. Now we can have a normal relationship."

I rolled my eyes, "With you, Eli, nothing ever turns out normal." Another chuckle escaped from his throat, before we both heard the bell ring.

"Well, I gotta get to pre-calc." Eli started down the hall, "I'll see you later."

I began to walk to my next class, when I ran into Mr. Simpson. "Jillian! I was looking for you." He told me. "Listen I need to talk to you." He pulled me aside, out of the crazy hallway traffic.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"Well…I'm just gonna start out by talking about the Vegas Night dance. You see, there were a lot of people who…acted out that night. A lot of them were girls. Girls who were involved in sexual conduct. You know what I mean…."

Sexual what? What the hell is conduct? I thought. Damn, I hate when teachers use these…teacher-words!

Almost as if he read my mind, he explained, "They were doing things."

"Ohhh!" I said, coming to realization.

"Yeah, so anyway, we now have this self-esteem seminar for these girls…..and I'm going to have you attend it as well."

I looked at him shocked, "Why me? What did I do?"

"Hmmm…let's see…" he said sarcastically, looking at me like I was stupid, "you showed up in inappropriate attire, you were drinking, and you were sexually involved with your date.

"Ok, one: I barely did anything with John! We just made out. Three: Yes…..I drink. Ok? I drink…I've been drinking since I was twelve. That's who I am and everyone knows it! And seventeen: about my 'attire'….." I thought for a brief moment then looked up at Mr. S, "what's attire?" Mr. Simpson just stood there for a few moments and gave me that 'are you really that stupid' look again, but I couldn't understand why.

"Well….." he began, shaking his head, "I also know about you fighting with Fitz."

"Fitz is a freaking jerk-off!" I defended.

"Listen Jillian," Mr. Simpson said, "this is not a punishment. We're trying to help you, and you're not alone! There are many girls who are taking this seminar." I rolled my eyes. I didn't need any help, I didn't do anything wrong, and what the hell is a 'seminar'? All I knew was that whatever fancy, smarticle words Mr. Simpson used to describe this, I knew the truth: this was just another one of those slut classes.

Bianca's POV

It had been seven days since Mr. Simpson threw me into this skank class. Between having to be here with boiler room Bhandari and having to listen to Rachel's philosophies on how to 'fix ourselves', I didn't see how this class could get any worse. Then it did….

"Heyyy," said a valley girl voice, "is this, like, that senemar thing I need to go to?"

"Seminar." Rachel corrected her, "and yes, you're right on time. I'm guessing you're Miss Jillian Goldsworthy." Jillian nodded with a sour puss look on her face. I could tell she wasn't happy to be here either.

"Well, don't be shy!" Rachel beamed cheerily, despite Jillian's vibe, "Take a seat!" Jillian's eyes scanned the room, until they fell upon the only empty seat in the room…the one next to mine. She rolled her eyes as she sauntered over and sat down. She threw her bag down on the floor and slung her feet up onto the desk.

"So," Rachel began, "we all know that good self-esteem leads to a happy and successful life, right? Well, studies show that a lot of girls are at crisis levels, and…." Jillian's hand shot up in the air. "Oh, yes Jillian?"

"What's 'self-esteem'?" She asked.

Oh my freaking god…you've got to be kidding me.

"Well, self-esteem is just your self-confidence," she explained, "you know like how much respect you have for yourself. Unfortunately, a lot of girls your age have very low self-esteem. They try and turn boys and sex into a competition and rumors can take over those girls' lives. What we're here for is to rise above those rumors."

"Rachel," I said, "that's great, but you gave us this same stupid speech last week."

"Well, we just need to let Jillian know why she's here."

I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, "Oh I'm sure everybody knows why Jillian is here." Jillian looked at me, as if she heard me, but didn't say anything. She just glared at me.

She looked over at Jillian, "Since it's your first day here, Jillian, tell us…when you have ever felt the most insecure."

What could Jillian possibly have to be insecure about? I thought, She's the twin sister of the hottest emo guy in school. Her looks are so freaking perfect, it looks like someone pulled her right out of an anime book…with her huge eyes and her annoyingly perfect long hair, and the way her teeth are so perfect her smile looks like it was painted on like it would be on a Barbie doll. It made me so angry how all of the guys fawned over her. But it really shouldn't bother me, right? Guys think I'm hott too, RIGHT? It's not like they are any more impressed by her than they are by me!

Jillian looked down with half-lidded eyes, her feet still propped up on the desk. She folded her hands in her lap, "Well there was this one time…"

This should be good…

"A couple of years ago…I was anomerexic, and I would make myself throw up all the time because I wanted to be thin. I already was thin, too thin, but I looked in the mirror and thought I looked fat, because that's what happens when you're anomerexic." I rolled my eyes and snorted, while everyone else gazed at her, somehow fascinated by her dumb story. Her large indigo eyes widened and she looked dramatically off into space with pouty lips, "But I had a lot of support from my family and friends, especially my brother Eli, and they all showed me that I'm really not fat! It was just all in my head, like, ya know." An 'aw' buzzed over the classroom as Jillian concluded her story. It even received a little applause.

I looked over at Bhandari, who was crying her eyes out and looking sympathetically at Jillian, "That's such an empowering story…." Alli beamed through her tears, "….you really are beautiful."

"Anorexia and bulimia are just about the scariest things that many teenage girls face nowadays. Jillian's self-confidence was rebuilt by the help of her friends and family. When you're in a time of self-esteem crisis, especially if it's as serious as what Jillian went through, you need to reach out to people for help because no girl can handle something as serious as anorexia by herself." Rachel concluded, "Jillian, you are a very strong girl."

As Rachel continued her lecture, Jillian turned to me with a smirk on her face which so scarily looked exactly like Eli's signature smirk. "I heard about Bianca's boiler-room service." She muttered, "And you think I belong in here." Before I could say anything, the bell rang.

"Oh, time's up!" Rachel said, "We meet in here again tomorrow."

As I left the classroom, I overheard Owen talking with his buddies by the lockers. "So, guys," I heard Owen say, "I hear that the two trouble makers are back from suspension."

"Ah, Jillian….." beamed one of the other guys, "I don't know much about what happened, but I don't care. She's just so hott!"

"I know, right?" Owen nodded in agreement, "She could burn down the entire school and I would still love her!"

"She's even hotter than Bianca!" A different guy mentioned.

"Oh, definitely hotter than Bianca!"

"You know what would be sick? If Jillian and Bianca got into a chick fight!"

"Holy crap! That would be sweet! Who do you think would win? Bianca or Jillian?"

Owen rolled his eyes, "Oh, Jillian, of course!"

"Are you kidding me?" said the other guy, "Jillian would ruin Bianca! Did you see how she handled Fitz? Bianca wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Yeah," Owen snorted, "Jillian could rip Bianca a new ass…...and she's half her size!"

"With boobs double the size of Bee's, might I add."

Owen laughed, "Dude, you're so random!"

With that all the guys began to cackle like idiots. Needless to say, this wasMORE than enough to get my blood boiling. Does everyone really think that little bitch could take ME down? I don't know what happened with Fitz, but I know that I could totally own that squirt. I'll show them…I'll show them all! I'll take down that ho right in front of her emo pretty-boy brother.

And by the way, my boobs are just as impressive as Jillian's! *pout*

Heyy guys! Sorry that took so long to post! So I hope you enjoyed it and PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! If no one reviews, I won't think anybody is reading! :O