When I wake up, my mom walks in and tells me that she got another phone call.
"For a detention. What is happening with you Anya?"
"What? What's the detention for?" I ask, replaying the events of yesterday trying to find something wrong that I did. Surely it couldn't have been about the Holly J, thing. Could it?
"A girl named Bianca DeSousa reported you for attacking a little girl. She said you shoved her into a locker and repeatedly kicked it. Anya Samantha MacPherson, this is not the way your father and I raised you. Why would you—"?
"It wasn't me! It was Bianca! Yeah, I walked over and kicked the locker, but I didn't shove her in! She's framing me because we got into an argument last night." I confessed. "I don't really have time to talk about this, so I'll just go to school." I rushed out of the house.
When I get to Degrassi, I see the picture posted up everywhere, and it was the perfect revenge. Everyone saw what she didn't want them to see. Plus, when we were friends, she gave me her Face Range password, so I put it up on hers. Everywhere I walked I heard slivers of conversation.
Between Connor and the geeks, "That doesn't look like, well, like a girl. That looks more like, you know, what we have."
Between Drew and the jocks, "If you look close enough, you can see her wax!"
From Eli and Clare, "Is she still a virgin? It looks like it."
I can't believe this. My plan totally worked! They think she's a virgin transgender that waxes. This is a huge victory. So why do I feel so empty inside? Holly J. walks through the doors and everyone gets very quiet. She looks around and snatches one of the papers off of the walls. She yells out, "Who did this?" with tears in her eyes. Suddenly, I couldn't feel any worse about what I did. I decide to fess up.
After telling Mr. Simpson that it was I, he decided that was child pornography and told me that after school I have to see him. Now I feel desperate to tell Sav that I still feel for him. When I walk up to his locker, he takes one look at me and looks away. The look he gave me was full of pure hate and disgust. It couldn't have been any nastier. He started to walk away from me.
"Wait!" I yell after him.
"Why would you do that?" he asks bluntly.
"I-I saw you guys laughing together, and I felt…bad." I manage to stutter out.
"Why do you feel anything? It shouldn't matter anymore." His eyes turn cold.
"Well… I don't hate you…" I try to get the message to him without saying it.
"So? I don't hate you either, I guess. But I'm still pissed that you would do that to Holly J." He says, clearly unaware of what I'm trying to tell him.
"You idiot!" I grab him and give him a deep, passionate kiss that reminds me so much of the better days that I start to cry. "I still love you." I say through my tears. He stops and stares at me shocked and don't say anything. He gives me the blankest look possible when his thoughts become clear to me. He doesn't love me anymore.
"Sorry." Is all I can say as I speed off to the bathroom again, mortified. How can he not care? We were supposed to love each other forever. I finally give up.