AUTHORS NOTE: Hey everyone, where are the reviews? C'mon now! Anyways, in this chapter, one of our main characters go through some awkward changes. Enjoy : D Please review…I don't own Degrassi, Jake Epstein and is hotness blablabla…

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"Do you guys know Evie?" Craig asked, unbuckling his guitar strap.

"Evie…" Spinner replied, tapping on his drums lightly.

"Campfield."

"Evie Campfield? You're hanging out with Evie Campfield? Dude, you are so my best friend again."

"You've heard of her?"

Craig looked over at Jimmy, who was being strangely silent.

"Who hasn't?" Marco said, unplugging the speaker.

"So, Evie?" Craig asked, standing in front of Spinners drums.

"Evie Campfield. Ooh, Evie Campfield," Spinner said, practically drooling. "She's from North Park. Hot, like a tamale that Evie."

"Why do you always talk about other girls when you have Paige?" Jimmy asked, zipping up his triple five soul hoodie.

"Jimmy, drop it," Craig said. "What's so bad about her?"

"She has trouble tattooed all over herself. Actually, maybe I wouldn't call it trouble," Spinner explained. "Okay, maybe I would. But she makes trouble…sexy."

"Spinner, you think the spray cheese mermaid is sexy."

"Marco!"

Craig thought for a moment, staring in dismay at Spinner.

How can I be the only person not to know this girl?

"Because Caitlin introduced me and," he said, sighing. "Callie to her the other day at her and Joey's engagement party."

"Dude, what's with the," Spinner said, taking a large, sarcastic deep breath, and staring at the ground. "Callie?"

"We broke up, okay?" he fired back.

"What?" Spinner, Jimmy and Marco said, all in an estranged unison.

"You and Callie? You and Callie as in Lucy and Ricky?" Jimmy said.

" Like, you and our ballerina pretty princess Callie?" Marco said, trying to believe he was talking about a different Callie, though they all knew he wasn't.

"God you make it sound like she was my property." He said, dumbfounded.

"Craig, she's…err…she was…more than yours. You two were made for each other, sickly perfect," Marco said.

"Well, things weren't so perfect, okay?" Craig said, cutting him off rudely.

"Craig, you didn't…with anyone, did you?" Jimmy asked, somewhat uncomfortably.

Craig looked down at his guitar, biting his lip.

"Why does everyone think that's always the reason?" He shouted, running up in front of Jimmy.

"I just thought," Jimmy said, nervously, putting his hands slightly behind him in the air.

"HUH? You just thought WHAT?" Craig said, until he slammed his guitar to the ground and ran out of the garage, storming by Marco and tugging on his hair.

"Whoa, did that just happen?" Spinner said, with his mouth open.

Geez.

Emma held the hair dryer in front of her face, singing.

"I love the way you one two step, I like the way you one two step,"

She put the hairdryer down, laughing, and wrapped a towel around her wet body. She opened the door of the bathroom, and quickly checked both ends of the hallway.

Whew.

"Snake, it was pretty scary, Craig-" Emma stopped herself, swinging her soaking wet hair around the hallway. She stopped breathing, and intently smashed her ear against the wall, listening intently to whoever was talking to Snake at the bottom of the stair.

"Joey, whatever happened, I'm sure it's alright now."

"I mean, I guess it is, now. I got so mad at him, I was screaming and everything. I took him to Marco's, because he was so flipped out that I didn't want him under my roof with her."

What the heck happened?

"It was such a mistake, letting her live with us! And now with the wedding, this is such a mess! But I guess it all worked out, she wouldn't go within five feet of him this morning."

"Joey, there young, anything could happen. Why did you let her live with you in the first place? Its not your right to interfere with that girls life," Snake said, quietly.

"Its just until she comes to her senses. Craig says he highly doubts her family notices she's gone anyway."

"Yeah but Callie Taylor, not the most stable girl."

"But is Craig? I mean…whatever, let's not talk about this anymore. So, can I borrow your…"

Yes, Emma smiled, as she started to dance in the hallway.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES! Wahoo!" She danced, shaking her butt. Craig Manning. I've loved him since the day I saw him! Craig is single, really single.

"Em?" Spike said, peering her head out of her room.

"Hey there…mom."

You were everything, everything that I wanted, we were meant to be supposed to be but we lost it, all of the memories so close to me just fade away, all this time you were pretending so much for my happy ending, Callie's cell phone rang. She rummaged through her jean purse in search of it, and looked at the screen. Caller Unknown. That's weird.

"Paige, hold on a second, my phone is ringing."

"Okay," she said, spinning her chair around to flirt with the waiter, who was essentially Spinner.

"Hello?"

"Blondie?"
"Pardon?"

"Blondie, that I met at the party? With the little hot preppy boy?"

Evie?

"Sure, but now minus the preppy boy."

"Good, its Evie. Look. My mom is making me go with her and Caitlin to some place to make me try on foofy foof brides maid dresses. Caitlin gave me your number and said that if I can think of something better to do, than I'm free from Bridal Imprisonment. Where are you?"

"At The Dot, grabbing a milkshake with," Callie caught herself. What do I say, what do I do? Stay here with boring Paige, or go out with mysterious Evie? "Me, myself, and I," she whispered, half ashamed.

Paige flinched around suddenly, staring at Callie's cell phone.

Umm, what?

"Good. Be outside in five." Callie slowly shut her phone as Paige turned around.

"Okay so why don't we go see I Believe in Love at the theatre?" Paige asked skeptically, adjusting her bright pink poncho.

"Actually Paige, I think I'm going to head home." She said, forcing a cough.

"Oh, um, okay. Feel better hun," Paige said, grabbing her car keys and staring at Callie with suspicion.

Yeah, sure, sick.

"You think Craig is okay?" Spinner said, packing up his drum equipment.

"I don't know. I've never seen him like that," Marco added, as he shut the case for his bass.

"I have," Jimmy quietly spoke. "Last year."

"Oh yeah,"

Marco quickly remembered now, and felt a chill shake his body secretively.

"But it's just a chick," Jimmy said.

"C'mon Jim! Callie meant more to him than life itself. For gods sake his guitar his laying on the ground in two pieces…is that normal to you?"

"I don't know."

"But hey, now that Callie's free, never hurts to look, right?"

Marco and Jimmy both shot Spinner a dirty look.

"Spinner, that is so not right."

Within twenty minutes, Callie and Evie were walking along the Yorkville Shopping Center in the warm summer day. They clashed considerably – Evie in a black tank top and booty shorts with gelly bracelets and crosses, and Callie in her baby blue jacket and bell-bottom jeans. Evie with her flowing dark hair, Callie with her shaggy blondeness. Evie with her seductively black makeup, Callie with her light pink lip gloss.

"Your cooler than I thought, Blondie. I was expecting you to be a little daddy's girl princess cheerleader, like for sure," Evie said, mockingly twirling her hair.

"Hell no. I could never be one of those bimbos," Callie said, lying. She wanted Evie to like her, very badly. She liked the way people, mainly guys, looked at her when she walked with Evie – they didn't see her as slutty and dirty, but rather as confident and sexy. Callie liked that feeling, and if it meant telling a little lie about the Spirit Squad to gain her friendship, so help her god, she'd do it. She even had thought about trying out for it at one point, but she didn't need to do that.

"Let's go shopping," Evie said, pushing her silky hair behind her ears.

"So, where do you want to go? Express?"

Evie laughed, twisting her red jelly bracelets.

"I don't think so, honey," she said, laughing. They strolled around the sidewalk a little, until Evie pulled Callie into a store with the words 'Hot Threads' written in lighted, black and red letters.

Callie slowly followed behind Evie, realizing that it was nothing like her normal Express or Guess. Garage punk music was playing, and on all the walls were covered in overlapped Christmas lights and band posters. Barrages of long, chunky accessories were set up by size in a clear case, extending against the closest wall to the door. Gelly bracelets, crosses, rings, and oversized hoops were set under black lighting, and as Callie's eyes grazed over the jewelry case she couldn't help but smile. She had never seen anything like this – a style punk, seductive, and gothic all at once, but with bright colors intermixed. Callie touched the case, looking at a pair of bright and dark blue hoop earrings.

Evie snapped her out of her trance when she walked over, carrying a pile of clothes that stacked a mile high, each lined with a more outrageous price tag than the next.

"These would look so hot on you. What are you, like a size five?"

"Yeah, sure…" Callie said, widening her eyes as she looked at the clothes being presented to her. First, there was a pink fishnet off the shoulder that reached through the hand with thumb holes. Below it was a pair low rider jeans with black sequins on the butt, and a shirt with a blue, black, and white tank tops that all layered over each other. But what really topped it off was the black leather mini skirt and transparent lace white shirt Evie was shoving in her face.

Callie's mouth dropped.

"Are you crazy?"

"You have the stomach," she said, poking her like the doughboy.

"Hey!" she laughed.

"Go try these on," Evie said, flashing her million dollar smile.

Somehow that smile made Callie feel so cool, so alive and spontaneous. She quickly walked into the dressing room, flipping the cheetah curtain over the door.

I can't wear this, I can't. What would Craig think? No, wait, can't think about Craig.

Callie swung the cheetah curtain around, giggling childishly.

"I can't wear this! I look like a slut!" Callie said, staring at her white lace top, black mini skirt and black boots.

"No, you look hot. We're taking all of it." Evie said, grabbing her by the hand.

"Like this?" Callie asked, following behind Evie in surprise.

"Sure," Evie replied, grabbing a pile of Callie's clothes and throwing them on the counter. "We'll take all of this, and she'll be wearing this out."

"Cash?"

"Credit."

"You're total comes to $1,575." The clerk said, staring at her oddly. Callie's heart started racing - am I paying for this?

"Evie, I can't pay for that!"

"That's okay, I can," she said, pulling a shiny piece of gold plastic out of her purse.

The pink haired women swiped Evie's card.

"Thank you for shopping at Hot Threads."

While walking out of the store, Evie piled the bags on both her arms and was smiling freely, almost laughing.

Callie stopped right in front of Evie, blockading her from walking.

"Your parents are going to murder you! You just spent over a thousand dollars on clothes for ME! Enough clothes for me to wear once for every day for the rest of my life!"

Evie laughed, shining her stunning smile at Callie.

"It's okay, it's not my money," she winked, pushing Callie out of the way.

"Than who's is it?" Callie said, walking next to her.

"Ronnie Fontain's."

"Ronnie Fontain? As in the Syrup King of Toronto?"

"Yep, I have his credit card because well, its part of our deal…. It's kind of a nice little arrangement. He lets me spend his money, and I don't tell the wife."

"Oh my god, Evie, that's so wrong."

"Not really, has its perks," she laughed.

"How can you like, do IT with a married guy? What is he like 27?"

"35. But, iw! Please! You think I actually like this guy? Hell no. He's filthy rich, pretty good looking, always traveling. Please, he was practically begging for me. Bought me a tennis bracelet in a week. Oh Cal, you're so funny. I would never have sex with him or anything – gross!" she said, flicking her hair. "I'm just his fun little tease he can touch once in a while," Evie smirked.

"So, when I called, and asked for Blondie with the preppy boy," Evie said, pulling out a pack of gum. "You said, still blondie, minus the preppy boy. What happened? He was kind of cute in a disgusting Abercrombie model kind of way. Gum?"

Callie took a piece, and unraveled the wrapper.

"To many issues in our relationship," she said timidly.

Evie kept a steady eye on Callie, who looked at the ground as she said that.

"What? Did he push you around or something?"

"It was just a lot of things and I wish it all would just…"

"You still love him," Evie said, still studying Callie's facial expression.

"I don't know."

"Okay, so, new idea. Friends with benefits. Less complicated, and you can have as many as you want. And plus, with the way you look honey, he'd have to be crazy not to still want you. I mean, if it ever meant anything in the first place, he won't have a problem. Ever player gets a prize. Make him want you," Evie smirked, watching a group of guys walk by.

"Hey baby," one of the attractive blonde haired boys said, as he brushed passed the two girls, but not before grabbing Evie's butt with a tight hand.

She's just gonna let them do that? Evie than turned around, following the boys back.

"Hey baby," she said back, grabbing the crotch of the blonde haired boys jeans. "The next time you want some of that, just ask, don't grab, okay?" She whispered, with a jet black stare.

"Okkkkaaayyyy." He said in pain, his baby blue eyes tearing.

Callie smiled. Ok, that's not something Emma would have done…that was…awesome.