AUTHORS NOTE: Hey everyone! Remember those few episodes of Degrassi, I think one of them is Pride, when they all go to the beach? Well, this is where this chapter is taking place. Sorry if there are any weird lines anywhere. I don't own Degrassi, just Callie, Shane and that whole funbunch, lol. Please read and review!
Evie snorted the thin white powder up her nose, squinting slightly. She quickly took some more, processing it until the small, clear bag was disintegrated. She collapsed onto the clean white sand, feeling as if the waves were about to engulf her.
"Hey, lets go! The dock is open and maybe we could…" Callie said, running up to Evie, holding a Frisbee.
"Augh," Callie sighed, in frustration. Evie was one hundred percent baked, lying on the ground and laughing. Callie adjusted her skin-tight blue sarong and rolled her eyes, both disappointed yet not surprised.
"Now what would be the weapon of choice this week?" Callie said, mainly to herself, as she slapped around Evie's face.
Great Evie, you're stoned, in a public place. Craig, Spinner, Paige, Hazel, Jimmy, Emma, and Marco are all over there playing volleyball. What is wrong with you? Are you trying to get arrested? Callie rose up from the ground and turned her head, studying the group of people whom she yearned to be hanging out with.
"Okay, I'll take Spinner and Paige," Craig said.
"Alright, I got Hazel," Jimmy said, smiling. Hazel walked over and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him.
"Keep the PDA at a minimum kiddies!" Spinner laughed, chucking a beach ball at Jimmy's head.
"Ow!" Jimmy said playfully. "Marco and Emma."
"Wait, we have one person less," Craig said, looking around.
Everyone followed to there respective sides of the net, until Callie walked over, dropping the mouths of everyone.
"Can I play?" she asked, very sweetly, undoing her sarong and revealing a pair of slender thighs and low cut bikini bottoms.
"Shouldn't you be over there with your NEW best friend?" Paige said snootily, staring at Evie, who was now making out with some random guy who looked a little older.
Paige, you are my best friend.
Craig's stomach pulled. He gulped and looked over at Jimmy at Spinner, who were just checking Callie out in her skimpy blue bikini. It certainly left nothing to the imagination with its thin strings and light colored fabric, and all the girls immediately grew jealous.
Paige hit Spinner in the shoulder, waking him from his trance.
"You can be on our team," Spinner said.
Paige dug her feet into the hot sand with anger and scrunched her lip. She didn't like the idea of spending her Saturday afternoon with her former best friend, especially now that her boyfriend was scamming on her.
Emma stared at Craig blankly, with the stupidest smile on her face, watching him laugh as he slammed stomach to stomach with Spinner. He dove for the ball once more into the sand, stomach first. He rolled onto his back laughing, and looked over at her through the net, winking at her innocently. To him, he'd always just be little Emma. Spike's Emma. Emma that his parents made him dance with at a wedding. Little Emma who he snuck into the Senior's dance. Emma giggled and tilted her head down, shifting and staring into her orange sandals.
"Em, watch out!" Marco shouted, while Emma remained in her alternate universe.
Emma arose her head and was almost instantaneously hit on impact, hard and quickly in the head with the burning rubber of the white volleyball. She stumbled onto the ground, the sand flinging in her face as Jimmy and Hazel laughed.
"Looks like little Emma has a little crush," Spinner whispered, putting a hand on Craig's shoulder.
Little Emma?
Craig looked over his shoulder at Callie, who was in shock. She was trying to hold in her laughter by folding her lips together, but it was pointless, and eventually all her laughter came pouring out. Whoops, Callie thought.
"Nice going, Callie," Craig said, kicking a pile of sand with his foot onto her bare body. She laughed and flung some back at Craig, who then wrapped his arm around her, pushing her back against his chest. Craig lightly smashed his nose against the side of her neck. Peppermint and roses. She screamed and chuckled as Craig poured sand on her, and she messed his hair up with her hand.
Callie giggled and giggled, shamelessly flirting with him. She knew she was dangling him, and right where she wanted him. She tilted her head at him slightly, giving him an easy view down her top…
As Craig sprinkled some sand into her roots, he wanted to believe this was the Callie that was still in her – the Callie he fell in love with. Not the slutty, late night vixen that was hanging out with the biggest junkies in town.
"Do you want to…get back together, I mean, last chance and everything?" he asked, very quietly, as he swung Callie around.
Umm, gee Craig, that was random.
"No," she said awkwardly. "Ha, take that!" she said, lightening up the situation by pinching his nose like Angie does.
That little bitch, she did that on purpose. Some friend. Emma watched from the ground as Craig had his hands all over Callie, who was indeed dressed like a whore and just playing with his head. Disgruntled, she arose from the sand, brushing some off her conservative one piece, and served the ball with all her force over the net.
"Augh!" Emma screamed, powerfully spiking the ball.
"So, you see that one over there?" Shane said, nudging to his friend Tate.
"Which one?" Tate said, digging his board into the ground.
"The blonde, over there in the blue," Shane said. He glanced Callie up and down, and wiped his hand across his sweaty forehead. The hot sun was burning his skin, and the fire of jealousy within him was burning him even more as he watched Craig wrap his arm around her, blowing on her neck. His every emotion then at that moment involved Tate's board, Craig, and a really secluded valley.
"She's mine."
"Okay man, whatever you say," Tate said sarcastically, brushing past Shane.
We'll see about that.
Callie smiled as she wiggled her hair around rapidly, flinging sand into Craig's mouth.
Than, BOOM. A flying piece of rubber spiked her as hard in the face as possible, stumbling her back. Callie put her hand over eye, feeling blood soaking into her sun-cracked skin. Everyone started to laugh uncontrollably, especially Paige and Emma.
There, she got what she deserved, Emma thought.
"Nice aim Greenpeace!" Paige said, smiling at Emma.
Callie studied the blood in between her cracked skin folds, and realized that she was not wanted by anyone around her. She was a joke, a piece of meat. She picked her sarong up off the ground and looked at them coldly.
"I gotta go."
"Callie!" Craig shouted, as she walked extremely fast, almost running, down the scorching hot sand, mainly to no destination.
"Nice job, Emma." Craig said, angered.
"Don't defend her Craig! She deserved it! And she shouldn't be hanging out with us. Not another junkie like her," Paige said.
"She's not a junkie!"
"So she's hanging out with Evie Campfield just for kicks? Look at her Craig, look at her! After all the shit Callie's done to you you're just going to defend her?"
"Honeybee, calm down," Spinner interrupted.
"You stay out of this pumpkin bun! Look Craig, the point is, she ditched me, she ditched Emma and she ditched you. She's a little piece of anorexic garbage!" Paige folded her arms, a little quieter now. "Serve the ball Spinn."
Who does she think she is? I'm Paige Michealchuk, dammit.
Callie ran down the beach, sarong in hand, angry and depressed. She ran past hordes of people lying on the beach, frolicking in the water and pumping the rhythms of rap music along the shore. She stopped and studied a nearby rock, which was centered beneath a smaller arch of rocks. She climbed up on it and dusted the area where she was going to sit, sinking onto the hard surface carelessly. She just looked out onto the waves, studying each one hit the surface at a different angle. Every time a new one hit the shore, she imagined the faces of Emma, Paige, and everyone else who laughed at her being slammed into the ground.
"Can I join you?" Shane asked, almost popping out of nowhere.
"Why?" Callie wondered, staring at his sculpted physique.
"Well, I mean," he said, walking closer. "Its never right for any pretty girl to cry."
Oh please Shane, gag me.
"How charming, you really pulled the big ones out for that line didn't you?"
"Whoa! I wasn't trying to feed you any line. I just want to talk," he said, climbing up next to Callie.
"My friends hate me," she said in a mockingly happy tone.
"Than your not really your friends. Craig too?" he asked, fiddling with his white shark tooth necklace.
"Yes," Callie said, looking straight at him.
"Don't even bother with him. You're such a catch, if he can't see that, he's blind," Shane explained.
Aww! He might actually be for real this time – he's not making that stupid horny smirk like he normally does.
"You're beautiful, smart, funny," Hot, easily influenced, looking sexy in that bikini, stupid, "Friendly, and I've never seen anyone handle Angie the way you have. Especially this morning, when she threw the fit about her pink sweater. Craig's an immature boy. You need a man, who knows how to treat a woman," Shane said, looking into the waves.
He's right, he's SO right. Shane, why must you be in college? You're perfect, just perfect.
Callie threw her arms around Shane, giving him a hug.
It's working. "What was that for?"
"Just for being so caring."
"So," he said, shaking out his dark shaggy hair. "Do you want to talk?"
Oh my god, he's so caring. So sweet. SO cute.
"That'd be nice. I've been thinking a lot about my family and even though they put me through so much, I kind of can't help but feel like I need to go back to them, leave Joey's. Because, well there still my family and…"
"Uhuh," Shane nodded, staring at Callie's massive amounts of cleavage as she rolled on and on. It really didn't matter, because Shane was never really listening anyways.
"And my mom…"
Oh god, we're going to be here for a while.
Craig opened up the trunk of his car, loading Hazel's beach chairs into it, looking at the red interior of the small area. He slammed it loudly with two hands, yawning. He noticed Evie sitting not to far off in the distance, gulping vodka down her throat. He walked over slowly and calmly, trying not to startle her in the moonlight.
"Evie?"
"Hey preppy boy!" she slurred, waving at Craig.
"Why don't you let me take you home…" he trailed, staring at Evie's mix of drugs and booze mixed into a polka dot towel.
"No! I'm staying for the party!" she said, taking another sip into the flat, silver container.
"Whose party?"
"You know, THE PARTY! The bonfire that's here every Friday,"
Oh boy.
"Who goes?"
"Mischa,"
Degrassi's biggest junkie.
"Ben, Clark, Andrew,"
Alchoholics.
"Shane,"
SHANE?!
"Um, Callie was invited, other people, and…" Evie laughed hysterically, "Ronnie."
"Craig, let's go!" Hazel shouted, sticking her head out the window.
"So, Callie was invited?"
"Yeah, but c'mon Craig…like we'd invite you? You're an angel, ha!" Evie laughed.
Oh my god, harder Shane, take me! Take me! Callie screamed, ripping her slutty string top off. While Callie pounded on the rocks, Shane pushed himself harder and harder inside her, shutting his eyes and listening to the waves crash down on the surface. She grabbed him behind the neck and shoved his face down on her bare breasts, moaning. He kissed them swiftly, pushing…
"Shane, SHANE! Are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh yeah."