This is kind of short. I don't know if a lot of people are reading it anyway. But if you are, here you go! And thank you for taking the time to read it. :)
Disclaimer: I DON'T own Degrassi.
"Holly J!" She heard her name called from somewhere behind her, immediately recognizing the voice. She screeched to a stop, cringing.
She quickly put on a fake smile and turned to see Fiona Coyne, looking prim as always, clanking toward her in a pair of high-fashion pumps. Over the past couple weeks, the girl had proved to be exactly who Holly J had come to expect rich kids to be. Snooty and condescending.
"Hi, Fiona," Holly J said, smiling. "What's up?"
"So, my brother and I are throwing a little party this weekend, and you're invited," She said casually, as if she was not new to the party-throwing scene, while she examined her perfectly shaped and painted nails.
"Oh," Holly J exhaled. "Isn't it a little early in the game for the new kids to be throwing a party?" She asked, twisting her combination lock.
"Well, our mother is leaving the city this weekend on business, so we thought it'd be the perfect time to throw a little soiree," She explained.
"I'm not much of a party-goer, but thanks anyway," She said breezily, balancing her books on her hip as she figured out which ones she'd need.
"Really? You don't look like you'd be a stick in the mud," Fiona commented callously, her eyes scanning Holly J in critique.
Holly J bristled. "I'm not," This was why she didn't much care for rich kids. She was one herself, she knew how they could be. "I just have other things to do."
Fiona pursed her lips, nodding. "Oh I see," she murmured, judgmentally. "Probably like… Oh, what are those dreadful things called that kids have to do?" She mused to herself. "Chores, yes, that's it!"
Holly J raised her eyebrows and let out a laugh. "No, actually, more along the lines of academics. School functions. Presidential campaigning." Fiona stared at her blankly. "Power Squad?" Holly J continued, hoping for recognition to strike Fiona's face.
"Yawn." Fiona said with the same blank face, and then lightened. "Well, in any case, if you decide you want to actually have fun, here's the invite with the details. Hopefully we'll see you there. I know Declan would love it if you came."
"H-he would?" Holly J stuttered, taking the envelope between her fingers. "I mean, why?" She murmured, recomposing.
"It's not obvious?" Fiona laughed. "Guess I probably shouldn't have said anything, silly me. Declan seems to like you, though I..."
Holly J raised her eyebrows, waiting for Fiona to complete the thought.
"Though you what?" She prompted.
"Never mind." Fiona said, smiling condescendingly. Holly J bit her tongue to hold back her retort.
"Anyway," Fiona smiled breezily. "Must get going. Places to go, people to see," She said, holding up the mound of envelopes, with rolled up flyers attached.
"Yeah." Holly J uttered, steaming. She exhaled loudly, raking her fingers through her hair in frustration. Don't let it bother you, Holly J. Let it roll right off your back.
"I see you had a run-in with my less than favorable other half," Declan murmured as he came to his locker, standing beside Holly J.
Holly J let out a bitter laugh. "Gee, how could you tell?"
Declan laughed, reaching out to smooth down Holly J's now messed up hair. She froze. "The hair, she makes you want to pull it out sometimes. I know from experience." He chuckled. "She can be a little... extreme. But she's my sister." He shrugged, saying that as if it made it okay.
Holly J laughed at this. "That's unfortunate," She said sourly. He laughed.
Brrrrrriiiiinnggg
The bell sounded loudly, making Holly J jump.
"Well, gotta get to class," Declan murmured. "See you around, HJ,"
HJ? She was usually very opposed to nicknames, but she kind of liked that he had given her one.
This was bad. She most definitely was not going to that party.