Well would you looky here! It's a long awaited update! I'm not too sure where I wanna go with this story, but I do know at the same time... I would have had this story up yesterday, but I was really sick yesterday.
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"Chapter 2"
I stand outside the front of the school and take in a deep breath. This month's foster parents dropped me off without even bothering to say goodbye. (They're gonna ship me off to another family by the end of the week, so I guess it doesn't matter; I overheard them talking about it the night before.) I take in another deep breath then make my way to the front door as some students eye me curiously; I'm used to people staring, though, so it doesn't bother me.
"Hey, Pretty Lady," a voice calls out to me once I step foot in the school. I look to my right to see a boy in baggy jeans, a gray shirt, and a black jean jacket lounging on one of the benches inside. I smile flirtatiously at him because, honestly, he's kinda cute. "Sup?" I ask coolly. The boy gets up in one swift motion and makes his way over to me. "So you're a new student," he announces; I nod. "You got a name?" I know this game; I simply smirk. "You tell me yours first," I bargain. The boy smirks back at me. "I like your style," he tells me. "They call me Fitz." He grabs my hand and kisses it; I almost blush. "They call me Bianca," I breathe.
Another boy, tall and muscular with cropped brown hair and stunning blue eyes, walks up to Fitz and nudges him after he gets a good look at me. "Who's your friend?" he asks, nodding suggestively at me. Fitz ignores the new boy's nod and keeps his eyes on me. "This is Bianca," he answers. "She's new here." The boy pushes Fitz out of the way and grabs my hand, taking a slight bow. "Allow me to grace you with my presence," he states with pride. I chuckle as he continues to speak. "I'm Owen Milligan," he continues. "And it's an honor to meet someone as beautiful as you."
This time, I blush.
"So who wants to show me around?" I ask with a cool smirk. Fitz and Owen push at each other, trying to get the other away from me. As I chuckle at the two, I overhear a girl behind me gossiping. "Look at those two idiots fighting over the new girl," she hisses. "I can see it now: she's gonna get caught up with them and wind up just like them; she looked bad from the moment she walked in." There is a rustling, followed by a small thud, as well as a small pained noise. "It's not polite to talk about people like that," another voice reprimands. "She looks pretty nice to me." I smile softly and turn around to pretend like I'm looking at someone else.
Both girls quickly turn their heads as I turn mine and pretend like they're laughing about something else. There's a girl with long, brown hair that she wears down the length of her back, a black headband topping the ensemble. She wears thin glasses, somewhat stylish, as well as loose clothing like she's trying to hide something. She was probably the one bad-mouthing me.
Then I finally look at her.
The girl the brunette is has long blonde hair that comes an inch or two past her shoulders and she parts her hair on the left, tucking her bangs behind her right ear. Her face looks soft with those big blue eyes of hers. She's maybe a few inches shorter than me, but she's full in all the right places. God, what I would do to her body…
Wait!
What the hell is wrong with me? I can't think that about a girl. I'm straight, totally and undoubtedly straight. The hell?
"Bianca," Fitz calls to me, snapping me from my thoughts. I quickly turn back around to see Owen sitting down and holding his face with an angered look. Fitz holds out his hand to me. "May I have the pleasure of walking you to your first class?"
My eyes widen softly. I don't even know what my first class is!
"We'll have to take a detour," I announce. "I need to stop by the principal's office to get my schedule." Fitz nods and escorts me to the principal's office where I have a brief conversation with him about what I want to gain from coming to Degrassi and blah, blah, blah. After that, Fitz and I look over my schedule and he takes me to my first period math class.
Honestly, I don't care what we're learning about. All I care about is that girl I saw—the blonde one, not her childish friend—and why I feel so…strange. I've seen thousands of girls over the course of time that I've been in the System and she's the one that's had the most impact. Why? What's so special about her?
I spend my next few classes thinking of her, (poorly) drawing her and me together, thinking of what her name is. I can't get her out of my head!
Then lunch comes around.
Part of me hopes I won't have her in my lunch, but I don't know how the lunch schedule works here. The other part of me desperately wants her to be in my lunch just so I can look at her and—one day—get the nerve to talk to her.
I see her sitting with her friends: a tall boy in a hat with shortish brown hair pushed to the side in one of those emo hairstyles, a girl with long black hair and big eyes who looks like she's Indian, and the brunette prude. She's laughing with them as she eats her chicken fingers. I can hear that laugh over the roar of the other students; it sounds like wind chimes in a cool breeze.
"Bianca," Owen calls to me, forcing my eyes from her table. I raise an eyebrow to him. "I asked if you'd rather have me escort you to the rest of your classes instead of this fool here," he says. I shrug nonchalantly. "Whatever works for you too," I retort with my eyes on my food.
Fitz wraps an arm around my shoulders and I look at his greasy fingernails hanging over my right shoulder. "What's wrong, Pretty Lady?" he questions. I sigh; I honestly don't know what's wrong with me exactly.
"Nothing," I lie.
I look up to him to see him staring down my shirt. Instead of causing a scene like I should have done, I take his arm off me and stand up with my tray. "I'm not that hungry," I announce as I start walking. I stare at my tray as I walk, trying to think of anything but her. Why can't I think of anything but her?
As I walk, someone bumps into me and makes me dump my tray all over my shirt. "Look what you did to my shirt you freak!" I exclaim trying to wipe off the peas and chicken crumbs from my shirt. I look up to the someone and see she's the Indian girl that sat with the blonde girl. I look to my left to see her and her other two friends looking up at me with shocked expressions. Shit.
I quickly decide to play it off.
"Outta my way," I growl with a hard face as I push past her. I end up pushing her against the table and she lets out a pained gasp. Dammit! I didn't mean to hit her that hard.
I fast walk out of the cafeteria to the bathroom where I try to clean my shirt off. Not only do I have peas and chicken crumbs on it, but there's a hell of a lot of milk and some other brown stuff; I don't know what the hell that is.
"Are you alright?" a voice asks of me. I jump slightly and turn to see her standing at the bathroom door with her hands clasped in front of her. Under the fluorescent lights in this tight space, she looks like an angel.
"What's it to you?" I spit. If I'm anything but nice to her, maybe she'll run away from me and I won't have to worry about thinking of her anymore.
"Well the whole cafeteria just saw what happened to you and I thought you could use some help," she answered softly. Her voice was calm, even under the harshness of my voice.
"I'm fine," I lie as I turn back to the mirror. "Just leave me alone alright? I'm sure your little brunette friend doesn't want me talking to you."
"Clare?" she questions. "She's just not used to new people here." I sneer. "I could've sworn I said leave me alone," I repeat. From the corner of my eye, I see her jump at the loudness of my voice. She quickly retreats from the bathroom, but before she goes, she speaks again. "My name's Jenna by the way."
I roll my eyes. Great, now she's told me her name. Now I won't be able to get that out of my head. "Bianca," I snippily retort. The door closes and I spend a few more minutes messing with my shirt. I don't even know if she heard me.
After a few minutes, I give up hope. I might as well go home and get a new shirt, then come back to finish out the day. With any luck, the family I'm with will keep me a little longer so I can stay here a little longer and get to know Jenna. If I don't skip school, maybe I'll influence their decision to let me stay with them.
"I think you missed a spot," Fitz jokes as I step out of the bathroom. I sneer with a grin and flip him off. "You got a car?" I question, quickly changing the subject. "I need to get out of here." Fitz nods to the left and holds his hand out. "Right this way, Milady."
I start walking and he leads me to his car in the parking lot. "Going to your place?" he questions. I mumble a yes and there's an awkward silence. "I just need to get a new shirt," I add. "Then it's back to school." Fitz chuckles. "I never knew anybody who wanted to go to school."
"I'm trying to be good right now so the foster 'rents don't kick me out," I retort with a roll of my eyes. "You're free to skip school if you want though." Fitz smirks as we climb into his beat up, red, dingy, 1988 Chevy. "I've got other things in mind," he says.
I should've known right then to get out of his car and run back into the school, dirty clothes and all.
Fitz starts driving the car and when we're so close to my house he turns off the path. "Where are we going?" I ask calmly. "Just a detour," he retorts, not taking his eyes from the road. A few minutes later we arrive at a small house with dark green wood surrounding it and a brick underlay.
Fitz pulls into the driveway and turns off the car. "My sister's about your size," he tells me as he gets out. "I'm sure you'll find something you'll like; she won't miss anything." I smile at his kindness and follow him inside, closing the front door behind me.
"You can change in my room," he states as he points to the door at the end of the hall. "I'll go pick something out for you." I laugh softly. "I'm sure I can get it myself," I assure him. Fitz shakes his head. "No, no I'll get it," he insists. "Only I'm allowed in Jessica's room. I won't be too long." With that, I make my way to his room and stand in the center, taking note of everything in his room.
Before I can get a full view of all his stupid posters on the wall, the door to his room opens and he steps in. He holds a black shirt crumpled in his hand as he steps inside the room.
"Thanks again for the shirt," I thank, reaching my hand out to grab it. Instead, Fitz places the shirt on his dresser and grabs my hand. He brings my hand to his mouth and brushes his lips across my fingertips. "What are you doing?" I question nervously. "I just think we should take some time to get to know each other more," he suggests.
His hand slinks up my arm and he pulls me closer to him. He kisses my arm and his lips start trailing up the length of my arm to my shoulder and my neck until, finally, my lips. He kisses me forcefully for a moment before his hands slide down to my dirtied shirt. I put my hands on his in the hopes to stop him. "No," I breathe.
Fitz chuckles softly in my ear and breathes hot air onto it. "Don't worry," he starts, "I'll be gentle." He kisses my earlobe. "I won't hurt you, Butterfly."
My back arches and all the memories of my mother assaulting me come flooding back to me. Every touch, every kiss, every beating, it's all back and standing before me in the form of this boy. I…I don't want this.
"No!" I shout at the top of my lungs, pushing him away. "Get away from me!" Fitz grabs at my hands and pulls me back to him. "What the hell are you doing?" he growls. "Don't fucking pull away from me, bitch." I struggle in his grasp and feel the tears beginning to fall. "Please let me go," I beg.
Instead of listening, he throws me against his dresser and my head hits the wall. "Don't ever say no to me," he spits. He grabs the brim of my pants with one hand while placing the other on the back of my head and rips them down. His hand removes from my now lowered pants and move to his belt. He quickly unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out. He presses it against my ass; he's already hard.
"If you woulda listened," he begins, "Then we both coulda had some fun."
Tears fall from eyes as the blistering pain surges through my head. I clench my eyes shut and try to brace myself for what's about to happen.
Without any warning, he thrusts himself into me and I let out a loud scream of pain. My nails dig into the sides of his dresser and I can feel my hands turning white with strain. Fitz pulls my shirt up under my arms and pulls my bra up as well, cupping my breasts as he continues to thrust inside me.
My mother…
This is worse than my mother…
"Please stop!" I scream as he thrusts harder, ramming me against the dresser. One of his hands releases one of my breasts and he grabs me by my hair. He pulls my head back and slams it against the wall, sending more pain through my head. "Shut the fuck up," he hisses darkly.
I try to focus on the searing pain in my head, anything to block him out.
The hand that grabbed me by the hair moves to my waist then both of his hands squeeze me tightly as he releases his disgusting, warm fluid inside me with a loud grunt. He pulls out of me and throws me to the ground, tossing the new shirt on top of me. "Clean yourself up and get the hell out," he orders.
He walks over to his bed and plops down on it as I slowly climb to my feet. "If you walk fast I'm sure you'll get back to school before three," he tells me as I fix my pants. I don't bother saying a word to him and leave his room. Before I leave the house, I quickly change into the red V-neck shirt Fitz gave me.
I cling to myself as I leave his home, scuffling along the sidewalk. As I walk, the pain in my head continues to throb violently. My hand reaches up to my forehead and I feel something warm on my fingertips. I pull my hand from my head to find crimson coloring my fingers. Great, now I'm bleeding. This can't get any worse, can it?
"Bianca?" a familiar voice calls out to me. My body stiffens and I stop in my tracks. I just had to ask, didn't I?
Shit. I can't let her see me like this; I can't let her know what happened. She doesn't need to know…
I plaster a scowl on my face and turn to her. "What do you want?" I spit. Her big blue eyes look to me in shock. "Oh my gosh," she breathes. She climbs out of her car and rushes to me. "What happened to your head, Bianca?" She reaches her hand out to touch my cut but I slap her hand away. "I tripped," I lie.
I cross my arms. "Shouldn't you be at school right now?" I question. I try to make it sound as harsh as possible; maybe then she'll leave me alone. "I had to go home and pick up my song book," she tells me, totally oblivious to my harsh words. I roll my eyes.
"I was wondering if you maybe wanted a ride back to school," she offers. I feel shivers rush through me. She wants me in her car! I…I can't! How can I be in such a small space with her? I can't do it!
I'd really rather not walk back to school though…
"I've got nothing better to do," I say coolly as I climb into the passenger's seat. She quickly makes her way around the car and into the driver's seat. I cross my arms as she drives, trying not to look at her.
Why am I thinking this way about a girl?
"I like your shirt," she mutters softly. I could barely hear her over the sound of the motor, so I'm not sure if she said anything in the first place. I decide not to respond.
We arrive at the school a few minutes later, after a silent ride, and we get out of the car. "Thanks for the ride," I mumble without looking back at her. I make my way into the school just as classes are changing and merge with the crowd.
The rest of the day, I can't stop thinking of that blonde angel named Jenna…