Welcome to my new fic!

First this is dedicated to Dolley for requesting it.

Now for the legal stuff: I do not own DeGrassi nor am I associated with the show or epitome in anyway. Not that I would admit it if I was at this point seeing as the show is careening into a Cliffside. This fic deals with statutory rape and a romantic relationship with a teacher, I do not condone these things and this story ids for entertainment purposes only!

Anyway there are lots of things you need to know before reading the fic so please read all of it or you will be confused.

IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE READING!

*Clare is 16 entering grade 11 and she is ooc in this.

*Drew is 23 and also ooc in some ways mostly that he's much smarter than in the show. Drew just moved to Toronto and did not grow up there nor has ever met any of the students previous to chapter one.

*Drew and Adam are not related in this. Adam is Jake's younger brother and Glen's youngest son. Glen married Helen when Clare was nine and Darcy was twelve and still around. Glen adopted the girls as his own, Helen adopted Jake and Adam and they are now the Martin-Edwards family.

*The Martin-Edwards family is not religious and Clare and Darcy never wore abstinence rings.

*Jake and Katie are already dating.

*Alli moved away and Tori doesn't exist.

*Lastly while I tried to understand the Canadian grading percent system I just got confused so I'm going with the GPA system that I'm familiar with.

Alright that should do it enjoy!

Ch.1 The Future Doesn't Leave Voicemails

(CLARE)

"Don't you love the first day of school?" I grin as our older brother Jake pulls into the DeGrassi Community school parking lot.

"No but at least it's my last year, I'm a senior and come June I am outta here!" Jake says.

"Yeah and then we'll turn your room into a TV room," Adam grins and I giggle.

Jake is a year older than me and Adam, Jake's tall and thin with slightly lighter hair than Adam. Adam and I are in grade eleven this year, Jake has a maintained a steady C average for as long as I can remember. Adam and I have been straight A students our whole lives on the other hand. Neither Adam nor Jake were related to me by blood, their mom had died when Adam was four and my parents divorced when I was six and my older sister was nine. Our dad was having an affair, he moved away and we haven't seen or heard from him since. Mom met Adam and Jake's father Glen when I was eight and a year later they were married. Glen adopted me and Darcy and Mom adopted Jake and Adam so they were my brothers. Along with being my brother Adam was also one of my best friends.

"I'm gonna find Katie see you guys," Jake says walking off to find his girlfriend of a year and half. Katie was nice she was over a lot and we knew her little sister Maya some. Katie and Jake made a good pair, she even gets him to concentrate sometimes.

Adam puts his arm around my shoulders and we walk off to find our friends. We don't see any of our friends right away but we find our assigned lockers on the list near the office.

"I have 306," I say after finding my name on the list.

"I have 307," Adam smiles, we've had lockers next to each other for the last 3 years.

We start walking to our lockers and then I freeze, in the media studies room is a new teacher. He's unpacking a box and I'm watching his ass in his jeans, smiling to myself and biting my lip. He also has a light blue shirt on, olive skin and dark hair, when he turns so I can see his face I roll my lip between my teeth and melt just a bit more! He's gorgeous and I must have him.

"Clare come on he's a teacher," Adam says batting one of my cinnamon colored curls into my face and disrupting my sight.

"What's your point? Discriminate, designate, dominate my D's of dating remember?" I counter as Adam takes my hand and pulls me away to the hall with our lockers.

"Yeah I know your D's of dating sis but you can't designate a teacher as a possibility for dating," Adam comments with an admonishing tone.

"Sure I can brother dear, anyway I'm tired of high school boys," I quip back.

"Then date another college guy, just don't hide him from Mom and Dad for three months so they make you break up with him when they find out," he tells me and I scrunch my face at him.

"Modern society is far too uptight about ages and roles," I scoff while opening my locker.

"What's she talking about?" Fitz asks coming down the hall and going past us a little to his locker.

Fitz is actually a year older than us and he should be a senior this year like Jake. He should be but his stepfather and stepbrother are terrible people and his mom is too much of a victim to do anything about it. Fitz missed the better part of his junior year because he was either too beat up to come to class or just didn't want to because of what he was going through. He missed so much they couldn't pass him and he was held back so he's been in classes with me and Adam since we started. We met Fitz in grade nine and became friends with him, through Fitz we also became friends with his two best friends Owen and Bianca. Fitz lives with Owen and his family now, he has since last year after Fitz's stepbrother held a lighter to Fitz's neck giving him a 3rd degree burn. You can still see the scar but most of us just don't notice it anymore. Owen and Bianca are seniors like Jake but they're our friends.

"Forget it she's just trying to prove she's smarter than me," Adam says to Fitz with a snarky tone and I smile at my brother. Adam and I always keep each other's secrets, he's the one person I tell everything too and he does the same with me. "Did you get your class schedule?" Adam asks Fitz as he and I open our lockers to get out our schedules and put in some books.

"Yeah I've got media studies, architecture which is going to suck if it involves math, chemistry and auto shop," Fitz says.

"I have broadcast and print production for homeroom, functions and applications as my math this year, biology and the writers craft," Adam tells us.

"Well I get you both in my classes then, I have media studies first with Fitz and the new teacher, then I have a spare, after lunch I have chemistry with Fitz and then the writers craft with Adam," I smile.

"What new teacher?" Fitz questions,

"Don't know we saw him unpacking in the media studies room," Adam replies as we all simultaneously close our lockers.

"Hi did you guys look at your schedules yet?" Jenna inquires walking up with K.C. and Dave.

While we're not exactly close we are friends with the three of them. Jenna has long blonde hair, she's my height and when she first got here drove me crazy but we're friends now. She became friends with me and Alli in grade nine, I was dating K.C. at the time but he fell for Jenna. I didn't speak to them for a year and started going out with Fitz, it didn't last long with Fitz, we're better as friends and I was just angry and hurt. Alli moved away last year and Jenna and I reconnected when she found out she was pregnant and K.C. was being a jerk. He came around though and over the summer Jenna gave birth to a boy named Tyson. Dave was dating Alli until she moved, Dave is nice, his dad's a cop and he's one of Adam's closest friends.

The six of us talk about what classes we have and who has what with who, Connor and Wesley join us and start reading off their classes. I wouldn't really classify Wes and Connor as friends they're more like school acquaintances, to me anyway but they are friends with Jenna, K.C. and Dave. Connor and Wes also have media studies for homeroom so when the bell rings I walk with them and Fitz to class. Connor and Wes sit up front as they always do; I tend to sit in back this time I take the middle desk in the 2nd row.

"Why are we sitting close?" Fitz asks sitting at the desk to my right.

"You never sit close," Owen comments coming into class before I can answer Fitz.

"None of my other classes have a hot teacher," I reply as Owen sits on the other side of me.

"Oh boy," Owen and Fitz say together in the same way.

Fitz asks Owen what classes he has and I keep a look out for Mr. Hottie to come into class. Owen is happy because two of his classes he has with Fitz and the other two he has with Bianca. I'm not paying attention to their conversation any longer as our teacher has walked into class. He's even hotter up close; he's got a chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes boy oh boy is he sexy. I must have him and I will, nothing and no one will stop me.

My older sister Darcy was considered the wild child of our family, then a year before Adam and I came to the school Darcy went on the school ski trip and was given a drugged drink before getting raped. She was seventeen with a steady boyfriend and a virgin up until then. Darcy didn't remember the rape but she started breaking down, broke up with her boyfriend, started making out with DeGrassi's worst bad boys, staying out late and getting into trouble. My parents decided they had enough after she was arrested for trashing the school and they sent her to Africa to build schools. About two months after she left we got an e-mail from her telling us about the rape, how she was starting to remember and that's what set her behavior off. She stayed in Africa and now we almost never hear from her. Darcy was a saint compared to me she just didn't know how to hide her behavior. Darcy didn't do too well in school and didn't have any interests other than cheerleading. She never could figure out how to hide things from Mom and Dad and she never trusted our brothers to keep secrets.

I on the other hand am great at hiding things from Mom and Dad and I knew Adam and Jake would cover for me and keep my secrets. Of course I also kept my grades up and had many after school activities and interests so it was easy to hide things. Like when I started dating Johnny last year, he had gone to DeGrassi but last year was a freshman at U of T. We dated for over three months without Mom and Dad knowing, Adam found out first but of course not only kept my secret he also helped cover for me. Jake did the same when he found out. Fitz, Owen and Bianca had only known Johnny as a grimy bad boy, which he had been at DeGrassi but he cleaned up at university and they approved after seeing the new cleaned up version. Then Mom saw me and Johnny making out at a café, we were all the way in Scarborough I didn't think anyone would see us but Mom had an errand there. She didn't approve of the fact that I was 15 and he was almost 19 and at university. She forced me to break it off and I was grounded for two months. When I came off grounding I started dating Eli, I'd have been safer staying with Johnny.

"Good morning class," Mr. Hottie teacher says after the bell has rung and we all pay attention, "I am Mr. Andrew Torres. Since the class looks full I'll assume everyone is here and move right to teaching. Our first unit is on media awareness, we are subjected to mass amounts of media every day and technology makes it easier for us to get media almost anywhere. Mass media are carefully constructed biased stories to shape our world can someone give me an example of this?" He asks and I raise my hand, "Yes Miss…" he pauses since he doesn't know my name.

"Martin-Edwards, Clare Martin-Edwards," I reply and bite my lip briefly then slowly release it with a carefully baited breath before answering. "A company will intentionally leak a story to the press to generate a story and gain them attention and recognition."

"Very good Clare," Mr. Torres grins. I love his grin, it's charming and boyish yet oh so sexy and I want to feel it against my skin.

He continues teaching and I continue raising my hand for every question he asks. He doesn't call on me every time but since only Wes, Connor and I raise our hands he calls on me as much as he does them. Owen and Fitz are giving me funny looks since I'm not usually so eager to answer questions. Owen figures it out about half way through class and pokes my side.

"He's a teacher Clare," Owen whispers to me.

"That just makes it more of a challenge," I whisper back. Owen sort of rolls his eyes and slumps back in his chair.

Just before the bell rings we get our homework and everyone stands up to go to their next class, everyone but me.

"Shouldn't you be on your way to your next class?" Owen asks me as he puts his homework, assigned reading and media log into his backpack.

"She has a spare," Fitz tells him.

"Oh great just be careful," Owen tells me and I smile at him.

"I'm always careful," I respond and he rolls his eyes again.

"Careful about what? Why would she need to be careful?" Fitz questions following Owen out of class.

They leave and I get up to close the door, if Mr. Torres had a second class to teach they'd be filing into class already. When the door is closed I go over and stand at his desk, he's making notes but looks up when he sees me.

"Well you can't be staying behind because you didn't grasp the material you knew everyone question I asked," he comments but he's grinning.

"I just thought you could maybe use some help, I have a spare right now and I know all about the school," I tell him walking back a few steps and leaning on a student desk. "I know most of the students, all the teachers, I could be quite helpful for you," I tell him adding just a hint of sultry to my voice and pulling one corner of my bottom lip into my teeth when I'm done speaking.

"Yes," he replies clearing his throat a little, "I'm sure you could."

"So do you just have one class a day?" I inquire.

"No three, media studies, beginning communications technology and drama, I'm also the faculty advisor for the drama department," he says.

"You'll undoubtedly be working with my ex then, Eli. He's brilliant in some ways but he tends to walk that fine line between genius and insanity. My brother Adam will probably work on the play too, he's smart like me, you probably got a note about him," I remark hopping on the desk.

"I don't believe I did why would I need a note about your brother?" Mr. Torres inquires standing up and walking around his desk, he leans on the front of it now.

"He's transgender but he's a guy and should be treated like one," I reply.

"I'll keep that in mind," he says and then the door opens and we look over.

"Don't you have class Clare?" Mr. Perino questions.

"No Sir I'm on my spare and I thought I'd help Mr. Torres get acquainted with the school and the students. I was just telling him about Eli and Adam since I'm sure he'll be working with both of them as the faculty advisor for drama club," I inform Perino changing my tone so that I sound entirely innocent and demure.

"Clare is one of our best students, she and her brother Adam; they're also two of the most well behaved students. Unlike their brother Jake, well I'll let Clare show you the ropes she probably knows more than I do," Perino says and closes the door.

"Jake isn't a good student?" Mr. Torres queries as I hop off the desk and lean against it again.

"Jake's a good guy but he's a bit of a burn out, he skates by and mostly because Adam and I help him so much. So have you always lived in Toronto?" I inquire.

"No I grew up in Kingston and went to the University of Ottawa, I graduated last June this is my first job," he explains and I smile because that means he's only 22 or 23 which isn't a huge age difference.

"Well then I should show you around town, get you acquainted with all Toronto has to offer," I grin.

"Clare you're a student I can't just…" he starts but I saunter over and silence him with my finger on his lips.

"An educational trip, you need to know about the city and all it has to offer. After all Toronto is one of Canada's capitals of media and there are a lot of places we could go for field trips. It can be extra credit, if you check my student file you'll see I do extra credit things all the time, no one will think anything of it," I assure him while slowly dragging my finger down from his lips to his chest. Then I turn walking to my desk to get my backpack and bend over to get it before walking to the door. I open the door and turn back to him, "Think about it Drew, I can show you so much."

"It's Mr. Tor…" he starts as I walk through the door and I look back at him biting my lip, "I guess Drew is okay just not in class."

"Don't worry I'm great at keeping secrets too," I grin and walk off down the hall toward the garden. I wear a secret smile, it's already working and it's only day one! I do so love school.

(DREW)

From the minute I saw her I knew she wasn't a typical student, she has these clear crystalline blue eyes. They look like God took the brightest clearest blue topaz gems and made them her eyes. Her hair is short in these ringlet curls that go just her shoulders, the color somewhere between light cinnamon brown and auburn, changing as the light hits it. She wore a dark purple top with a short sleeve black blazer, black denim skirt and black ankle boots. All through class she bit her bottom lip, intentional or habit I wasn't sure but kept finding my eyes drawn to her especially when she was biting her lip. Her face has a sort of angelic beauty to it but she is anything but angelic. Although she seems to be able to pull it off because when Dom came in to ask her if she had class he thought nothing of her showing me the ropes and touted her among the best students, of course I knew she was smart by her answers in class. Angelic though she may appear Clare Martin-Edwards appears to be rather dangerous actually and I had better be careful. This is my first job, I was lucky to get it and if I get caught even thinking the way I admittedly am right now about a student I will be suspended, if not fired.

I watch her walk down the hall, I can still hear her calling me Drew in my head, no one's ever called me Drew before and as much as I shouldn't I liked the sound of it from her lips. I try to shake it off and go back to what I was doing, finishing my notes, getting things ready for the next class and prepped a little for tomorrow. When the bell rings I go to the faculty lounge to eat lunch, most of the staff is in here and I sit down taking my lunch from my briefcase.

"Hi Andrew how's your first day so far?" Winnie asks. Winnie Oh was the media studies teacher last year but now she teaches the music classes and communication technology broadcast and print production class.

"My first class went very well, I only had three students answering any questions but they were very astute and one of them stayed after class on her spare to help me," I tell her before biting into my sandwich.

"Oh who was that?" Winnie questions.

"Clare Martin-Edwards," I reply.

"Oh Clare yes lovely girl, she's a great student very bright. I had her in broadcast and print production last year. I have her brother Adam in my class this year, they're both good kids," Winnie smiles. "You have your first meeting of the drama club after school don't you?" Winnie queries after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes Clare said I'd be working with Adam and another boy Eli," I comment.

"Eli tends to run things just keep your eye on him. Adam can help there he's one of Eli's closest friends. Have you thought about the play you'll be putting on?"

"I thought I'd let the students decide, within reason of course," I respond.

"I can already tell that you'll be one of the favorite teachers," Winnie says giving me a smile and I smile back.

After eating I go to the office and pull Clare's transcripts, she wasn't kidding she has a ton of extra credit in her file. She doesn't look like your typical brainy student like Wes and Connor but she is one, she has a 7.78 GPA from last year. I knew she was intelligent from the way she answered my questions, but she looks like trouble and I have a feeling she is trouble.

"Getting familiar with your students Mr. Torres?" Principal Simpson asks surprising me a little.

"Yes Sir, Clare offered to show me around, she was very helpful this morning after class but I wanted to be sure it wouldn't distract her from her studies. Although she obviously isn't in any danger of failing," I comment putting her file back in here drawer.

"Clare is one of the few students at this school I don't usually worry about, her and her brother Adam. Uh what exactly did she mean by show you around?" Simpson inquires.

"Oh just that I'm new in town and don't yet know all the media outlets in the city, she seemed to think a few would make good field trips," I tell him and see him relax.

"Toronto is a big city; actually I think a field trip could be good for your homeroom class. Well I'll let you work that out with Clare, I'll bet she's trying to get more extra credit I think she's trying to break the record on extra credit," Simpson smiles and walks back into his office.

I leave the office and go down to the drama classroom since drama production is my next class. Succeeding in pushing Clare from my mind for the first time that day as I set up for class and look at the roll sheet so I know who's in it. None of the names were in my first class so I won't know any of the students. Since the drama classroom has no desks I sit in the director's chair at the front of class. The bell rings and students begin to file in, all of them finding a chair to sit in and after the second bell I start class.

"I'm Mr. Torres; I will also be the faculty advisor for drama club. While not a requirement for this class that you join drama club it is highly recommended and it is required that you help out for at least one production at the end of the semester. We will also be doing two small productions in this class that will be done at assemblies Now does anyone have experience with a drama production?"

A few hands shoot up and I point to a boy wearing mostly black, he also has dark hair but pale skin and green eyes.

"Eli Goldsworthy," he introduces himself, "I've directed the school plays for the last two years and Imogen here does the sets."

I realize he must be Clare's ex but she didn't mention Imogen at all, now I'm thinking about Clare again and I pinch the inside of my wrist to distract myself.

"Great we'll discuss this year's production after school drama club will meet in the auditorium," I tell him and Eli smirks.

The first class is all about ice breaking games and getting the students to open up about each other. When it ends and they all file out to their next class I head back to the media studies room for my communications technology class. There's a very mixed group of each grade in this class, it's a basic open elective and I get the feeling most of the older kids were just looking for an easy class but at least the younger ones seem interested. When the bell rings again the school day is over but my day isn't and I head to the auditorium to meet the drama club. I see Eli here and Imogen, along with Tris and Zig from my fourth period communications technology class. I'm about to get started when Clare walks in with a boy who has auburn brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hi Mr. Torres this is my brother Adam," she smiles.

"Blue Eyes, didn't think you'd be back to drama club," Eli remarks. He's still calling her by the pet name I assume he used when they were dating. The fact that he does so bothers me and the fact that it bothers me is a bad sign, I knew she'd be trouble. "I thought you wouldn't be able to handle working with me after last year," Eli comments to her.

"Oh Eli I'm about the only one that can handle you, besides of course Adam," Clare quips back and kisses her brother's cheek.

"Alright everyone take a seat, introduce yourself and state your preferred job," I tell the students and they all sit down.

"Eli, director of course."

"Imogen, set design and actress," she says and looks at Clare and Adam, "you think Jake will help build sets again?"

"Yeah probably we'll ask him tonight," Adam responds to her and looks at me, "Adam, stage manager or lighting director."

"Clare, prop master."

"Fiona, costume design."

"Zig, actor."

"Tris, actor."

"Dave, actor."

And it goes on like that; most of the kids want to be in the play and not behind the scenes of course.

"Great for those of you not in one of my classes I'm Mr. Torres so I thought I'd let you guys pick which play to do this year. I have to approve it of course; we can't do anything the school board wouldn't approve of."

"I was thinking of a modern retelling of Death of a Salesman," Eli says and I look around the room.

"Any objections?" I ask.

"Eli's had success so far," Fiona shrugs.

"Yes Eli's brilliance is boundless," Imogen grins but she links her arm with Fiona so she seems to be with Fiona yet almost star struck by Eli.

"I already have a script I can make copies and bring it tomorrow and we can start with auditions. Adam can help with auditions," Eli says.

"Great sounds like you have everything handled and my job will be pretty easy this year. Actors why don't you break into group and do some acting and trust exercises, production team go into another group and discuss timeline and jobs, look at budget and any other outside help you'll need," I tell them and the students divide into two groups.

I walk back and forth supervising and watching them, we only meet for an hour today Eli promises to have scripts tomorrow and everyone that wants to act will be auditioning tomorrow. Everyone packs up to leave and I make sure they're all gone before I pack up my stuff and lock the auditorium, then be sure my other classes are locked. There are a few after school groups still here, the student newspaper, Bright Sparks and the football and lacrosse teams are all still here. I get in my car and drive to my house in the East Danforth; it's a nice three story town house with a small yard. I park in my driveway and go inside. I begin unpacking my briefcase when I find a note on purple note book paper with a girl's writing on it.

Did you think about my offer?

That's all it says, there's no name but there is a phone number and I'm sure that it's Clare. I should toss the note, she's trouble and I do not need trouble. I should toss it but I find myself calling the number instead.

"Hi Drew," Clare says in a cheery voice.

"Who's Drew?" I hear a boy ask in the background I'm guessing he's Jake.

"Never mind go help Adam set the table," she replies moving the phone just slightly from her lips and I can picture her lips in my mind. "So does this mean you're taking me up on showing you around?" She asks.

"Purely in a professional manner, you can show me the media outlets, good museums, anywhere you think would make a good field trip for the class. You are my student and we have to maintain a professional relationship," I tell her sternly.

"Oh absolutely Drew," she agrees and I let out a sigh of relief, "so I'll meet you at Gale's Snack Bar in half an hour for dinner then," she says with a coyly sultry tone and hangs up before I can say anything else.

Yep that girl is dangerous, very very dangerous but I'm still going to go down there and eat dinner with her. I've been a teacher for a day and I'm having dinner with a student! My careers off to a great start! If I survive the year it should be an interesting one.

Update next Tuesday picking up with their dinner!