Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, as always.
A/N: Short and written on pure impulse. Dedicated to a friend at school who's always been there.... They kind of made me think of this spur-of-the-moment thing. Now read, or hit the back button.
I sat on the front steps of Degrassi with only the company of the February wind and my lunch of French fries and water. Ever since the breakup, I'd been here a lot. I wasn't about to go to the caf and watch him desperately try to get some ass with Manny Santos, slut extraordinaire. So I, the most popular girl in school, come here to sit and mope.
The main thing, well, in this case person, on my mind is Spinner Bastard Mason. Second would be his face sucking companion, Manuela the whore. Supposedly they're a couple now, at least, that's what Spin loudly brags to his friend's about. I think he does it to make me feel guilty for dumping him, which you could say works whenever I catch him playing tonsil hockey with her. Sometimes I have to remind myself that he's a hormone-crazed jerk who got me canned, then had the nerve of making me seem like I was attacking him...But thinking of him makes me realize just how alone I am. And how I hate it. Yes, Paige Michaelchuk, Degrassi's "it" girl, alone. I'm surrounded by friends and at the same time suffocating in my own thoughts.
It's pathetic.
After I finish off the last of my French fries and drain my water, I hear the doors open behind me and footsteps draw near. I hope it's not Spinner, I have yet to come up with an insult great enough to make him just disintegrate on the spot. I suppose this is where persistence is needed...Whoever the mystery person is, stops somewhere behind me.
"Another victim of Manny Santos, I presume?"
"For your information, I dumped him, not the other way around." I reply bitterly.
"Not from what I've seen." He says, taking a seat on the steps next to me.
"J.T., do you try to be annoying, or is it just a birth defect? I'm leaving..." I stand up, moody and upset. But just as I begin to head inside, J.T. grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"Paige, listen. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to bring it up like that. I just thought, y'know, you needed someone to talk to.... You're not the only one to have their heart broken, so stop acting like it's the end of the world." J.T. says, letting go.
I stop, is this really the J.T. I knew back in grade nine? He seems to be more mature, or maybe he just isn't as clingy.... I sit back down next to him.
"Okay hon, maybe I... Overreacted. I was just pissed... Spin carries on like our year and a half meant... Nothing." I mutter. "Sometimes, I thought he just wanted me for sex. I guess I was right, seeing that he immediately picked up Manny after our breakup. Now I'm alone, literally."
J.T. nods, it appears that he understands. Finally someone does.
"Spin's an asshole. And a hypocrite. You're still Paige Michaelchuk, queen of the school, he's gone back to being a loser." J.T. comments, giving me a slight smile. Unlike the ones in the past, it's not false, it's warm and kind. Odd, but nice.
It was awkward. Here I was, pouring out my deepest emotions to J.T. All this time, I'd stereotyped him as being the annoying little kid who pisses on ant hills and pulls girl's hair, but now that I actually get to know him, he's not so bad.
Suddenly, on impulse I press my lips against his. I guess I'm losing my mind, I'm actuallykissing J.T. Yorke.
To my surprise, he kisses back.
Maybe I'm not so alone after all.
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