PG 13 - Trouble - Degrassi Junior High/Degrassi High - Steph/Liz

Stephanie Kaye charged up to the office desk, “Doris, I need to make an announcement,” she said to the secretary, who dismissed her with a wave of the hand.

Stephanie, can't you see I'm in the middle of something?” Doris asked, indicating to the right of who she was talking to... and then Steph saw her.

She was easily the most amazing looking girl Steph had ever seen. Maybe not the prettiest per se, but she had an intense, vicious look in her eye, accentuated by dark eye make-up and red lipstick; she was beautiful in a dangerous way. Her red and white tank tops covered up her torso, but revealed her pale, creamy skin on the arms and neck... Steph couldn't look away. She kept looking up and down at this new girl, and she had a very good figure. In Steph's opinion anyway. She simply could not look away from this girl, she just kept looking up and down, up and down... No wonder Doris was paying attention to her, not Steph.

Steph heard the door of the principal's office creak open, and tore her eyes away from Liz, embarrassed. What had she been doing? She saw Joey Jeremiah leave the principal's office, muttering under his breath.

"Joey!" Doris cried, commanding Steph's attention along with everyone else's. “This is Liz O'Rourke, she's a new student to the school. I was wondering if you would mind showing her around for a couple of days?”

Joey stared at Liz, obviously finding her appearance as captivating as Steph did... who found herself having pangs of anger as Joey smiled. “Joey Jeremiah, chairman of the welcoming committee. At your service,” he said, making Liz grin, which made Steph feel an overwhelming urge to reach out and strangle him. Why did Joey get to show Luz around? Steph had seen Liz first, hadn't she?

Joey and Liz left the room, and Steph stared after Liz... Urgh, thanks a fucking lot Joey! Steph a surprised even herself with her jealousy, but she couldn't help it. Her stomach was a trainwreck, and she help but stare at Liz... Shit.

“Ahem?” coughed Doris, turning Steph's attention back to why she came there in the first place. “Oh. Um, right. That announcement,” she spluttered out.

She made her announcement and went on her way to the bathroom to change into her school clothes... Simon was going to notice her. He was going to chose her over Alexa. It would happen. Stephanie Kaye gets what she wants, with the exception of a stable home life, the last boy she liked, the self confidence to act like herself and still think she would be liked... the list went on. Honestly, despite what you would say, Stephanie Kaye never really got what she wanted. But she was going to get Simon Dexter.

She entered the bathroom, where Spike was examining herself in the mirror. “Hey Spike,” she greeted. “What are you doing?”

“I'm getting fat,” Spike replied. Steph blinked at Spike a few times. She wasn't really showing yet, what was she talking about?

“I can't see it.” Steph said as she unbuttoned her dorky blouse, revealing the tight blue strapless top underneath.

“I can,” Spike said as Steph shrugged and pulled down her blue skirt, revealing her tight black pants. “I thought you weren't going to dress like that anymore?”

Steph smirked. “I'm going to make Simon notice me if it kills me,” this hyperbolic statement was interrupted by the opening a cubicle, and out walked Liz O'Rourke, immediately drawing all Steph's attention. Liz walked over to the sinks and briskly washed her hands, God, she was so... beautiful. Angry-looking, but so pretty it just made Steph...

Liz went to open the bathroom door, and Steph screamed at her in her head No! Stay! “I love your hair!” Steph said nonsensically. Anything to make her stay.

Steph looked at Liz some more. Why did she have to wear the dipping tank-tops, those jeans that showed half her leg? She was driving Steph crazy! At she certainly wasn't helping with all those rumours that she'd only moved her because her sexual behaviour had gotten too well known throughout her last school?

“You must tell me who does it,” Steph said. Yeah, that made sense. Those rumours must have come from somewhere, and you only had to look at the way she dressed... Steph raised a hand to about where her heart was while she said that, knowing she was drawing attention to just below, and... she wanted Liz looking there.

A look of anger crossed Liz's face, and for a second, Steph was terrified she had figured out what Liz was thinking about her. “At least I don't get changed in the bathroom so mommy doesn't find out about how I dress at school.”

Oh, no, she was only reacting to Steph's double entendre. “Oh, ha ha, good comeback,” was what Steph called out, but... it actually kind of hurt... She wanted Liz to like her, even if she was doing nothing to deserve it.

“The sleaze,” Steph bitched to Spike. “I bet she does it.”

Then Steph actually thought. Spike. The baby. Shane. Lucy's party. Stupid thing to say.

Crap.

“I, I mean, not like you,” she immediately tried to backtrack. “You made a mistake,” she said, not sure if she was actually making things any better. The look on Spike's face certainly wouldn't say so, she just kept looking angrier and angrier.

“Why is it that whenever anyone different shows up, people have to say things about them?” Spike asked and began to walk out of the bathroom.

“I heard something happened at her old school,” Steph said, not really wanting Spike to be mad at her, but with no idea how to fix things. So just voicing all those rumours was good enough. “To do with sex. That's why she moved here,” she said, and in her head, it all made sense. Liz was... she didn't know. “If you ask me, she dresses very... provocative,” Steph said as she pulled the tie from her hair. There must be a reason I'm losing my mind here. Steph was fully aware of how hypocritical she was being, but she didn't care. She was sick of Liz driving her crazy. Spike just shook her head and left the bathroom, making Steph frown.

Maybe Liz wasn't a tramp after all... Hell, maybe Liz was a lesbian? Maybe everyone in her old school had found out, so she had to move and save face? Yeah, that made sense. The lezzie was doing this on purpose, tormenting Steph, making her think things she shouldn't, making her wonder if she was...

Steph didn't finish that thought. Liz wasn't a slut. Liz wasn't a lesbian.

And Steph was in trouble

PG - The Lady Doth Protest too Much - Degrassi Junior High/Degrassi High - Melanie/Kathleen

“I can't believe Miss Avery gave us a 4-part assignment,” Melanie pouted. “I mean, it looks so hard.”

Kathleen smirked viciously. “I guess she just wants to distract us from her and her girlfriend,” she said, making Melanie roll her eyes exaggeratedly.

“Will you get over that rumour already? How is her sexuality any of your business anyway?” Melanie asked, really sick of hearing “Miss Avery's a lesbian” again and again and again and again.

“Why are you so defensive of her?” Kathleen asked, squinting suspiciously. “You're worse than Caitlin. Are you sure your not a lezzie too?”

Melanie sighed. “No, and I'm secure enough with my sexuality to not care about anyone else's. But, you want to know what kind of vibe I'm getting off you?” she said, finally losing her temper. “Shakespeare put it into words properly; the phrase is “the lady doth protest too much, methinks”.”

Kathleen's jaw dropped open. “What did you just call me?”

Melanie felt a sadistic pleasure at how offended Kathleen was. “Don't worry, Kathleen, there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian. But it would be better if you could just admit it, and not take it out on innocent teachers.”

“But I'm not,” whined Kathleen, too emphatically for Melanie to actually take her seriously. Kathleen felt like she was in the middle of an Earthquake, desperately hoping the crack underneath her wouldn't widen.

“You sure?” asked Melanie, and without another moment's hesitation, she leaned over and kissed Kathleen with a resounding smack. It was quick, innocent, and likely to really freak Kathleen out.

That crack? Opened up and swallowed Kathleen whole.

“I...I though you were straight!” she spat out, her stomach twisting into bizarre patterns that would probably resemble some sort of tropical bird if someone took them out of her stomach and spread them out on a table. Her heart's rate sped up to 500 million times normal speed, and she found her face growing beet red.

Melanie shrugged. “I am. Most of the time,” she said, confusingly. “Kathleen, sexuality isn't so straight forward as everyone thinks. Most of the time I am straight, but I wanted to freak you out, and you're really pretty.”

Kathleen felt herself blushing an even deeper red. “I... I am?” the twisty feeling in her stomach she knew perfectly well to identify as butterflies, but... no. Kathleen was not a lesbian. Kathleen could not be a lesbian. Kathleen hated lesbianism. None of this could really be happening; it was all a nightmare or alternate universe she'd accidentally been transported to or something.

Melanie nodded. “Yeah.”

Kathleen started shaking violently. In spite of her claimed heterosexuality, she liked the kiss. A lot. She was really torn over whether to slap Melanie for doing that or grab her and kiss her again. Kathleen began to feel dizzy.

Melanie looked at Kathleen as she shook and swayed. “Kathleen... are you okay?” Come on, I'm not that bad a kisser...

And Kathleen fainted.