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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 9, 2006 20:14:26 GMT -5
He walks triumphantly down the halls. Seems thaty with his wit and charm he's won over most of degrassi. No one suspected it was him who displayed the video and word had gotten out of what peter did..he made them both look like "the slut" and "public enemy #1" It's soo good to be me.. He stops in front of Jt. "Hey Jt right" Jt..giving him an untrusting look. "ya? Dean...?" "ya...i was wondering if you could give peter these letters for me..don't read them." His voice stern "Sure...eh..um ok" "Oh and this one two." He leaves Jt. With them. They were love letters...that he peter and chole had sent each other...how much it pained her to see him drink..and how she had such hopes for him..that he would never hurt her. In the letters was a picture of the crash...choles mangled body on the pavment...in the back of the pic dean wrote..."too bad you did..do i'm guessing you didn't really love her..aw emma is in for a hell of a ride with you. lair. -dean" J.t. looked through the halls and finally saw peter..his voice icy. He thrusts the letters and the picture at peter. "Dean gave these to me to give to you...i dunno what it is." He pushed past peter and j.t. walked out.
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 9, 2006 20:36:02 GMT -5
Peter looked at the pile of letters in his hands and then recognized the writing. They were Chloe's letters. He shook his head and placed the letters in his backpack. Then he walked into the office to see his mom. "Hey Mom, can we talk?"
She looked up from her computer desk and smiled a little. "Yes Peter, what's wrong?"
"Dean--"
"Now Peter, play nice. He was your best friend."
"Mom, did you see my locker? Who else would know about Chloe? And JT just gave me these. Letters from Chloe, from Dean." He shook his head a little and then looked straight into his mother's eyes. "And that video that got leaked about Emma, Dean did it."
"Those are some pretty foul accusations Peter."
He took out his cell and dialed his voice mails. "He tried to get me to buy them off of him mother. He may appear to be Mr. Sweet 'n' Innocent but listen to these."
He handed his mother the cell phone and watched her facial expression when she listened to the voicemail. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Peter. I'll talk to Dean. And I'll also get a janitor to clean your locker after the day is over."
"Thanks Mom." He took his cell phone and the letters back and walked out of the office, a smug expression on his face. Let's see Mr. Smooth act his way out of these. He put the letters back in his bag and walked through the halls, still feeling all of the eyes on him.
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Post by Dean Page l J.T. Yorke on Nov 10, 2006 12:54:18 GMT -5
He swaggers up to peter after meeting with Mrs. H, his trademark smirk on his face. His movements cool and fluid and he stops inches away from peters face and shakes his head. "Really petey...what a sad attempt. What is this twice...ya twice you've failed. Once again...i'm free. But that's besides the point..the fact that you have to get "mommy" to fight your battles..well that's just sad and pathetic..can't take care of this yourself can you. Aw...sad. Talk about being castrated..well I guess we all know you have no balls. It's ok..some people just can't deal with things on thier on..they are called vapid LOSERS." He chuckles and pushed Peter hard against his locker...he grabs peter by the hair and whispers in his ear. "Now listen and listen good...this isn't over...trust me it's not. I have the school and your mother on my side..times up kiddo." He let go...the halls were empty...he left him on the floor and left...as he exited the building he lit up a cig.
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Post by Paige M./Peter S./Elex Warren on Nov 10, 2006 21:27:30 GMT -5
Peter stood up and dusted off his jeans. He may have Mom on my side but I'm not stupid. He only thinks he has the school. He just doesn't know the truth. And I'm guessing Mom didn't mention Chloe. Thank god. He walked out of the building and to the car his father had bought him. He climbed in and drove away from the school, glad that day was over.
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