Degrassi Next Class: SEASON 3

302 #EnoughIsEnough

"Okay-"
"-so Zoë will probably ask you and your band to perform at the fundraising ceremony that Miles' dad is holding at the school so you guys should probably work on a set list," Tristan says as he marks things down on his notebook. Maya nods as she grabs her bag.
"Is something wrong?" Tristan asks as he sets his things down.
"I'm fine. Why would something be wrong? I'm perfectly fine," she says with a smile. Tristan folds his arms and nods.
"Whatever you say, Maya. I'll see you around,"
"See ya," Maya leaves the room. Miles walks in and sets his bag down before planting a sweet kiss on Tristan's cheeks.
"What's that for?" Tristan asked, touching his cheek.
"Nothing. My schedule this year is pretty flexible this year. I have a free period right now and then one again in the afternoon so it looks like I can come by and be with you," Miles said as he watched Tristan as his face lit up. Tristan nods awkwardly as he takes out his phone.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy?"
Tristan was silent for a while.
"I need some space..." he blurted out. "It's not you, it's me...okay...maybe it's you...like too much of you..." Tristan explained. Miles scratched his head, confused.
"I don't get it. Are you...losing feelings for me?" Miles asked, his expression sad.
"No! Miles, no. I love you it's just...we see each other every day and...I miss missing you, if that makes sense," Tristan chuckled. Miles stared at his phone, still confused.
"Whatever then...I have some homework to do anyways. See ya tomorrow," Miles grabbed his bags and angrily walked out of Tristan's room. Tristan stared at the door.
"Okay bye I love you too?"

Maya stood in front of the soda machine as she waited for her can of coke. She could hear beeping in the room behind. She turned around and peeked inside to see a little boy laying in his bed with all types of wires attached. Maya stared at the boys pale and almost dead looking face. She turns her attention to the blood bag that hung from the IV holder. She watched as drops of blood falls in and through the tubes.
"Excuse me?" A nurse startled her. "What are you doing?" Stuck at words, Maya hears her coke fall out and grabs it. She speed walks away from the nurse and the room. What was I doing? She thought to herself. She didn't know why but she liked the sight of blood. That's all she could think about.

Grace stands near her locker with head phones on. Jonah tries to sneak up on her but Grace immediately turns around, startling Jonah.
"Geez," Jonah said. "How did you..."
"Sneaking up on someone while they're using headphones? Oldest trick in the book..." Grace smiled. She stared down at her hand as she put it over her mouth and coughed Jonah patted her back.
"You okay?" He asked. "CF things?" Grace nodded as she grabbed her inhaler. She rushed to the bathroom and coughed into the sink where she had seen blood drip from her mouth. Jonah bursted through the doors to check on her.
"Get out...this is the girls wash room," Grace tells him. Jonah sighed.
"You don't have hide it. We all know. And I'm here for you," He told her as he put his hand on hers. Grace stared at him and cleared he throat.
"So how are things with you and Frankie?" She asked, changing the subject.
"She's always asking me if I'm okay...Jonah this...Jonah that...Jonah sit down and relax on my couch made of money and while I tell you about my day..." Jonah imitates his girlfriend. Grace chuckles at his impression. The stalls shook open. Frankie stood beside them, her arms folded. She looked at Jonah with sad eyes and Jonah immediately felt bad.
"Frankie, I..."
"I have to get to class," Frankie said as she walked passed him.
"Come on, Frankie don't be like that..." Jonah said. Grace exchanged glances between the two before walking towards the exit.
"No," Frankie said as she stopped her. "You stay. It looks like he needs you more then he needs me," Frankie shot Jonah a look before walking out of the girls wash room in tears.

Zoë stands inside the council office and nods as she listens to Tori's proposal to change the school meals.
"The cafeteria feeds us rubbish like French fries, burgers, chilli,"
"Your point is?" A student said out loud. Tori looks around the room and her palms start to sweat. Zoë clears her throat and folds her arms.
"For crying out loud, when someone has the floor then they have the floor. So have some damn respect! Tori, please continue," Zoë gestures her hand to her. Tori smiles.
"Thanks...anyways, these foods are so unhealthy. I mean we need more healthier choices," Grace and Jonah walked into the student council office together. Zoë noticed the two smiling at each other. Jonah then immediately raised his hand.
"Grace and I have a proposal. Something we'd like to share with you all," Jonah said as he quickly glances at Grace. Zoë folds her arms before nodding.
"Okay so as you all know, Grace and I, along with a couple of other students,
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