take it, bitch

An offer? What the fuck could she have that she would want? “Who the fuck are you?” She hissed. But already, Dawn was intrigued. She had the nerve to approach her. Smirking, she turned to the other two. “Fuck off!” She yelled at them and they wasted no time getting up and running away. “Cunts,” she spat at the ground and turned back to her. She had no fucking idea that the two were related. If she knew, maybe she'd be nicer. Then again, maybe not. She hadn't really begun to value family. She hadn't even called her father daddy yet. Family was a complicated mess. Now, friends were a hell of a lot easier. Like Kaden. She knew exactly where she stood with Kaden. Though, even he wasn't so simple these days. Befriending a Degrassi kid? Sure, Matt was hot. He was a good kisser. Still. What the fuck?

She walked up to her, her arms crossed. ''You wanted me? You got me. Now what the fuck do you want? And don't fucking waste my time, bitch, or you'll regret it.'' Dawn was the only kid in her gang of friends besides Kaden who would be liable to do anything. Gabe, Nolan, the others? They had boundaries that they wouldn't cross. Like what went down with the Degrassi couple right before the dance. To Dawn and Kaden, it was not that bad. But Gabe squealed, went home and cried to his daddy. Who made the rounds and called the other parents. Got Nolan sent to Degrassi. Dawn's mom never got the message. It was pathetic. Gabe was such a pussy. Not like Dawn. She was truly dangerous. And she loved every minute of it.

Del Rossi. Like Matt. Was this his sister? She watched her. Listened to her. Then chuckled. ''Are you fucking crazy?'' she was asking to die. And maybe, Dawn should have felt like she couldn't. Like it would be going too far. But she didn't. The only thoughts going through her head was that the girl wanted something from her that most people didn't. And she was fucking bold enough to seek her out. Dawn had no idea why she would do that, but she was definitely intrigued. The girl must be truly fucked up, to want to die. For a second there, she felt sympathy. Thankfully, it passed fairly quickly. She wasn't prepared for this. She almost wanted to turn to her dad for advice. But he was a computer geek. He'd never understand.

Dawn looked around. ''How do I fucking know that this isn't some goddamned bullshit trick? You Degrassi cunts can't be trusted.'' And in her mind, it was true. Ever since she got involved in this whole rivalry, which was pretty much when Kaden had, Dawn had learned that Degrassi kids could be sneaky. Even the nice ones were known for setting traps. Like the time JJ Yorke asked her out. He said that he didn't care about rivalries. But he never did show up. Seven girls did, though and Dawn was held down, molested, and beaten badly enough to wind up in the hospital with a broken arm and some cracked ribs. Not to mention swelling and bruising all over her face, and broken teeth. That was when she was thirteen. So, did she trust Degrassi kids? Absolutely not.

Dawn was obsessed with the Sniper. She wanted to meet her. To find out what kind of fucked up life she had led. So as soon as she told her that she was a victim, Dawn leaned forward and checked behind her ear. Her fingers touched it tenderly. That scar. All of a sudden, she was seeing her differently. But not in the poor-you way the rest of the fucking city probably was. ''And I can do whatever I fucking want? No matter what?'' She had never felt like this before. She was fucking straight! Just ask Craig Manning. But for some reason, she felt close to her. Probably because of that scar. It had her mesmerized.

Dawn nodded. ''The ravine. I'm in if you'll answer a fucking question. How does the Sniper manage to burn a perfect circle?” Because, she wanted to try it. Not on anyone else. On herself. She had tried it four times already. But it didn't look right. And all she was left with as a fucked-up arm. It wasn't like anyone ever knew. Dawn wore long sleeves long before the Sniper. She didn't have a boyfriend, because who would be fucked up in the head enough to date her? Dawn knew what a bitch she was. She had even admitted that to her dad. So it wasn't like anyone gave a flying fuck enough to catch what she was doing. Which was a damned good thing because they'd have her committed. Dawn wasn't crazy. She knew that. She was just a fan. Not because people were dying. She didn't like that part at all. But she did think the Sniper was fucking brilliant. Of course, she wouldn't say it out loud. At least, not to Megan.

So that was how it was done. She would test it first, to make sure it would work. Then, she would do it. Right behind her ear, just like everyone had. She didn't want to have an actual run in with the Sniper. Unlike Megan, she had no desire to die. Now that she had her answer, she followed her to the ravine. She noted that Megan had known exactly where it was. Dawn smirked. So Megan was one of those girls. Good. It somehow made it all easier. Dawn had never actually been here. She was naive and innocent in a way. She knew to an extent what went on here. But she knew from hearing stories only. And part of her wanted a story of her own to tell.

She asked where. Dawn looked around. She didn't answer at first, because she didn't know what her answer was. Until she spotted a parked vehicle. ''the van.'' part of her was nervous. Another part of her was excited. She kissed her briskly. ''You did say anything. Megan Del Rossi.'' with a grin she went to it and opened the sliding door. She turned to her with a smirk. Taking her cell out, she took a picture. Perfect.