A/N: Hey, everyone! I know this isn't my usual. I'm still Cade to the end, I swear... but I have been watching more Degrassi recently and I remembered how much I fucking love this couple. Even if she's a bitch, and he's too good for her, it still struck me as possible. And after that finale when she said sorry and they danced, I couldn't help it. It was just too easy. Also, Adam hits home a lot because I am transgender, as well. I haven't had to deal with nearly as much as he has, but, I understand exactly what he's going through. That ensures the... correctness(?) of my portrayal of Adam in this fic and others. Just thought I'd share. Enjoy!
"Making Amends – and Other Things"
Adam's POV
You didn't know what to think when she looked up at you expectantly from her seat at the table. You also didn't know why in the world she'd ever want to dance with you, with the way she looked and the way you did. She was drop dead gorgeous, like she knew exactly how to make herself go from slutty to stunning. Whenever that transformation happened, it didn't matter because right then a beautiful girl wanted to dance with you.
You look around, just in case she meant someone else, then she reaches for you and drags you out to the dance floor. Not that you aren't 100% willing to dance with her, it's just the last time you asked she heavily declined.
"I'm sorry for saying we couldn't be dance partners. I was an idiot; we would have killed." She apologizes while you're twirling around. You spin her out just enough for her to run into another couple.
"Or killed somebody!" You joke, and you hate the way your voice gets all high pitched when you're happy. It's like she forgets about that, though, because she laughs just as hard along with you.
"Yeah, well, we still would have won the showcase. Hands down." She says sure of herself, and you, apparently.
"How do you know that? You've only danced with me twice, including right now." You reply with a smirk.
"I've danced for years; if anyone can tell a natural dancer, it's me." She points to herself as you spin her out again. You laugh with her, nodding your head in agreement.
"I believe you! So what all kind of dancing have you done?" You ask, just to keep conversation light and easy.
"I used to do some hip-hop and jazz. I also taught the Salsa at one point. Wanna try?" She offers with a smirk, knowing you'll refuse.
"Hell, I'm up for anything." You challenge and she throws her head back in a laugh.
"Well, then, cowboy! Saddle up, 'cause you're in for a long ride." She tells you and you laugh at her lame analogy.
"Cowboy? Really?" You ask her, still grinning.
"It was the first thing I thought of! Now prepare yourself." She orders seriously and you determine it's hot when she does that. She goes through all the steps and movements associated with Salsa dancing and you'd never let her in on it, but you're totally lost. "Okay! You ready?" She asks excitedly. You can't let her down with that big smile on her face so you just nod. She begins the first few steps, but then stops abruptly.
"You're completely lost, aren't you." She states knowingly; she didn't even bother making it a question.
"Absolutely." You deadpan. She laughs at your inability, but you know it's lighthearted.
"We'll just have to save the lessons for another time, then." She tells you and you think that's just her way of letting you know she wants to dance with you again.
"That's fine with me. Let's get jiggy with it!" You shout at her over the new, louder techno music booming through the gym's stereo system. It's her turn to laugh at your wording, but she dismisses it, snaking her way around you so her back is to your front. You like the feeling of your hands on her waist and her hand on your neck. For the next few minutes, until the song changes, all you do is feel. There's no talking, just moving, just dancing and you realize you're okay with that. It gives you time to think.
Never in a million years would you ever think you'd be dancing with Bianca at prom, date or not. Never in a million years would you ever believe she'd give you an apology, even a half assed one. Never in a million years would ever consider her a good person after all she's done to you, but here you are. Never in a million years would you agree that you're content with her in your arms, dancing or not. Nothing has made any sense, and in this moment, you really don't care.
Once the string of techno songs gives way to slower ones, she turns around and you aren't sure whether or not she's going to dance with you this time. Alas, she gives you a lopsided smile, reassuring you with her arms around your neck that she's going to slow dance with you. Not really sure how to start the conversation back up after minutes of silence, you stay quiet.
"What's on your mind, Torres?" She asks playfully, but you see a tad bit of concern in her eyes.
"Oh, nothing. Just how lucky I am to be dancing with such a gorgeous lady." You reply, tipping your 'hat' and throwing your most flirtatious grin at her. She laughs easily.
"I see you're still the charmer, Torres!" She exclaims with a smile on her lips.
"Well I have no idea what you would be talking about, my dear madam." You tell her, keeping up the air of an old fashioned gentleman, southern accent and all. "I'm simply enjoying my night." She takes one hand from around your neck just to lightly hit you in the chest with it. You can see the split second panic in her eyes when she realizes what happened the last time she did that, but it goes away as quickly as it came.
"You, my good sir, are too rich." She gives you the eye while wagging a finger at you. Crisis averted. "And I am beginning to get tired, so I'm going to grab us some punch and talk to your brother for a bit." She says gesturing somewhere over your shoulder.
"Okay, I'll be dancing with Eli and the others." You give her one last small smile before you release her waist and make your way over to your friends.
Bianca's POV
"Hey! Thanks for all of this! For the first time in a while I actually feel safe." You tell Drew, sincerely happy that he brought you.
"Hey, it's the least I could do." He looks just happy to have helped you in some way, but he seems distracted. All of a sudden you spot Vince come through the doors of the gym.
"Oh my God. Vince." You say, gulping. Drew follows your line of sight and you see him become angry.
"Why is he here? We had a deal!" He yells, frustrated.
"As in you talked to him? I told you not to do that!" You throw at him. This is all his fault now.
"I just wanted this to be over." He replies and you see the desperation in his eyes.
"With him it's never over, Drew. I'll handle it." You shake your head at him because you know what's coming. You walk up to him and say "Vince, we can talk about this later. Please leave." You're trying to be forceful without pissing him off.
"So you can be with squeaky-clean James Bond over there?" He throws at you, gesturing towards Drew over your shoulder. At least you know he's watching.
"Just go." This time, you're yelling and you know you've pissed him off.
"I'm not leaving alone." He grits his teeth and grabs your upper arm as if to drag you out if necessary. Drew steps up and you see Vince eying him before he shoves you off. You stumble over to stand by Adam and he catches you, holding you steady. Everyone is watching now, or everyone who cares about you or Drew.
"We had a deal, Vince. She's not going with you." You can barely hear Drew over the music, but you can tell he's not scared. For once, he's not scared. If it were under different circumstances, you might actually be proud of him.
"You gonna stop me?" Vince replies disbelievingly. You think you must be the only one who sees the crazy in his eyes, 'cause Drew isn't backing down and no one is trying to stop him.
Drew shrugs off his tux jacket and hands it to Adam. And you hear him call out "Drew" to try to convince him not to, but he steps up to Vince anyway. You see out of the corner of your eye Eli grabbing Adam by the arm and pulling him back. You know how Adam is; if Drew were getting his ass kicked, he'd run out to help him. Eli's a good friend, keeping Adam from getting himself killed.
Turns out, Drew kicks ass, specifically Vince's ass. He lays him out and spits at him to get out of here. Drew turns around and throws his jacket back on, and we're all a little shocked at him. We all see movement over his shoulder and no one had time enough to move by the time I hear that familiar sound of a gunshot; two, actually. I freak. At first, I glance down to make sure it isn't me, but then I hear a sharp cry from my left. Like I've always feared, someone has gotten shot for me, possibly killed. I turn around, seemingly in slow motion to see that it's Adam who's wailing on the ground with crimson soaking through his crisp white shirt.
You see Eli spring into action at this and run to his side and so does Clare. Everyone but Adam got to seemingly all corners of the room. And Drew seems to be focused on his girlfriend until Eli shouts "guys" so that everyone's attention is drawn to the bleeding boy on the ground. Drew screams "oh, Adam" and you swear you've never seen anyone move that fast. He's at Adam's side in a heartbeat. Speaking of hearts…
"Shit, that could be his heart." You mumble under your breath as you slowly make your way to Adam, that is, before Drew's girlfriend tells everyone to give her space 'cause she knows first aide or some shit. You don't really hear. You aren't even fazed when Adam's binder is revealed. All you know is that Adam, who you've had a wonderful time with tonight, has just been shot because of you. You can barely stand to look down at him and see him crying so much, so you turn away to see the offending weapon lying on the ground.
You debate it for a second, but you walk over and pick it up with the thought in mind that you owe Adam so much already. You barely even hear Drew's question. You just know you've got to finally end this. You walk out the doors, ready to commit murder.
Before you know it, you're standing across from Vince's hideout with his gun in your hand. You've never cried so hard in your life. You almost talk yourself out of it, even. Adam could be dead for all you know while you're standing here indecisive at the end of an ally. You hear footsteps walking up behind you and you jump out of reflex, but you realize it's just Drew.
He manages to talk you into giving him the gun, which he quickly puts away. He also convinces you to call the police on Vince, rather than exacting revenge yourself, even if it means a sentence for you. Mostly it was your insistence to Adam that you are attempting to turn over a new leaf that did it, not Drew's desperate pleas.
While the police question Drew and Katie and take Vince into custody, you're left to your thoughts. This wouldn't be your first time in the back of a cop car, but hopefully it will be your last.
A/N: So, I hope I didn't scare any of you amazing readers off because of my revelation. It's still me! Anyway, I'm totally in love with this story and I already have two other chapters written and like 5 or 6 more planned out. It's so exciting! Granted, they were produced during spring break, but hopefully I can keep up. I wont release a chapter until I have the one after it completed. Have a good day, folks! And review! Sending love :)