Okay, so this is a new Badam story I thought of. I really liked them throughout the whole show, and I feel like they had a lot of potential. This is set a few years after high-school, they're both in college. Bianca is of course a year ahead of Adam. In this story, they were always rivals and never reconciled. She always hated him, all throughout school. I have an idea of where I'm going with it, but suggestions are always welcome, thanks for reading!
He recognizes her, it actually only takes a few seconds for the flashbacks to start pouring in. Memories he'd long buried away, buried deep down in his subconscious - ones that'd only make a reappearance if he had a bad experience again. For a moment, he wonders if she can tell who he is, to. They make eye contact, and he notices how she squints her eyes, almost as if she's trying to bring back some recollection of who he might be by doing so. Her eyes only flicker I've this face for another moment before she cranes her neck slightly and glances behind her, it seems like she's trying to figure out who he's staring at, but he could be wrong.
Suddenly, she's coming towards him, a focused look embedded into her features. He flinches - it was involuntarily, remembering the last time she gazed at him with this much vigor, he knows it wasn't friendly in the slightest then, and can only imagine what she's planning now. Ducking behind his open book in attempts to hide from her, it proves to be of no use as she's still heading his way without so much as a halt. Clenching his eyes shut, and repositioning the book in front of his face once more, he hopes this is all some weird twisted dream - or nightmare, rather. She's getting closer, he can feel her presence, it's almost radiating. When the clicking of her heels is silence, he knows she has to be directly in front of his table, but he still refuses to lift his eyes to meet hers.
"How do you read upside down? Must take some real skill." He hears her say, causing his eyes to open hesitantly, only to see that his book is in fact upside down.
Quickly fixing it right side up, he straightens in his seat, forcing his eyes to meet hers. To his surprise, she wasn't holding a look of disgust, actually there wasn't even a mere hint of a grimace, either. He'd never seen her look at him with such a softened expression. Quite frankly, he didn't know it was possible. Then again, he hadn't seen her in years and people change, right?
"Oh, uh, I didn't notice and uh," he begins to fumble with his words, unsure of how to actually speak to her. This is the longest conversation they'd ever held without some form of an insult being thrown his way - of course, that's not counting the one he had with her at her locker that day after dance class.
She holds up her hand in protest to his stuttering, and he doesn't know how, but he manages to cease for the time being. "You don't really to explain yourself. I couldn't care less about you and that damn book. I just wanted to know why you were staring, you gotta problem?"
He notices her tone, it's not harsh, despite the brashness of her words. It seems welcoming to some extent, but he knew her, he knew she could never let people believe she was even somewhat friendly. It'd take away from her whole essence, but again - he knew better.
When she gains no response from him, she arches a firm brow, causing him to snap out of his gaze and back into reality. "I didn't mean to stare... I don't have a problem and," he found himself being cut off by her once more; she let out a mute laugh, shaking her head as she did so.
"I'm just messing with you, kid. You seemed lonely, so I figured I'd come bug you a bit. What's your name?" She takes a chair from the table directly next to his, pulling it up and sitting down just before she crosses her legs, then shoots him another look. It seems friendly, but she's proving to be harder to decipher than before.
He has to take a moment to let her words replay in his head. She didn't recognize him, she asked for his name, she didn't even remember who he was. That couldn't be right, could it? They had too much history. Granted, most of it was encounters of disdain, but that still should hold something.
"Oh, well uh, I'm Adam. I was just trying to cram in some extra studying time in before the test I've got Monday," he says nonchalantly, testing the waters to see if his name might possibly ring any bells in her head.
She simply nods her head in understanding, holding out her hand to meet his. He hesitantly takes it, shaking it lightly with his own. The grip lingers for a second, and she's first to pull away.
"I'm Bianca," she states after a moment, but he already knows that.
This is all too weird for him. She'd never been this nice, but he understands why. He guesses that it is plausible that she doesn't recognize him. He'd been on T for a few years, had his surgeries and both made a significant change in his appearance. He'd grown taller, cut his hair and had it styled differently than before. His jawline was more defined; hell, everything was more defined, but he liked to think something about him still radiated Adam Torres. His wardrobe hadn't made a drastic change. He still sported flannels, hoodies, jeans; the whole deal. But she still didn't remember him. Maybe that was a good thing, or that's what he kept telling himself. Maybe, just maybe, they had an actual chance at being friends. Sure, it was a foolish thought and it'd piss her off to no end if she ever found out, but it was a chance, one he was willing to take.
"Nice to meet you Bianca," he tried to give his best smile, hoping she'd mirror it. She did, and he knew she would.
"Nice to meet you to," her grin subsides and eventually, so does his. They sit in silence for a moment, as he watches her tear off a corner of his his notes and pull a pen out of her purse. She jots a number down, and scribbles her name beside it before leaning over and placing it in his palm. She closes his fingers over the paper, and again, he swears he feels her touch linger, but that could be his mind playing tricks on him.
"I'll see you another time, Adam," she puts emphasis on his name, but he's not sure why.
It takes him a moment to process everything, but eventually he's able to push himself out of his erratic thought process. By then, she's already long gone and he's left alone with his notebook and a small piece of paper.
That's just a start, but I left it off on a good note, that won't last long, though :). I hope you like where I'm going with this, please review and all that jazz, thanks!