She shouldn't be noticing her. Really, she shouldn't be noticing her. But her brain was fuzzy and the dull roar of the club both seemed like good excuses to do some noticing that usually wouldn't be allowed. Bianca DeSousa was the type of girl to get noticed, after all. Her dark, curly hair, her olive skin, the brown eyes, the seductive smile. The smile that melted and controlled the entire male population of Degrassi. She watched Bianca gyrate between two hulking, strange men on the crowded dance floor. With every toss of her coiffed head, Bianca eluded radiance that stunned everyone. Her white teeth almost glimmered in the annoyingly bright lights of the club, just little flashes of teeth, hidden behind two hot pink painted lips. Bianca twirled the way Alli could never hope to twirl, the girl knew she was sexy, she knew everyone was watching her but. But she didn't know Alli was watching her, and that gave Alli the confidence to feel sexy. Bianca glanced sideways, through her thick eye makeup, straight at Alli, her nerdy, wannabe sexy enemy. Bianca ran her fingers through her curly mane, never breaking eye contact with the young girl, she was like an innocent bear cub, a fragile bird. Bianca sharply swung her body around, pressing herself against one of the boys she was entertaining. That loser couldn't compete with Queen Bianca, and that loser knew it. Nevertheless, Alli Bhandari abandoned her seat at the bar, shakily winding her way towards Bianca. Why? She didn't know. Maybe to extend an olive branch, maybe to join the throng of admirers, maybe request that they just be two dancers on a dance floor tonight. But neither would ever know, because before Alli could reach Bianca, Drew Torres guided her off the floor. And they would never notice each other in that way again.