New story. Yeah... I know. I dont know how long it's going to be, but it's mostly going to be told through Maya's point of view unless stated otherwise. I like this idea, so I hope you will too :]

This is sort of a prologue, I guess. A long ass one.

So enjoy. I own nothing.


I've always hated Campbell Saunders.

Ever since the moment that jerk took his first step into Degrassi. He was such an asshole, and still is. All bigheaded because of his damn hockey career. Like, really. Who the hell did he think he was?

He and I (unfortunately) share a French class. And of course, our lovely teacher, just had to pair us up to be partners for the whole semester.

I really wish I wasn't the only one that had seen the look of disgust he'd given me as soon as he'd taken the seat next to mine. But don't worry, I gave him one right back.

I really don't understand why he hated me. To be honest, I'm the only one (girl or boy) who doesn't give a damn that he was basically already drafted into the NHL at only fifteen years old in this entire school.

If anything that made me want to punch him more because it made him even more bigheaded than ever.

Anyway, that's not the point of this story.

The point is to show you, the readers, how awful it can be, to be someone people expect so much from, when that someone isn't even sure of just who they are quite yet.

All I'm saying is this: on February 28th, I got invited to my first senior party.

And at that party, was when I became Campbell Saunders' dirty little secret.


It started off as any normal day. I went to school, suffered through my first hour of math class, and then walked right into my French class, where my friends, Tori, Talia and Tristan were all waiting for me.

Yeah, I know. I was best friends with the "Triple Ts". Trust me, I've never heard that one before.

Forgive me if I don't roll my eyes right now.

Anyway, I took my usual seat beside Tristan, when Cam walked in. He waved me over and I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going to him."

Tristan sighed, "Just go. He's probably trying to get your attention to talk to you about a project or something."

"Or he wants to get in your pants." Talia offhandedly added. Tori, Tristan and I just gaped at her, "What? He's a stereotypical jock, of course he wants Maya to ride the Cam Train."

"Oh gross." I pretended to gag, actually feeling a little sick. "I would never have sex with Cam."

"That's what you say now," Talia responded, but in a voice that meant she really wasn't going to back off this idea. I hated it already. "He's still waving by the way." Yeah, smooth move, ignore my glare.

"Good, then he'll be happy with me, completely ignoring his existence." I said, turning around and pulling my textbook out.

Tori looked above me, "I don't think he's okay with that."

I looked at her confused, "Wha—" I didn't get to finish. A hand slammed down in between us and I looked up to see a very clearly pissed off Cam above me.

"Matlin." He said, his voice deep, which only meant he was pissed off. "Why aren't you responding to me?"

"Because I hate you. I thought I made that pretty clear." I snapped. "Go away, before I make you go away."

"Such a weak threat." He laughed, (actually laughed humorlessly). "We need to finish this project."

I wrinkled my nose, "No. What you need to do, is get the fuck out of my face."

"I don't want to fail this assignment."

"Well, you should've thought of that before you treated me the way you have been." I turned away. "Go, Cam. I'll talk to you later." I waved him off. I had heard later that he looked pretty much pissed off and a little hurt (which surprised me) from Talia who was observing the whole thing. The only thing that observation did was confirm her theory that he wanted to sleep with me.

Right, Talia. Right.

Please notice that sarcasm.

"Wow, Maya. Harsh much?" Tristan looked a bit offended.

"What the hell?" I looked at him. "Whose side are you on? Mine or his? He treats me like shit. I treat him like shit. It's how we work. Have you not been around these last few months?"

"Still, you could've been a little less bitchy." Tristan responded and I just rolled my eyes knowing he'd get over it sooner or later.

"From an outsider's perspective, I see where Tristan's coming from, but from an insider's perspective, I totally support this. High five girl!" Talia raised her hand and I hit it while Tori just shook her head.

"You guys make absolutely no sense. I don't even know why I hang out with you sometimes."

"Yes, but you love us." I said, blowing kisses in her direction, Talia doing the same.

Tori laughed, "Shut up."

I smiled, these were the only friends I needed. Tristan would eventually get over what I did to Cam (he always did).

I didn't need Cam Saunders.

Never did, never will.

At least that's what I thought.


"Maya, Maya… holy shit, Maya!" I looked up from taking my books out of my locker to see that Tori was running towards me at top speed. Tristan was behind her, looking just as excited as she did.

"What?" I asked, looking confused, when they literally came to a stop in front of me, almost knocking me against the lockers, but luckily we all regained our balance just in time.

Tori waved something in front of me, and I took it from her.

"What is this?"

"Read it and you'll find out!" She told me excitedly. I gave her a look, but did as she had suggested, my eyes widening the more I read.

"This is an invite to Drew Torres' party tonight." I told them, "How did you get this?"

Tori shrugged, "We were walking down the hall and Adam stopped us. He told us to give this to you, since for some reason he couldn't find you anywhere, imagine that, and then he said we could come if we wanted to."

Let me just explain something to you guys, really quick. I'm in a band, Whisperhug. Yeah, I know, the name of it wasn't my idea, it was this quirky girl named Imogen's idea. Anyway, I'm in the band with Adam Torres, who's stepbrother is the popular as fuck jock, Drew Torres who dated my sister, had sex with her, and then dumped her the next day for some skanky bitch (my sister's words, not mine). He was pretty much a jerk in my eyes, but his brother was pretty chill. Adam constantly apologized for Drew's actions with my sister, but since I knew it wasn't Adam's fault, I never blamed him or got pissed off at him. Adam was cool; Drew was not.

"Cool." I responded, putting my hands on my hips. "Let's go to this party then."

"Wait, now that the excitement of actually behind invited to a senior's party has worn off… what are you going to tell Katie or your mom?" Tristan asked.

Okay. Point Tristan. I hadn't thought of that.

But I did have an idea. "I'll just tell them that we got invited to some other niner's birthday party."

"And if Katie shows up?" Tori pointed out.

I shrugged, "She's always with Jake. I doubt neither of them will get out of whomever's bedroom their in tonight to give a shit about Drew's party."

"Wow," Tori looked impressed, "you've really thought this out."

I shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a Matlin. And Matlin's are born for this kind of shit. Anyway." I handed them back the invitation. "Let's meet at your house, Tori. We'll get ready there and then go."

Tori nodded, "Perfect." Then she stared off into the distance and I noticed Cam was there with his hockey friends. Ugh, times a million. "Do you think Cam's going to be there?" I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. She had a sort of dreamy far away look in her eyes.

Wait. No. Did Tori like Cam?

"I'm sorry, what?" I blinked. "Did you just ask if Captain Ass is going to be at the party?" Did I hear that right?

She looked at me, "What? Even though he is an ass towards you, you have to admit. He's really cute."

"Yeah. If he got mauled by a bear or something and had scratches all over his face, then maybe he'd be somewhat attractive." I scoffed, but then had a thought. "Do you like Cam?" I asked her seriously and Tori bit her lip, looking down, she blushed.

That only meant one thing.

Tori had a crush on Cam.

Fuck my life.

"Okay." Tristan said, "I think we've got our answer."

"You can't blame me, or hate me," She added just for my benefit. "He's just so cute and… I can't help it!"

Yeah, I couldn't really blame her there.

"Okay." I sighed, closing my locker. "I don't hate you, but… damn girl. I wasn't expecting that."

"Well, now you know." Tori lifted a hand to somehow prove a point or something, I wasn't totally sure. "At least it doesn't affect you at all, because you two hate eachother."

I laughed, "You're right, Tor. There's no way in hell I'd actually fall for him." We started to walk to class. "The thought of that is actually really comical come to think of it."

"See? So you'll let me date him? You know, assuming he likes me back."

I nodded, "Do whatever you want. Just be careful." I warned her, "We don't know if he's the commitment type or the puck bunny type."

If only I had known then.

I probably would be in the situation I'm in now.


I had just gotten out of the shower, when the door to my room opened and Katie stuck her head in. Which then caused me to freak out, since she'd scared the shit out of me.

"Katie!" I yelled, "What the hell!"

"Why are you talking a shower so early?" She nonchalantly asked.

"Because I want to? Why would it matter to you?" I hurriedly tried to cover myself up. Even though we were sisters and had grown up together and had taken baths together and had gone skinny dipping when we were kids together, it was still awkward for my sister (let alone anyone else) to see me naked, especially since I was in high school now.

"You normally take a shower at night."

I gave her a look, wondering where she was going with this. "Katie, does it really matter?"

She nodded, then grinned. "Does my little sister have a date? Oh! With Zig? He's in your band right?"

I shook my head. Zig and I would never work out. He dated Tori and then broke up with her because he had kissed another girl. Almost like what Drew did to Katie, but without the sex. Zig and I were pretty rocky, but he was still pretty cool. Since we only hung out when we rehearsed for Whisperhug, Tori didn't really care.

Not that she cared about him and what he did anymore anyway.

"I'm going to a party. My friend…" Shit I forgot to think of who was having a birthday party tonight. "Uh…" Better just go with the first person who pops into my head. "Sara's birthday party is tonight."

Katie raised an eyebrow. "You have a friend named, Sara?"

I nodded. It was true. We were in math and history together. We always did our work and stuff.

"Oh." Katie said, "Alright. Well, do you need a ride?" There went that suspicious look again. My sister should really consider a career in being a detective or lawyer or something, she was really good at not only figuring things out, but getting people to crack.

Luckily, she'd never cracked me. At least not yet.

I quickly shook my head.

"Okay." She stopped being suspicious, thank god. "Tell Sara I said happy birthday."

I nodded. Sara knew my sister because Katie had been president for a while before she had a sort of breakdown and exposed Drew to the school. After that she cut and dyed her hair black. Yeah, don't ask.

Katie left then and I made a mental note to text Sara on my way to Tori's to tell her to cover for me. She was nice enough that I knew she'd do it.

I quickly got ready and then went downstairs, where I saw my mom watching tv. She looked up at me.

"Where are you going?"

"To a party."

My mom stared at me for a moment before shrugging and waving me off.

Cam wasn't the only one that hated me. I was convinced my mother did as well, since whenever I talked to her, she kinda acted like she didn't give a damn what I did. Tori, Talia and Tristan didn't know this. Not even Katie really knew since my mother acted nice to me around her. If I were to say something though, she'd cut me off before I could speak, but Katie never seemed to notice for some reason. But when it was just my mother and I, the bitch was on point.

I took that as a cue to leave and did, the door slamming hard behind me.


I showed up to Tori's house about twenty minutes later, remembering I still had to text Sara, I sent her a quick one and got a response a moment later. She said she was going to the party too and had no problem telling Katie the next day if she went up to her that it had been her birthday. Though she did remind me her birthday was in September. Silly me, I guess.

"Finally, you bitch! You're here!" Talia pulled me inside and I laughed.

"Hi to you too, Talia."

"We've been waiting for you, forever!" Tori called to me, and I looked up to see she was leaning over the railing to the staircase. "Tristan's here already and we're just waiting on you to finish getting ready. Hurry upstairs!" She disappeared the and I sighed, going up the stairs, I went into her room, and saw Tristan on the bed.

"Finally!" He said and I rolled my eyes. He picked up my damp hair. "We need to do something with this, sweetie."

I batted his hand away. "Go suck an egg."

"Come on, Maya." Talia said, lifting a tube of red lipstick. "Let's get you looking hot."

I eyed her suspiciously, "Why?"

"Its your first senior party." She pointed out, "You have to look hot."

I sighed, "Fine. Do whatever you guys want to do. I wont even argue. There's no point." I looked at Tori, "You're a fashionista." I looked at Tristan, "You're… into fashion." I looked at Talia. "And you're… just fashionable."

"You do realize they all mean basically the same thing right?" Tori asked.

I glared at her, "Just shut up and make me look hot."

If only I'd known what a big mistake that'd be.


I swear, when we walked into the party, I felt like a Barbie doll. For one thing, when I looked in the mirror when Tori, Talia and Tristan were finished, I actually felt and looked like one. My lips were red, my eyes were dark and the blue literally popped. My hair was straight and I had on leather pants that went barely past my ass, an off the shoulder pink top and pink four inch heels.

I couldn't believe it was really me when I looked in the mirror. They had done an amazing job.

Now, if anyone asked, I'd probably blame Tori, Tristan and Talia for my actions. But obviously, that would be unreasonable. They didn't have much to do with the decision I had made. It was all me.

I was convinced of it.

Back to the present time, as I was saying, we walked into the party like we owned the damn place. We were just four too badass for words badasses. Looking back on that, I realize that made no sense. I did feel pretty gangster though.

"Ooh look!" Talia unlinked her arm from mine. "It's Harry! I have to go say hi to him." And she was gone.

"There's Dave!" And off went Tristan.

"I see Jenna!" Goodbye Tori.

"Don't leave me!" I said, and hit my hand against my leg before turning around and noticing a cooler full of alcoholic drinks.

Another thing I should mention is that I'm the youngest of my group of friends. Talia's actually two grades higher than us. So she's sixteen, Tori was apparently held back in grade four, so technically though she should be in grade ten, she's in grade nine with us. She's fifteen, and Tristan… well, he's in the same grade as me (thank god) but he's already fifteen. Since I was born so damn late in the year, I was still only fourteen. That meant my friends would all be able to drive, but me, until a year later.

Trust me when I tell you, it sucked.

Anyway, I knew deep down inside I shouldn't be drinking since I was still technically a kid, but at the same time (for some reason I'll never understand) I decided I didn't really give a shit. I'm convinced it was me being rebellious that did it. Who knows, really.

I, of course, being me, had struggle popping the top open. I tried dancing along with the music to make it seem like it seem like I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary—or embarrassing.

No such luck on my part.

"Here, let me help you with that." I looked up and to my surprise, Campbell freaking Saunders was holding his hand out, offering to help me.

It was too bad I got pretty defensive.

"No. Why would I want help from you?" I snapped, pulling the drink away.

He raised his eyebrows, but didn't seem to acknowledge my outburst. "Aren't you kinda young to be drinking?"

"Aren't you?" I shot back. "You're a year older than me."

"True." He nodded, "But I'm at that age where drinking is normal. You're doing it kinda early."

"Is this your way of saying you're trying to look out for me? Because if it is, you should really quite while you're ahead." I started to walk past him, but he quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"I'm contributing to underage drinking. Sue me." He then grabbed my drink and opened it, without any effort (damn him) and gave it back to me. "Here drink up, maybe it'll loosen you up a little and you'll stop acting like a bitch."

I glared at him, "Doubtful. But you're more than welcome to go be a douche elsewhere."

"Whatever, Maya. Have fun getting drunk."

I narrowed my eyes and smirked, "I plan to."

After I'd had a few more (Adam had come to my rescue, thank god, and saved my ass), I was starting to feel a bit woozy and lightheaded. So much so to the point that when I stepped forward, I tripped and fell to the ground, laughing my ass off after partying and taking shots with all these different people I'd either met in class or hadn't met in my life. It was new and interesting talking to different people.

"Maya? What are you doing?" I heard and looked up to see Zig help me up. As soon as I had stood up though, I ripped my arm away from his and pointed at him, my finger lazily on his chest as he backed up.

"I'm—I'm okay." I said, and turned, taking a shot from whomever it was behind me, I tilted my head back and swallowed it all. "I'm just having fun."

My words were starting to slur together.

"Come on, I'll walk you home." Zig offered, but I shook my head.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it home." Then I waved and turned around. Spotting an empty room, I walked into it, and closed the curtains. I thought it was strange then that there were curtains just hanging around. What a strange home.

I laid down on the bed, and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired, but I was definitely feeling a little nauseous.

I faintly heard the sound of the curtains opening and then the bed sunk down a little bit. Turning around I noticed it was Cam.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, and to my surprise, it wasn't a snap. It was an actual, genuine question.

"I'm here to make sure you're okay."

Well, that was a surprise.

I raised my hand in the air and giggled, "I'm fine. You don't have to check up on me."

My vision was getting blurry, and I felt very nauseous then, but I tried to swallow it back so I wouldn't puke all over him. I sat up then, to look at him better and noticed he'd been lying beside me.

At least sitting up helped a bit.

"Why aren't you with your friends?"

He shrugged, "Some left, some were pissing me off." I turned over and stared up at the ceiling. I looked in his eyes and noticed he was a bit drunk himself, but I was too drunk to see if it was as drunk as I was… if that made any sense.

I sighed and laid down beside him, staring up at ceiling as well, the music and the loud cheers from all the drunken idiots outside was still pounding in my head, and I wondered for a brief second where my friends had gone.

"I have a question." I said, and I saw Cam turn his head towards me. "Why do we get drunk at high school parties?"

"I don't know." He shrugged, "Isn't this your first one?"

I shook my head. "It's my first senior party, but not my first high school party."

"Wow, Matlin. I didn't think you were the party type."

I really wasn't, but he didn't have to know that. Most of the parties I'd been to were pretty tame. Not much drinking, a lot of card games, and I'm pretty sure we played truth or dare at one of them.

"Yeah…" I sighed and it was awkwardly silent.

"Why do you hate me?" He suddenly asked and I turned my head towards his.

"Why do you hate me?" I repeated back.

"I asked first."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. Because you're a bigheaded jerk who's star player status got to his head."

"Really? That's why you hate me?"

"You also gave me a look of disgust when we got partnered for the semester. So yeah, I'd say I pretty much hate you for those reasons. Now answer me."

"I don't hate you." Well, that was surprising. "I just thought you hated me so much that you'd never like me as a person. To be honest, you're the only person at the school who's treated me normally. Or, if what you call the way you treat me normal. All the others treat me like the star player I am. I hate it."

Wow, I didn't know all of that.

"So you don't hate me?" He shook his head. "You just act like you hate me because I hate you?" He nodded. I was confused. "Okay." I said, "I'm officially mind fucked."

He laughed and I laughed. It felt good to laugh with Cam. To my surprise, I actually liked it.

"So, Matlin. I have another question." I looked turned again to see he was looking right at me. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

He nodded and for some reason I felt hurt by it. Weird, I know. "Her name is Randi. I don't really want to be with her anymore." Wow, that was honest.

"Then why are you with her?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. We're long distance now, she's in Kaupskasing. I'm… here obviously." I nodded. He looked in between my eyes and my lips and I felt anxious suddenly. I knew what was coming next. "Can I kiss you?"

I could've thought of a million reasons why we shouldn't have kissed. He had a girlfriend, I technically "hated" him, though I was starting to change my mind about that. We were drunk, at a party, alone in someone's awkwardly closed off bedroom where anyone could find us.

But none of those reasons mattered. So, I just nodded my head and we both leaned in, our lips capturing each other's, becoming more and more intimate as time passed.

He got on top of me and started to kiss me harder, my legs wrapping around his waist as I pushed against him, moaning in his mouth as his hands traveled underneath my shirt.

Looking back on it now, I should've realized the most important reason.

Tori liked Cam.

But I didn't think of it.

Not then.

And most definitely not until after I did what I did.

In fact, I didn't realize it until much, much later.

And that, dear readers, is that exact moment, I became Cam Saunders' dirty little secret.


Lots of foreshadowing there, Maya... dun dun dun.