OKAY. UPDATE TIME. I'm back! Feels so good to log back on. I have been super busy with work lately, that I honestly haven't sat down in a while to write! ANYWAYS. I have this whole new idea for a brand new, fresh story for y'all. Whole new beginning, whole new story.

ALSO! I DO have a tumblr account now! I will be accepting requests for fics, answering questions, following you guys back, and also telling you guys when I am writing, and when I will be updating. I've actually had it for a while now, just never really posted. SO! My tumblr is "Degrassizaya" (come on, you didn't see that coming?) So go follow me!

NOTE: So do you guys remember my one-shot on here called, "Boom, Clap"? It was a little Zaya fluff. Well, I was just going to make this story an add on to it and go from there, but I figured, I want this to be a fresh new story, and also I figured not everyone has read that one shot. SO, if you HAVE read it, this first chapter is going to be VERY similar, almost exact. But now, it's no longer just one chapter. I will say that I do not have these chapters organized or planned out, I only have the first 3 chapters mapped out so far (there's a lot more than three chapters, don't worry!), but other than that I have no idea how long this story will be. SOOO without further ado, GO READ.

Summary: 16 year old Maya Matlin is at a point in her life where everything just seems wrong. Her boyfriend is, well, not her boyfriend anymore, her friends are dropping like flies one by one, her father that left her mother(and her family...) eight years ago wants to now mess around with her already unstable home life. She needs an outlet...she needs a getaway. She needs a boy like Zig Novak.

(MAYA'S P.O.V.)

"Come on, babe! Jump in!"

I literally think I cringed, sitting on some long lawn chair, holding a red solo cup halfway filled with alcohol. I was at Mile's house. He was hosting this huge party that I honestly didn't care about, but went anyway. Miles was my boyfriend, until he decided to do what he did. Something unforgivable.

I had gone through about five cups of mixed alcoholic drinks so far tonight. I was feeling it, but at the same time my body was just shut down. I was staring at all the annoying, drunk teens have fun, kissing their boyfriends or girlfriends, dancing to the awefully loud music, talking crap on one another's best friends, and I was just sitting there like a loser. Don't get me wrong, I had a couple people already come up to me asking me to dance with them, or come into the pool, but it was like my body was there, but my mind wasn't.

My mind was on everything bad in my life. My boyfriend became my ex, my dad, well, he's still a dick. Tristan's been distant, for some reason. I had friends, yeah, I did. But not friends I wanted to hang out with everyday. Not friends I really trusted or, to be honest, liked enough to hang out with. Everything has just been a blur, kind of like my vision was becoming.

I decided to get off of my sorry ass and just go home. My house was a couple miles away, but I figured I could do it. I've done it many times before.

I stood up, and realized that walking home probably wasn't a good idea. I had almost lost my balance and fell into the pool. Wow, I was drunk. Really drunk. I balanced myself, tugging at my Paramore shirt and my black shorts, and picked up my cup of alcohol, sipping what was probably three sips in one. I cringed. It tasted awful.

I threw the cup into the pool, where hundreds of other cups were with the people inside of the pool. I stumbled over to the staircase, leading up to the sliding door to get inside the house. Maybe I could just lay down, sober up a bit before walking home and crying myself to sleep, like I did every night.

One step.

Wow, how many drinks did I have?

Two step.

It was probably the third step when I lost my balance, falling into the lap of some random person. My shoulders lie on his legs (well, I think it's a he, considering it didn't scream like a girl when I fell), as I look up at the face.

I squinted my eyes. Was I looking at...

Zig Novak?

I pushed the hair out of my face, regaining control of my body and standing up.

"Maya?"

Well, it was Zig alright.

"Zigmund Novak," I grinned, nodding my head. "We meet again at this..." I look around, throwing my hand in the air. "Lame party."

"Are you drunk?" He almost chuckled. I looked at him, smiling.

"Maybe just a little..." I giggled. He just stared at me.

"Well," I said, fixing my shirt and hair again. "I am out of here."

"Woah," Zig said, standing up. "You don't think you're going to leave the way you are right now, right?"

"I'm a big girl," I nodded. "I can do it."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Let's go."

He gently grabbed my elbow, leading me up the stairs. I couldn't really wrap my mind aound that I was talking to Zig Novak again. The Zig Novak I knew in freshman year, the Zig Novak I played the guitar with, the first boy I actually made out with.

My mind was going at too many places at a time, as was my body. Zig had to put his arm around my waist just to keep me up.

We made our way inside, as I began walking to the long staircase. People were crowded inside, talking and laughing, playing some game on the Wii. It was all just too loud. I needed out.

"Upstairs," I pointed to the stairs, as Zig began making his way up them, dragging me along. It was embarrassing how drunk I was. I couldn't control basically anything.

He opened up the first door to the left, which was the Hollingworth's guest bedroom. I threw myself onto the bed, face first, sighing along the way. Zig closed the door, slowly walking over to the bed.

"Why the hell are you this drunk?" He asked, but his voice was too loud for me to even want to listen.

I didn't reply, and then he sat on the bed beside me, not saying anything either.

Surprisingly enough, there was a bottle of water, unopened, laying on the dresser. Zig must have noticed me look at it, and walked over and grabbed it for me, basically throwing it at me.

"Drink."

And so I opened the water bottle, taking four big gulps, almost finishing the water bottle. Zig walked over to the window.

"Hey," I chuckled, whipping my mouth. "From here, you could probably see all the, oh I don't know, ten girls Mile's Hollingsworth is talking to all at once. And maybe, just maybe, they will take one of their shirts off. So make sure you look out for that one."

Zig looked at me, and I looked back, before lowering my head, frowning.

"Guessing you and rich boy didn't last?" Zig finally said, still standing at the window. He wasn't looking at me.

"Nope." I quietly said under my breath, shaking my head. I thought I was going to cry. I could feel the tears coming again, I was surprised I even had tears left. But even I was just a little sober, just a little, and I knew I couldn't cry. Not now.

"I hate him," I whispered again, and this time, Zig looked at me. He didn't look at me sympathetically though, he just looked at me. A look I didn't recognize coming from Zig Novak.

He licked his lips, backing away from the window, swinging his arms.

"We haven't talked in months," he began, walking over to the bed. "And this is how we meet again."

"Right," I chuckled to myself. He sat down, so his back was facing me. I had to say, Zig looked...hot. He looked much different than his freshman boy self. He cut his hair, which made him look like a totally new person. He gained muscle, lots of muscle, from that I could see as he was wearing a black vneck. He just looked bigger - more built. It was hot.

"So," I begin. "What brings you here?"

Zig shrugged.

"My friend wanted to come, but I lost him like, ten minutes ago."

"Are you friends with Miles?" I ask. He chuckles.

"No."

I didn't know what else to say. I never had an awkward moment with Zig Novak before. It was always just fun with him, always carefree. It was like he was a totally different person now, and so was I. It felt like freshman year was ten years ago.

"I missed you," I broke the silence, and he turned his head. He wasn't looking at me, but I could tell my words meant something.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "You missed me and all the times I called also."

That stung, and it wasn't the alcohol.

What do you even say to that? What do you say to a friend you ignored all summer, and almost all year, because you got a new boyfriend. A friend who, by the way, was in love with you at one point. I was lost at words, I didn't know what to say.

He must have felt the awkward silence too, and he must have knew how bad I felt at that moment, because he spoke again.

"I'm sorry."

"No," I quickly said back. "You have nothing to be sorry about." I shifted my body a little closer to him, but his back was still facing me. "I should have called you back, or talked to you in school."

"Why didn't you?"

I shrugged. Why didn't I? I didn't even know the answer to that. I guess I was just so caught up with Miles, so busy trying to figure out of Miles actually loved me, if he was cheating on me, or stuff with Tristan. I was so busy, I didn't even realize Zig was still here, still at Degrassi.

"I don't know," I softly said. "If it means anything, I'm sorry."

He was silent for a second.

"I am too."

And then the room was silent again, the only sound coming from the blaring music outside. I could still hear the hollering girls, the screaming guys.

I think a rush came over me, I don't know if it was the alcohol, or just bottled up emotions. But something was driving me closer to him. Closer to Zig. I wanted to be closer. I wasn't even thinking, it was the alcohol doing it for me. A rush going through my system. Wanting to do something daring, wanting to forget about the pain for a while.

I leaned over so I was balanced on my hands and knees on the bed, and I began kissing Zig's neck. He got very tense the second he felt my mouth on his neck, giving him soft kisses. He was just as shocked as I was. I think he caught his breath for a second. After two or three seconds, he realized what was going on, and tilted his head to the side a bit, giving me more access. His pulse was rising.

"Maya..."

"Shh," I hushed, my kisses going up his neck more, closer to his mouth. I got a little more comfortable, sitting on my feet. I then took my hand and rested it on his cheek, moving his face as I kissed his lips. He was tense again, but then he began kissing me back. He did nothing with his hands, the only motions were coming from his lips on mine. I didn't know what I was doing, why I was kissing him, but at that moment, it felt good. It felt powerful.

He was the one to break the kiss.

"Maya..." He said again, and I moved away from him a little, looking at him.

"I understand that right now you...you're hurt from whatever Miles did to you." He slowly began standing up. "But I can't be that guy, Maya."

That guy, meaning the guy I have sex with to get back at Miles. To get even. To feel better.

"I'm sorry," I shook my head, rubbing my face.

"No, Maya it's fine." He said, sitting next to me again. He then put his hand on my back, trying to calm me down. He did that for a minute or so, we sat there for a minute or so.

"You need to get home," he said.

"Just..." I began, resting my head on the closest pillow. "I need to rest for...just a little."

And then I passed out.

OKAY. SO.

I know, this is almost exactly like Boom, Clap. BUT, trust me, there's a lot more to this story, ALOT. Next chapter, there will be a couple more characters...okay fine I'll give you some. Frankie will be appearing, as will some of your favorite Rubber Room kids :) Also, what happened with Miles and Maya? And what's happening with her home life, with her parents?

Also, I will be adding a new character in, one that isn't on the show. Maya will be having an Uncle Rob. :)

SOOOOOO...what did you guys think? Do you guys want more to this story? Let me know in the reviews!

P.S. Do you guys know what song inspired the title of this fic? I bet you do! This story will be based on that song :) It's one of my all time favorites.

Until next time,

xoxo :)