CHAPTER ONE: THIS MEMORY WILL NOT SURFACE

Adam's POV

I stepped into the doorway of the classroom uneasily with my hand gripping the arm of my bag. My tongue rolled over the front of my teeth while I let my blue eyes peel the edges of the almost empty classroom.

Only one person sat within the classroom, and that was one person who I hated with all of my being. Her dark brown curls moved off of her shoulders slightly and curtained the sides of her face when she glanced up to see that I would be joining her.

Bianca Desousa's puppy brown eyes ran over the length of my body before she wore a comfortable scowl and glanced back down at her papers.

I rolled my eyes at her reaction and picked the empty seat at the very back of the classroom. It wasn't really surprising that she'd ended up in Saturday school with me. But it was a bit more surprising to see that we were the only people in the classroom besides Ms. Oh.

My eyes watched Bianca squirm every other second in her chair a few chairs in front of me. Ms. Oh sat at the desk while typing away at her laptop. I badly wanted to pull the rubber band off of my wrist and pop the shit out of the devil girl, but it didn't seem very clever to risk it.

Ms. Oh was like a hawk…

And at that moment, it was as if Bianca had heard every single thought going through my head. I hoped that she hadn't seen the image of her falling from a cliff I'd been imagining.

Bianca glowered at me and hissed, "Can I help you?"

Jesus, she could really be a bitch sometimes! I thought about the smartest remark I could shoot back at her and tried at my meanest and evilest glare. But there was this button inside me that would never switch to on.

So of course, like usual, I froze up and let out a small choking sound. Bianca frowned at me, and I just shook my head hurriedly before looking back down at the book I'd been reading.

I could still feel her eyes frozen on me. Why couldn't Fiona still go to school here too? No, she had graduated and was now attending some designing college in New York. We were still trying to make this long distance thing work, but it's kind of hard when you know about all of the buff guys going to school with her.

And time had passed. Now I was a junior who had undergone breast removal surgery just this summer. Though I still had the girl parts down south, I'd definitely gotten a change of respect towards me.

But I had this prickling feeling that Bianca was never going to respect me enough to even make me her slave. I could still see her look of horror and disgust when she'd torn my shirt open last year.

I guess hitting on one of the hottest girls in school with girl parts still up top hadn't exactly been my smartest move in the world. The only girl who I shared mutual feelings of love with was Fiona, and she was a million miles away from where I was sitting right now.

But there was no denying that I still yearned for Bianca's respect and attention. It was kind of hard for anyone not to want that from Bianca Desousa.

True, she was probably the bitchiest girl I'd ever met, but she was still on my top 10 sexiest girls of Degrassi list. Bianca Desousa was evil, sexy, malevolent, filled with lust, and the person I hated most in this hellhole of a school.

Great, now I'm thinking about the carwash fundraiser we did last week. She had looked amazing in that bikini top and those white jean shorts.

Could I really help every feeling of want and lust when I saw her?

Plus she'd been dating my step-brother up until two months ago. Drew had dumped her after catching her making out with some townie in the alley next to The Dot.

And even though the break-up had caused Drew much heartache, it didn't look like it had even caused a scratch on Bianca's cold heart. That is, if she even has one.

But Drew was kind of a hypocrite for thinking so horribly of Bianca after catching her cheating in that alley in the middle of June. Even after cheating on Alli, and many other girls, he still had the nerve to be angry with Bianca?

Sure, it was wrong for Bianca to do what she'd done, but had Drew really thought of going to prom with Bianca Desousa or being with her for more than six months? She was Bianca Desousa. She wasn't really famous for holding the longest relationships.

Actually the longest Bianca had ever been with a guy before Drew was probably three days. Maybe longer if he could entertain her enough.

Drew would only be wishing his life away to think about being with Bianca for a long period of time.

Ms. Oh suddenly stood from her desk, causing both me and Bianca to glance up at her.

"It's break time now. You have thirty minutes to use the restroom or anything else before we finish the remaining two hours."

Bianca said nothing as she slammed her textbook shut and zoomed out of the classroom. I stared after her before glancing over at Ms. Oh who was now typing away at her laptop again.

I contemplated actually leaving to use the restroom, which I had to use very badly by the way. Maybe using it this morning hadn't been the worst idea.

But Bianca had also went to the restroom, so there was no telling what kind of drama she was going to try and stir up with me. This was her thirty minutes of "fun". I use that word lightly.

I kept my eyes fixated on the door for another two seconds before rushing down the hall to the restroom. There was no way that I could just hold it for another two hours. Some peoples' bladders may be strong like that, but mine is very, very weak.

I rushed into the first stall and relieved myself while keeping my ears perked up for any sound hinting that Bianca was waiting to clobber me outside in the hallway with vocal insults.

My hands were in the pockets of my jeans when I decided to take a small exploration of the school. I still had twenty-four minutes to stretch my legs, and Bianca was probably inside the classroom by now.

That is, if she hadn't decided to just leave the school altogether.

As I rounded the corner and began stepping up the stairs carefully, a familiar voice sounded behind me.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bianca asked while leaning against the wall. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Bianca smirked as I did this and began to approach me at the stairs.

She stepped up one stair, I stepped up two more. I was trying my best to keep my distance from this demon child from the fiery pits of Hell.

Bianca's glare sent shivers down my back. She'd caught my attention; just what she'd been aiming at. She stepped closer to me and kept her eyes gazing into mine.

My jaw set as she made a move to touch me. And of course, I let her like the idiot that I am.

Her slender fingers ran up and down the length of my forearm while her brown eyes kept staring at the arm she was touching. Was she just being weird, or had she noticed the scars on the inside of my forearm?

I probably wouldn't ever know.

"Are you scared of me?" she asked in a soft tone. It was almost like a whisper, and I probably wouldn't have been able to hear her if the school had been filled with bustling teenagers.

My disagreeing words caught in my throat, making Bianca grin at me. I swear my heart seemed to stop for one single instant when I saw that grin. She hadn't smiled at me once ever since that day last year when she'd revealed my darkest secret to the entire school.

Perhaps it was plastic. But just like her odd stares, I would never know the reason behind the choice of her movements.

Without warning, Bianca took another step up, causing her to get as close to me as possible. Her breath bounced off of my neck while her eyes fixated on my face.

"Because, Adam Torres, it looks a whole lot like you're scared of me."

"I'm not scared," I managed to croak out. "It's just weird that you suddenly have a heart."

She seemed amused by my answer, but made no move to respond to it. Instead she wore a mischievous glare for a small second before inching her face towards mine.

As soon as her bottom lip brushed mine, my feet gave out from under me, and I fell on my butt. I sat awkwardly on the stairs with Bianca kneeling in front of me. She was still wearing that wicked grin.

She crawled over me with both hands resting on either side of my sitting body. Bianca moved one hand up and pressed it against my new male chest. She softly gripped my shirt in her fingers while she slowly moved her face into mine.

But she stopped moving as soon as her lips were a mere half inch away from mine. I could feel her hot breath on my lips, almost begging me to shorten the distance between our mouths.

But then it was like Bianca had planned all of this from the beginning. It was just one of her many games she felt she needed to play with an innocent boy like me.

Instead of kissing me, she blew cold air against my slightly parted lips. My eyes were still wide when she let out a knowing giggle, stood from her place on top of me, and sauntered away back to Ms. Oh's classroom.

My blue eyes were still watching her perfect figure while she strutted away from my almost broken one. I felt my lips and remembered the subtle memory of her bottom lip brushing against mine for no less than a second.

And then I was smiling. I was really smiling.

Wait, why was I smiling? This was Bianca Desousa. There were no strings attached here. Nothing would probably ever be spoken about the little moment we'd just experienced.

A/N: I am very, very evil to have even thought up a story like this. Hehe, well I kind of like the idea of this. I know it wasn't smart to start another story since I'm juggling two other ones, but I promise to update on every story over this week (: