A/N: This story coincides with season 3 of Degrassi Next Class, with a few changes...

1. Tristan was in a coma for only a couple of weeks. He woke up towards the beginning of summer and is okay now. Zoë took over the presidency while he was in the hospital and during the Summer so that he could have a bit of a break. During this new school year, he and Zoë are co-presidents.

2. The play is still about the bus accident and Tristan being in a coma, but Tristan is okay and is at Degrassi during the entire preparation for the play. Miles hooked up with Lola during two weeks that Tristan was in a coma, but he forgave Miles. He's not playing coma boy because he thought that it would be too hard for him, so Rasha is still playing the part.

3. In the series Rasha and Zoë make up after the opening of the play, but in this story the opening night isn't the Monday after the wedding. Instead, it's in a couple of weeks. Zoë and Rasha still make up that Monday though, they just do it during school. This story starts the next Wednesday after that time.

Zoë had been staring at Rasha the whole time they were working on their lab project. …well, the whole time Rasha had been working on their lab project. Zoë hadn't paid attention at all. She couldn't focus on anything other than her beautiful girlfriend who was sitting right next to her. All she wanted to do was kiss her and touch her and…other things. They hadn't taken that next step yet, but she was more than ready. Even though she had already experienced her first time with a girl, it just wasn't the same since Grace was straight and wasn't really into it. I mean, it was definitely better than having sex with a boy. Like, infinity times better. But still, it felt like something was missing. And that something was a connection. She felt that connection with Rasha, and she knew Rasha felt it too. They've never talked about it, but she just knew. There was no way all of that kissing was one-sided.

Zoë continued to stare at Rasha as she poured the chemical into one of their test tubes.

She looks so cute with her goggles on, concentrating on getting the measurement just right, Zoë thought to herself, her focus face is adorable…her whole face is just adorable.

Zoë moved her eyes down to Rasha's mouth.

Not to mention her smile is the prettiest smile I've ever seen. I wonder if she's ever had braces...

Zoë's eyes wondered further down her girlfriend's body until they reached her chest.

God her boobs look so perfect. Whatever bra she's wearing is really doing its job.

She looked at the girl's jeans.

And those jeans are just the perfect amount of skinny. They hug her body so well. Her ass looks amazing. God.

Zoë moved her eyes around the front of Rasha's body between her legs. She licked her lips, lost in her own fantasy. She felt that all too familiar ache between her own legs as she thought about all of the things she wanted to do to her girlfriend. She thought about Rasha saying her name as Zoë worked her magic. Zoë. Oh yeah, Zoë. Right there. Mmm. Zoë. Zoë. Zoë…

"Zoë!"

Zoë shot up as she was ripped away from her fantasy.

"Hello? Anyone there?" Rasha said, waving her hand in front of Zoë's face.

"Huh? Sorry, I wasn't listening."

Rasha laughed and shook her head. "I can see that. I had to do this whole lab by myself."

Zoë's eyebrows scrunched together as she looked at the Syrian girl with confusion. "Wait. You did the whole lab by yourself?" She looked around the room. Everyone was packing up their stuff to get ready for the bell to ring. A pang of guilt washed over her. "I'm so sorry Rasha. I didn't mean to make you do all of the work. I'm a terrible lab partner."

"Yes you are," Rasha paused before continuing, "But you're cute, so it's okay." She smiled and winked.

Zoë smiled sheepishly at the compliment. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you looked like you were enjoying whatever fantasy you had me in," she said as she smirked at Zoë knowingly.

Zoë was taken aback. She could feel her heated cheeks turning pink. "Uhh what do you mean by fantasy? I was just thinking about…um…what I'm going to have for lunch." Yeah, smooth Zoë. She'll believe that one for sure.

Rasha laughed. "Yeah right! Your face totally looked like you were thinking about getting it on with me. Plus, I saw you staring at my body…everywhere." She looked down between her legs, then back up at Zoë, indicating that she knew exactly what Zoë was staring at. "It's so obvious. Also, your goggles are a little fogged up." She giggled as she pointed at the goggles on Zoë's face.

Zoë's eyes widened as she yanked the goggles off. She hadn't even noticed that they were foggy. She let out a nervous chuckle, unsure of what to say. Luckily, the bell had rung just in time to save her from that awkward conversation. Zoë grabbed her purse and rushed out of the room as quickly as she could.

After a few minutes of powerwalking, she made it safely to her locker. As she stood there trying to catch her breath, she shut her eyes and rested her forehead against her locker. That did not just happen.

"Hey Zoë!" Winston shouted as he rushed towards her.

"What do you want!" Zoë snapped.

He drew his hands up in the air in defense. "Whoa, what's your problem?"

Zoë sighed. "Sorry, it's not you. I'm just stressed out."

"Yeah, no kidding. I just wanted to ask you if we could get together and work on our history presentation after school? Since it's due tomorrow and all. I was going to ask you at the end of Chemistry class, but you ran off so fast that I didn't have a chance."

"Yeah, sure. We can do it in the student council room after school."

"Okay, cool." Winston studied Zoë's face. "Hey, are you okay? You're acting kind of weird."

Zoë put on a fake smile. "I'm okay. I'm just stressed out about this test we have coming up in math class. I heard it's going to be really hard." She lied.

Winston laughed. "Is that all? If you need any math help you can always ask me. Winston Chu always gets a guaranteed A."

"Thanks Winston. That's sweet of you, but I think I just need to sit down and study the material on my own. You know, so I don't get distracted."

"Okay, if you say so. See you after school then."

Zoë smiled at him as she watched him walk down the hall. She waited for him to turn the corner before dropping the corners of her mouth. She opened her locker, grabbed her textbook and slammed the door shut.

"High school really is the worst," she said to herself as she squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her textbook against her forehead.

Zoë spent the next class period thinking about how she was going to face her girlfriend at lunch. She couldn't just completely ignore her. That would just make things way worse and even more awkward. But she also couldn't face Rasha knowing that she knew how much of a horndog Zoë was.

What if she wants to break up with me? Or worse, what if she tells everyone? Not only will I be the school's lesbian president, but I'll be the school's pervert lesbian president. And that does not look good on college applications.

Zoë's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the bell, signaling that it was time for her to go to lunch. Well, I guess it's time to face my doom. She grabbed her purse and her textbook and walked to her locker. She put her book up and turned around to begin her dreadful walk to the cafeteria. When she reached her destination, she stopped and sighed, crossing her arms over her stomach to sooth the nauseous feeling she had. Well, here goes nothing. She walked into the cafeteria and got in the food line. She looked around but didn't see Rasha anywhere. Maybe she had some impromptu play rehearsal and wouldn't be at lunch. Zoë let out a sigh of relief. She paid for her food and walked over to the table she usually sat at. She froze as she saw Rasha sit down at the table.

"Hey Zoë! There you are," Rasha said with a smile. "Come sit down." She patted the space on the table across from her.

Zoë smiled nervously and slowly sat down.

"You'll never guess what happened to me in history class. Mr. Perino was passing back our papers and said that I had the highest grade in the class! He even told everyone that they should follow my example. Can you believe it? Me. Maybe high school isn't so bad after all." She chortled.

Zoë's smile went from nervous to shy as she nodded before quickly looking down at her food. She grabbed her sandwich and took a bite, trying to avoid eye contact.

Rasha looked around the cafeteria before looking back at Zoë with a confused look on her face. "Hey, is everything okay?" she said in a soft voice. "You're acting kind of weird."

"Everything's fine." Zoë took another bite of her food, still looking down.

Rasha's face dropped. "Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?"

Zoë quickly looked up. "What? No! I'm not mad at you. You haven't done anything wrong at all. You've been pretty great actually."

"Then what's the problem? Because you'll barely even look at me."

Zoë put her sandwich down and anxiously exhaled. She looked at Rasha, who was waiting for an answer. "I'm just…embarrassed, I guess." Zoë looked away.

"Embarrassed about what?"

"You know…about what happened earlier," Zoë said in a hushed tone.

Rasha was clueless.

"…with the goggles?"

Rasha's face softened as she finally realized what Zoë was talking about. She couldn't help but smile at how cute her girlfriend was. "Zoë," she grabbed the brunette's hand, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's completely natural, and I'm flattered."

"Really?" Zoë was surprised.

"Of course! Besides, I'm just glad you were thinking about me and not somebody else."

"So, you don't think I'm a pervert?"

Rasha laughed. "Of course not. Why, are you?"

"No! Well, I don't know. I do think about you a lot…"

"So what you're telling me is that you're a horny girl who just wants to get in my pants?"

"Oh god." Zoë closed her eyes and drew her hands over her face. "I'm just going to go now." As she began to stand up, Rasha grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

"Zoë, relax! I'm just messing with you. You're a teenager. You're supposed to be thinking about sex a lot. I think about it too."

"You do?" Her eyes widened.

"Yeah, all the time. Especially when you wear this skirt." Rasha smirked as she reached under the table to touch Zoë's thigh, moving her hand up towards the bottom of the girl's skirt. She had only intended to tease Zoë. She expected her to give a sarcastic laugh and push her hand off, but she never did. So the short-haired girl kept moving her hand up under her girlfriend's skirt, eyes locked onto Zoë's. She could hear Zoë gulp. Now Rasha was the horny one getting turned on. She moved her hand up farther under her skirt until she felt Zoë's panties. She could feel the brunette's wetness, and if she concentrated hard enough, she could even smell it. She moved her finger around a little bit, wanting to get even more of a reaction from her girlfriend. Zoë was holding it in pretty well. She was breathing pretty hard, but still keeping it cool. Rasha wanted to touch the brunette so badly, but for now she just settled for touching her panties. She didn't want to get too ahead of herself in the middle of the cafeteria filled with students. She studied her girlfriend's face as Zoë's eyes slowly shut.

"Hey guys. What are you doing?" Goldi asked as she set her tray down next to Rasha's.

Zoë's eyes shot open as Rasha quickly pulled her hand back.

"Uh, Zoë was just...praying."

Goldi scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at Zoë. "Really? I didn't know you were religious."

"Um, yeah. I was raised Catholic you know." Zoë said as though it were obvious, trying to play it cool.

"Oh yeah. I guess I just assumed you weren't practicing." Goldi shrugged. "Anyways, so I was thinking that we could all hang out sometime this weekend. What do you guys think? We could play a game at my house, or go to the mall...or see a movie. I heard there's a really good movie out about this boy who discovers that his dog is actually his sister who died in a car accident…"

Zoë and Rasha smiled at each other, completely ignoring Goldi's tangent.