AU, but only slightly.

Don't own Degrassi!

"Tristan. You hate me."

"Maya! I said don't overreact. You're great, but I have my eye on that guy over there..." He looked at the guy across the room with googly eyes.

"Tris!"

"If you let me partner up with him, I swear, I'll be yor best friend and owe you forever and-"

"Okay! Go get him."

After a moment of thank-yous, Tristan zipped off to join his crush.

Great. Now most of the class was paired up, leaving only one option, and let's just say I wasn't exactly thrilled.

Campbell Saunders.

He's the star ice hockey player, good-looking, has tons of "secret" admires- but he doesn't talk to anyone (besides his teammates). Not because he physically can't, but because he chooses not too. Well no- he was forced to talk to teachers and students for school, so that counted.

I swallowed.

I slowly made my way toward him, until I was standing right above his desk. He either didn't notice me or didn't care."Hey," I said awkwardly. He finally looked up, but stayed silent. "I have no one else to partner up with. So, do you want to?"

He continued to stare. I was starting to feel really uncomfortable, and was about to walk away.

"Okay."

"What?"

"I said okay, Blondie. Now, what are we supposed to do this on?"

"Ummm, this is French class. So... France."

"Right. Good job. But the history of France, or what?"

"Something like that." I blushed. Great. Now I look like a pink idiot.

"Well, okay then-" Campbell started, but he was cut off by the school bell ringing, and immediately students started rushing toward the door. Even Tristan was gone, which was probably good because I planned to give him an ear full.

Soon, we were standing alone, except for some other stragglers and Ms. Oh.

"What about the project?" I squeaked as he gathered his stuff.

He stopped to stare at me for a second. Again, I was uncomfortable.

"Yeah, sure." He decided finally, but by then my cheeks were tinted pink. "I'll meet you somewhere to work on it. Got any ideas, Sunshine?"

"My house?"

"Where do you live?"

I gave him the directions, we compromised on a time- four o'clock- and he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

"One more thing?" I said, biting my lip.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not making out with you."

For the first time throughout the class, he smiled at me. Well, it was more of a half-smirk. "Don't worry about that, Blondie. I'll see you later." And he was gone.

What just happened?

A lot more than you think, Maya. Sorry if Cam seemed a little OOC. But sarcasm fits Rebel Cam, right?

Next chapter's in Cam's POV! With their study "date," plus some locker room talk. Review, please!

~Dangerous Passion