"Losing My Favorite Game"

Summary: Baiting Adam Torres is one of Bianca's favorite games… until it gets real (Bianca/Adam pairing)

Author's Note: Part 2 of 3.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Degrassi!

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I kissed Adam Torres yesterday. No one could be more surprised than me.

I am not sure if I am looking forward to seeing him or dreading it. Fortunately, the day speeds by without any complications – until 7th period rolls around. As I walk to History class I spot Adam by his locker talking to the emo kid and his uptight girlfriend. I am too far away to make out their conversation, but he looks uncomfortable.

As I walk by I debate whether to insult him or ignore him. Before I can decide we lock eyes. He quickly averts his gaze as his two friends turn their eyes on me. I glare at them, and then look away.

After Detention I need a smoke. I had 45 minutes of nothing to do, so of course my mind settled on Adam. The kiss we shared was hot. That was undeniable. Still, all the reasons I originally rejected Adam still pose an issue. Being linked to Adam is social suicide. If anyone found out that we kissed it would be a big problem.

I walk to my locker to grab my cigarettes and head down the hallway. Suddenly a side doors opens. The door to the handicapped bathroom. Out walks Adam and he looks as startled as I am. It was then that I knew he was hoping avoid me today.

I switch back to insult mode. "Stalk much?" I sneer.

"Right, because I plan my bathroom breaks to line up with your smoking breaks," he deadpans.

Touché.

I frown, searching for the perfect comeback. He laughs at my effort. It's unexpected, yet I feel some of the tension between us dissipate.

"Come," I say and walk into an empty classroom. He follows and closes the door. We study each other for a long moment before I speak, "You looked uncomfortable earlier." He throws me a questioning look. "By the lockers."

"Oh," he says looking down. "It was about yesterday."

"You told them?" I yell. I had yet to make sense of our encounter yesterday, and he has already blabbed to his friends. My anger surges.

Adam's face remains neutral, but behind the veil his emotions rage. "Clare saw us yesterday. She stayed late for yearbook committee and knew I was there," he tells me.

I feel like an ass for jumping to conclusions, but I don't want to let it show. "Well, what did you tell her?" I ask in a bitchy tone.

He sighs heavily. "What could I say? It wasn't me kissing Bianca – it was an Adam look-alike?"

I take in what he said. "Are they going to tell anyone?"

"No. They swore they wouldn't," Adam reveals. "But they lectured me about how it was a bad idea to make out with a girl who outed me as transgendered, spent time with my brother in the boiling room, and insults me every chance she gets," he adds casually. "I had to admit, they have a point."

Everything Adam said was true. Us, standing here together in this room made no sense. I rejected Adam. I treated him like shit. Yet here we were trying to figure out how to deal with the fallout of us making out.

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Tbc..

Author's Note #2: Thank you for the reviews! The final part will be posted tomorrow.