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Oh my god.

Why the fuck did I drink so much last night? What the hell was wrong with me?

I could tell you my symptoms right now… and you'd just probably tell me what I already knew.

I was hung over, very hungover.

Opening my eyes was even a struggle. My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up at any second. Putting my hands on my face, I slowly moved around, and realized my glasses weren't even on my face. Which meant I couldn't see, or at least not very well at all.

I felt around for them, and soon my hand touched a person's arm. I felt a shock go through my body, my heart pounding and kept looking, sure enough finding my glasses a moment later right beside me. I put them on, and then blinked for a few seconds, the person (whomever they were) moving beside me. They slowly sat up and I did too, a gasp coming from my lips once I saw who it was.

Campbell fucking Saunders.

Holy shit, I slept with my enemy. Closing my eyes, I prayed it wasn't anything more than just sleeping, but the soreness I felt in between my legs, proved otherwise.

"Oh my god, what did we do?" I groaned, my head going to my hands. I looked up a moment later, and saw that he was rubbing his eyes, saying something about feeling like shit, before, looking at me and doing a double take.

"Wha—Maya?" His eyes widened. "What the hell am I doing in a bed with you?" He looked down, "Where are my clothes?" He looked at me, wide-eyed. "And where the hell are yours? Oh shit. Shit…" He quickly got out of the bed, and I noticed (thank god) that he had boxers on. All I had on was an oversized t-shirt and I imagined it was his, though he didn't seem to notice it, being too panicked.

"You say it like what we did was a bad thing. Oh wait, it was." I got out of the bed too, and heard a beep. We both looked at each other and then immediately dove for the covers, looking for one of our phones. I soon found mine and saw it was lit up, "Hah!" I held it up triumphantly and he just gave me a look before continuing the search for his phone. I didn't pay any attention to see if he'd found it or not, pressing the home button on my phone, I saw I had a lot of messages.

Most were from Katie and Tori, one was from Zig, two from Tristan, and one from my mom, though she just told me to get cheese or something on my way home. I deleted it right away.

I slowly sat on the bed, and looked at a message from Katie, Maya, get your ass home! Where the hell are you?

"Oh fuck." I said, "My sister's going to kill me."

Cam looked at me, "Not your mother?"

"No." I hastily answered. "My sister."

He looked like he wanted to ask more about it, but thought better of it, and waved it off.

I soon grew tired of the tension filled silence, "What about you? Are you going to be in trouble?"

He shrugged, "I don't think anyone gives a shit where I am." Yeah, you and me both, buddy. He put his plaid shirt on and I couldn't help but noticed his incredibly toned, tanned abs.

Fuck you, Saunders.

I guess my eyes had lingered a bit too long, because he soon smirked at me, "Like what you see, Matlin?"

I immediately ripped my eyes from his abs, and glared at him. "Shut up." I then got up and stepped forward, my foot landing on something lacy. I bent down and picked up my black lace bra. Oh shit, that only proved my theory that I had sex with Cam.

Fucking perfect.

"Question, did you plan on sleeping with me?" I demanded, and he looked up, confused. "What the hell happened last night?"

He shook his head. "You think I remember? We were both clearly very wasted. Why else would I have woken up beside you?"

I didn't want to look hurt by that statement so I just shrugged it off. "Go fuck yourself, Saunders."

He actually smirked at that. Damn him. "I don't think you should be saying that… considering I apparently—"

"Don't say it!" I yelled and immediately we both made faces, our hands going to our heads, and I looked at him, noticing we mirrored each other. I slowly brought my hands down, and shook my head. Big mistake. "Oh… uh… if you'll excuse me, I have to—"

"Puke?" Cam guessed and I nodded.

"Bathroom, where is it?"

He stared at me for a second, "You're not going to make it. You look like you're going to explode at any second." Well, you're not wrong. "Here… just…" I wasn't going to last much longer if he stalled. I swear, puke was going to be everywhere in less than a second. All over the bed we slept in, all over our feet, clothes, the entire fucking surface of the room.

Though I tried my best, and swallowed it back.

"Here, Matlin." He handed me a trashcan and I gratefully took it, noticing it was empty and there was a plastic bag in it.

I slowly put it down and kneeled down in front of it. Nothing came out, so I just looked up at him. Slowly standing up, I felt okay, and sat on the bed.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, and I shook my head, slowly this time. "Do you want me to stay?"

I felt that was a bit awkward. Staying in a room with the girl you hate, who you slept with, until she threw up. That just didn't seem ideal to me.

"You have to throw up, it'll make you feel better."

"Why aren't you throwing up?"

"I can handle my alcohol, unlike you, obviously."

Again, fuck you, Saunders. Though I appreciated his gesture, I wondered where it was coming from.

I groaned, "I am never drinking again."

He let out a laugh. "Liar. Everyone says that, but they go ahead and do it again."

"You seem like an expert on this."

He shrugged, "I am. I mean, I've been drunk a few times before… I'd rather not repeat those stories."

"Let's not repeat this one either." I told him, and he nodded. It was silent for a few minutes, before I started to feel sick again, and sat down on the floor next to the trash can. I felt it coming up, so I leaned over the can, and finally let it all out. It took a few minutes, and to my surprise, Cam held my hair back, until I finally coughed and spit out the last of it. I leaned back, my body shaking and looked at the ceiling.

"A bit too hung over there, I see." He said and I glared at him.

"If you and I hate each other so damn much, why are you helping me?"

He shrugged, "I'm not a bad person. I mean, if I just left you here and something happened to you, I'd probably feel really badly for it."

I stared at him as he sat down beside me. "I don't understand you."

"Yeah, no one does." And it was silent again. "Look, we can't tell anyone about this. Okay? I have a girlfriend and if she finds out then… I'm fucked. Just… keep it in between us until I break up with her or something."

My eyes widened, "Why so you and I can date, and live happily ever after? Because I can tell you right now, despite what you just did for me, I'm never going to date you."

"I don't want to date you either, but…" I swallowed hard so I wouldn't cry. So hard. "I don't want to be known at Degrassi as the guy who cheated on his girlfriend with a girl he usually can't stand."

I shook my head and abruptly stood up. "So what, I'm supposed to be your damn dirty secret? I lost my virginity to you!" I yelled at him and he stood up, my hands went to my hair, and I felt the tears damn it. "Why would you do that to me? Have sex with me and then act like I'm nothing to you?"

"Because you are. I don't care about you, and you don't care about me. Isn't that what our whole damn friendship or enemyship or whatever the hell we are is about? We hate each other! You even said so yourself!" He yelled back.

I wondered then why no one had come to stop us, or question us. But I didn't pay any mind to it. Instead I bent down and quickly grabbed my things.

"Fine." I told him, my voice surprisingly even. "I'm your dirty little secret. Way to make me feel good about myself." I paused at the curtains, and looked behind to realize I couldn't exactly read his emotions, but he did look pretty upset. "Goodbye, Cam." And with that, I stormed out of the room and looked around to see everyone was still fast asleep. No wonder no one heard me, they were all too drunk (or hungover) to wake up.

Looking back, I saw Cam was standing by the room, but he just shook his head and went back inside. I then decided all I need to do was get the hell out of there, and did. Too pissed off to care who saw me, half naked in broad daylight, I just put my heels back on and stormed all the way home.


You know, in life, funny things always tend to happen. You get drunk for the first time, you lose your virginity with the guy you hate, and then… life throws you a damn curveball.

So, imagine my surprise, when at school the following Monday, Cam came up to my locker, and instead of waiting for me to say a word, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me to the nearest empty classroom he could find.

"What the hell, Cam!" I pulled my wrist from his. "You are the last person I want to see right now. What do you want?"

"To talk." He simply said, turning to face me.

"About what? I think we said all we could say to each other Saturday morning." I narrowed my eyes and looked away from him.

"Look, all those things I said… most of it was true." I threw my hand up, exasperated and annoyed. And yes, I realize those are basically synonyms, don't judge me. "But I realized after thinking about it for like two days," Way to go, Saunders. "That I was mean, and rude and… honestly, that's not a way to treat any girl. Especially, girls you hate for no particular reason other than she rubs you the wrong way…. Most of the time."

I put my hand to my temple and just shook my head. "Okay, really. What are you trying to say?" I looked at him, and he looked back at me. Then, to my surprise, his hands went to my waist, and he abruptly pulled me closer, his forehead against mine. I swallowed hard, "W-what do you want from me?" My voice was a bit shaky, but I really just blamed it on hormones. Yeah, those raging things I learned about in grade seven. Happens to everyone, I'm told. But did the researchers know anything about guys you're supposed to hate, even though you lost your virginity to them?

I doubt it.

"You." He finally answered, his voice barely above a whisper. I noticed his eyes were looking at our feet, when he'd said that, but then he looked up at me. "I want you."

If I didn't understand him before, I officially didn't now. He was so confusing. Hot one second, cold the next. Make up your damn mind, dude!

"I'm sorry, forgive me if I'm cold, but… we hate each other." I motioned with my index finger in between us. "One night could not have changed all of that."

"We had sex." He reminded me. "That's pretty intimate if you ask me."

"It's also called a one night stand." I reminded him. "My sister warned me about those, and she said to stay away from people like that who—"

"Damn it, Matlin." He shook his head, and I realized mine was still pressed against his. "Would you just stop denying how you feel and shut up and kiss me?"

My mouth dropped open and he laughed. "I'm not denying—"

"If not, then why haven't you moved away yet?" Damn him, I really hate that he keeps being right all the damn time. Let me be right for once, Saunders!

But he was right. I knew I felt something Saturday morning, and I couldn't deny it for much longer. That probably explained why I was so hurt, but I wasn't sure, since I was sworn to secrecy about it.

I really needed to get my feelings sorted out. But… I don't think one kiss with Captain Pain In My Ass would hurt, right?

I didn't think about it much longer, because the next things I knew, my lips were against his, and I was kissing him feverishly and deeply, a million thoughts running through my mind as he kissed me back.

I then pulled away, breathlessly, I might add, and stepped back.

"Oh my god." I said, and I looked to see he was doing the same thing. "What did we just—" I put my hands in my hair, "Tori's going to kill me! Wait, what about your girlfriend?"

He waved that off, and I wondered what it was about, but he looked at me. "Tori? What about, Tori?"

Great way to avoid the obvious. I rolled my eyes, and looked down.

"She likes you, Cam. And she's my best friend, I can't… do this. Okay? I'm sorry. I just…" I turned away, but he grabbed my arm. My eyes went from his hand to his face.

"Don't go." He whispered, and I stepped back. "I'm really sorry about what I said Saturday morning, okay? That… was a bit out of line. I admit that." He stared at me expectantly and I looked away a moment, before nodding and looking back at him.

"I'm sorry too." I mumbled, "but this can't happen. Not when you have a girlfriend and my best friend likes you. What if we get caught or something, by Tori, Tristan, Zig, Talia, someone on your team—" He put his finger on my lips.

"Just come here," He whispered and he wrapped his arms around me. I sighed against him, and felt tears come to my eyes. Biting them hard, I stepped back, and wiped one away, before shaking my head.

"I'm sorry, this can't happen. I'll see you later in class," I said, and turned away before I could see the hurt look on his face, the door slamming hard behind me.


"Maya! What the hell!? Where have you been all weekend and day?" Tori demanded as soon as I had walked into class and took my usual seat beside her. I sighed and looked at the door a moment, noticing Cam wasn't coming through it, before turning to her.

"I've just… been busy. Okay?" I didn't mean to sound so rude, but after the events that had taken place the last few days, I was just to run down to care anymore about my attitude.

"Where were you the night of the party?" Tristan asked, taking a seat by us. I could tell he'd overheard our conversation. "You just disappeared."

"You both left me by myself." I reminded him. Talia walked in and I looked at her, "Talia too."

"You were drinking so much." Talia answered, a smile on her face. "I really couldn't have been more proud of you. Finally taking a walk on the wild side, Matlin."

I shifted uncomfortably, and nodded, deciding then that I couldn't hold a grudge against them forever about it. "I just went home… you know. I uh.. left a little early." Please let them buy that.

"Then why did Katie call me looking for you?" Tori asked, "Don't you live with her?"

Think fast, Maya, think fast.

I shrugged, "She was probably at Jake's and wanted to make sure I got home safetly. That's all. My phone died, so… I didn't answer her. Sorry about her harassment." I looked away and then back at my friends. Tori nodded and Tristan did as well, but Talia had a suspicious look on her face. I ignored that though.

The bell rang then (thank god) and I noticed mostly everyone was there. Except for my damn partner. The teacher started the lesson and I raised my hand, suddenly worried, and she looked at me.

"Can I have a pass for the washroom? I uhm, I don't feel too well." At least it wasn't a total lie. I haven't eaten much the past two days, and my stomach felt a little queasy. I gathered all my stuff up and ignored the looks of all my friends, as I took the pass and quickly ran out of the classroom.

I walked past the courtyard where I saw a boy with blonde hair, crying. Curious, and knowing I probably wasn't going back to class, I walked out, dropping my bag by the fountain, and quietly approached him.

"Are you okay?" I softly asked and he turned around. I recognized him instantly. His name was Evan. He was a bit different, and I remember meeting him on the first day of school. I got sent to the principal's office (thanks to damn Tori) and he was in the waiting room. He was crying then, and I went up and talked to him. I remember making him feel a bit better, and today, I wondered if what had happened back then, happened again.

"No." He quietly said, turning to face me. He looked behind him and my eyes traveled, noticing a bunch of pink and red things in it. I looked at him, and sat down beside him.

"What happened?"

"Some kids were being mean to me."

"What did they do?"

"I showed one of them a card I made for a girl I like, and he laughed, took it from me, and threw it in the fountain. He told me after that he was dating her and to stay away."

My heart broke for him.

"Who was it?"

"He's on the hockey team… but I don't know his name."

I closed my eyes, feeling the anger build, and then opened them. "And who's the girl you like?"

"Jenna."

I knew her. She was good friends with Adam, who was in the band with me.

"Did she see the card you made?" He shook his head. "Because the guy on the hockey team, laughed at you and threw it in the fountain?" He nodded. I was going to kill whomever that was once I found him. Maybe Cam, could be of use to me after all.

I was about to ask him another question, when the door opened, and I turned to see Cam. I closed my eyes and turned back to Evan. Shit, not now, Saunders. Bad timing.

"What are you doing here?" He looked over me and noticed Evan was there. I bit my lip and looked down. "Are you okay?"

"He's not, but I'm fine." I said, and stood up. "Do you know anyone on the hockey team who's dating a girl named, Jenna? I have to go kick his ass." I moved past him, but he blocked me, his hands up, he stopped me.

"Whoa, whoa, why do you want to go kick someone's ass? What happened?" His eyes searched mine and I sighed, turning to Evan who was wiping his eyes.

"He wanted to give Jenna a card he made and whoever that jerk is, laughed at him and threw the card in the fountain."

His eyes widened, "Are you serious?"

"No, I'm just making this up, and he's an actor. Yes, I'm serious!" I glared at him. "Are you going to tell me who it is, or am I going to have to just find out for myself?"

He paused for a moment. I could see he was thinking things over, before he walked over to Evan and knelt down in front of him, putting his hand on his knee. "I'm going to help you," He started off by saying, and then looked at me. "We both are, but not with violence," He said for my benefit, I could tell. "We'll help you make another card and then we'll see to it that Jenna gets it okay?"

Evan nodded a smile spreading across his face. He then hugged Cam, and Cam shocked by that, looked at me. I just gave him a smile (I really couldn't help it) and watched as Cam hugged him back.

"You guys… are so nice." He said, and I nodded.

"Don't worry. We got your back." I walked over to him and hugged him myself. "You do remember me, right?" I asked when I broke the hug.

Evan nodded, "Your name is Maya, you helped me the first day of school." I smiled.

"Well, this is Cam. He's… a friend." I looked at Cam who looked back, a bit surprised by what I said, I could only imagine. "He's on your side."

Evan nodded, "Thanks guys. You're the best." He then stood up, and I bit my lip, straightening up myself. Evan left then, and Cam just stared ahead for a moment, I realized then that Cam really wasn't a bad person. If he could come to me and apologize, as bigheaded a jerk he was, annoying and him, then I could forgive him. Especially after what he'd just did. And for making sure I was okay on Saturday morning, even if he'd been a jerk afterwards.

"I don't understand." I told him, stalling for a moment. "Why did you help him? Arent you supposed to be… I don't know, a jerk? Just like the other guys on your team?"

He looked up. "I'm not like them, Matlin. I'm trying to prove that to you."

"Why, because we had sex?" I asked him.

He shook his head, and stood up. "Maybe all this tension in between us, all this hatred, the way we feel, maybe it's just a cover-up." I eyed him warily. "I think we both know how we feel, and… we're afraid to admit it."

I thought that over for a few minutes. "Why weren't you in class." I asked instead.

He shrugged, "Didn't feel like going."

Good thing too. He wouldn't have been able to prove what he was trying to prove to me if he'd actually gone. I knew then what I need to do… or really, say.

"Okay." I finally said and he looked at me. "I'm not saying you're right, but you have proven something to me." I then looked down and grabbed his hand, my fingers lazily intertwining with his. "I'll do it." He raised an eyebrow at me in question. I looked behind me to make sure no one was watching us, and then all around. After the coast was clear, I leaned in and softly kissed him. I didn't bother to wait until he responded and broke it. "I'll be your dirty little secret." I whispered.

Though, I knew deep down inside, that I was the exact moment we kissed at that party. And though I felt guilty as hell, I knew whatever that was about to happen, was going to be inevitable.

But there was no way I could stop it. I just had to right it out. It was all I had left at this point.

And this, dear readers, is where the story really begins.


Evan's going to be important to the storyline. I hope you like him, because he helps reveal a secret about Maya later on. He's a good kid, I promise.

Also, I'm wondering if I should make the rating higher. I don't know though, let me know what you guys think. I'm up for whatever you want.

Fun fact: I had a completely different idea for this chapter, before I went with this one. Also, Evan is inspired and loosely based by a character named Collin on an episode of Cold Case I'm watching right now. It's a really good episode. You should watch it. Though, I don't know the name of the episode, so. Yeah.