Bianca pulled into the school parking lot and shook her head, trying to get the nightmare out of her mind. She could still hear the sickening crunch and the expression on his face when the truck had slammed in to him. No pain; just peace. Her hand slammed over her mouth and she pressed her forehead into the steering wheel, trying to keep the contents of her stomach down. She knew eating was a horrible idea, but her mother just would not leave her alone.
Pushing open the door and stepping from the car her mind wandered back to the dream. She pushed the image from her mind and focused more on why she would have that dream. It wasn't like she hated the junior, heck she'd never really hated the boy; she just wanted the school to think so. Maybe the dream was telling her that she really wanted Adam to die… which didn't make any sense since she didn't want the kid to die. Did anyone ever really want someone else to die?
She decided not to answer that, but scratched that idea off her 'Why I Dreamed This' list. Maybe it was some kind of sign given by God; telling her to make amends with him before it was too late. She quickly scratched that off the list as well. Since when did God care about her personal problems? Maybe it was just a simple nightmare and she was looking too much into things. That last one seemed much more plausible.
That didn't stop her stomach from turning when she saw the boy crossing the street, and it also didn't stop her from giving him a kind smile when he looked in her direction.
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As Bianca walked down the hallways she still couldn't shake the nightmare from her mind. Something about it just made it stick to her mind and a nagging voice in the back of her head was telling her there was more to it then she thought.
"Miss DeSousa," a voice broke into her thoughts and she stopped. Mr. Simpson stood in front of her, beaming like he had just won the lottery. After Bianca started paying more attention in class and getting her grades up the two's relationship changed drastically. She was no longer the rebel that was repeatedly sent to his office for a lecture and punishment. In his eyes she was probably one of his success cases. Proof that the new school rules would help get rid of drama and help people move on with their high school careers.
Bianca just didn't want to end up as some pathetic loser like her parents.
"Yes Mr. Simpson?" she asked. Whenever he wanted to talk she knew it wasn't just about punishment anymore. Now he was trying to help her get her future together and do something worthwhile.
"Just got the call from your sister; congratulations on getting into Yale." A slow smile spread across her lips and she shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Thanks Mr. S; couldn't have done it without you." He smiled, patted her on the shoulder and made his way down the hallway. Even the memory of making it to Yale couldn't get that nightmare out of her mind.
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Bianca sat on the log and swirled her beer around; not bothering to take a swig. She'd normally never give up the chance to have a beer, but at the moment she just wasn't feeling it. Her stomach was churning and she felt like she'd empty the contents of her stomach onto the gravel if she put anything else in it. She watched the flames continue to flicker but when they slowly morphed into Adam's face she looked away.
Why was that dream haunting her?
"Hey Bee," Owen said, slamming down next to her and throwing his arm over her shoulders. The sudden movement nearly made her lose her lunch, but she held it down with a grimace. She still tasted bile in the back of her throat and turned to glare at Owen.
"What?" she snapped and he instantly retracted his hand, raising both in surrender.
"Whoa; whoa senior. No need to get all high and mighty because you're out of school." Owen defended and Bianca's eyes narrowed. Ever since her junior year, when she moved in with her sister and started paying attention in classes, her grades got better and better. Owen had been surprised at first but let it slide, actually happy she was doing better for herself. But ever since he found out he would be repeating his senior year and she would be graduating their friendship had hit some rocky waters. He always insisted that she was acting like all of them were beneath her, and it got old.
"It's not my fault you got held back, Owen." Bianca snapped defensively. His eyes darkened and he opened his mouth to shoot some witty comment back at her when his eyes rested on something over her shoulder. A disgusted grimace slid onto his face and Bianca's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What are they doing here?" Bianca curiously glanced over her shoulder and noticed Eli and Adam making their way towards the bonfire. They high-fived a couple people on their way over.
"Glad you could make it Adam!" someone shouted and he nodded in their direction, smiling slightly. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable being here, and he had every reason to be. Sure; half of the students hanging around were good friends with him. But the other half hated his guts and would do anything to see him dead; Owen was one of them.
"What are you doing here, freak?" Owen spat, standing up and sloshing some beer onto Bianca. She barely paid attention to that; her eyes focusing on Adam instead. He froze and glanced over, making eye contact with Owen and then Bianca. Bianca stared right back before the image of him watching her before getting hit by a car flashed through her mind. She quickly averted her gaze and gulped down most of her beer, intending to stay out of it.
"Watch yourself Owen." Eli snapped, jumping to his friend's defense. Owen's glare quickly snapped over to the Goth boy and narrowed even more. The tension between the boys had not disappeared in the year they had to mature. Owen still blamed Eli for his best friend's expulsion and Eli still hated Owen for all the pain he caused Adam throughout the year.
"Think you're all high and mighty because you're graduating, eh Goth boy?" Owen snapped and Bianca sighed irritably.
"Knock it off Owen." She snapped, much to everyone's surprise. Owen's eyes drifted towards his friend and his eyebrows shot up.
"Siding with him Bee?" he asked, "Some kind of friend you are. Do you think that just because you are graduating and going to some hot shot college that you're better than me? Whether you like it or not you're still one of us." He growled and Bianca's hand clutched into a fist around her beer.
"Go fuck yourself Owen." She muttered, bringing the bottle back to her lips.
"Or maybe you're defending him because you have a little crush on the faggot. Did know you flew that way Bee."
"I said shut up!" Eli snapped, his hands clutched into fists as he took a few menacing steps toward the previous football player. Owen gaze a smug smirk.
"And what are you going to do to make me?" While Eli and Owen continued to yell at each other Bianca saw Adam slip away from the corner of her eye. Her heart literally stopped beating and, leaving the two to their squabble, she followed after him.
Disclaimer:
I don't –sob- own Degrassi D:
Author's Notes:
(: I was surprised by all the feedback I got; thanks guys! :D
School was sooooooooo tiring D: I haven't been absent that long in my entire life and now I have a giant crap load of things I've got to do. :/ Not to mention I have to rehearse a little more before the play and help fix up some of the props ): So many extracurricular activities; it's not even funny D:
On the plus side; my crappy English partner left me alone! :D
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