It was long after Vegas night. Fitz had gotten arrested for bringing a knife, the prick. Being a friend of hers, you'd think she would care that her friend had been sent to jail, but the real truth was that she didn't give a crap - he had done it to himself, egging on GothBoy by bringing Little Miss Perfect to the dance. Boys. They were fucking idiots.

Yawning, she made her way to the upstairs bathroom and flicked on the light. She squinted, the brightness blinding her momentarily, and ran a brush through her tangled curls. She dressed in the school's ugly new uniform grudgingly, cutting off some of the skirt's length by folding it at the waist. She smoothed the shirt over the folds and examined her figure in the mirror. Glancing at the clock, she noted that she had no less than five minutes to make it school, and her stomach flipped. Not because she was going to be late. Because the sooner she got there, the sooner she would see him. Why that excited her, she had no clue.

Dropping the brush angrily, she tore open the bathroom door, grabbed her bag from the hallway floor, and left the house at once. Adam would be shocked she'd forgotten her hair mousse.

She walked to Degrassi, since riding with Fitz was now out of the question and her mother was at work. It was barely a ten minute walk but she was already pissed off by the time she reached the building. Bianca shoved her bag in her locker roughly, planning on skipping her first class, but her math teacher happened to be walking by at that moment, giving her a stern look, and she reminded herself that she really didn't need another call home.

Grudgingly, she entered the classroom - the one she'd always hated, simply for being held at 9 in the morning. She sat far at the back, taking her seat next to Owen. She didn't bother to greet him, leaning her chin on her palm, zoning everything out for a few peaceful minutes.

Thoughts of Vegas night entered her mind...

Blue. That was all she saw.

She placed her finished exam on the supervisor's desk and left the room, sending an empty smile to Drew. She knew he would give in, in the end. Not because they had any connection whatsoever, but because Drew was just like any other boy. Simple. Disposable. Temporary.

It was disconcerting why all of a sudden, hooking up in a dirty boiler room was all buisness.. It didn't matter anyway. She just knew this had to piss him off. His own brother hooking up with the girl he used to sort-of be into, who'd once gotten him thrown through a glass door? If that didn't get under his skin, then nothing would.

She waited in the hallway, watching all the students of Degrassi hurry out of school in an excited rush, already pumped for Vegas night. She wasn't too ecstatic about attending - school dances weren't her thing ; she preferred concerts to her school's sweaty gym - but it was a definite way to see her plan unfold.

Soft footsteps entered the hall and soon Drew was in front of her, looking guilty and unsure. He reminded Bianca again about his little girlfriend and she ignored it - again. If he cared about this girl so much, he'd be here with her instead right now. She took hold of his belt loop, pulling him into the room, holding him there with her eyes. So easily tempted.

Once inside, she got straight to it. She pushed him against the farthest wall roughly as he started to change his mind again. No backing out now, buddy. With his back against the brick, his breathing picked up and Bianca placed a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, giving him a seductive smile. She leaned in ever so slowly, sliding both hands to his belt, and kissed him forcefully. Distracting him with her lips, she slowly undid the belt at his waist.

Staring into Drew's deep brown eyes, she wondered why she only saw blue. A beautiful, flowing ocean of blue that she could just get lost in - God, she was turning into such a girl. Luckily, Drew and Adam weren't blood-related and so she couldn't find any similiarities between them.

Bianca pictured his face when he heard the news later this evening. "Andrew, how could you - Bianca?" She smiled, this small mistake would pay off for her. Maybe not for Drew and his little girlfriend.. but who really cared about them?

It was unacceptable that she felt anything but disgust after finding out what Adam was. Was it not her that greeted him with words like "tranny," "freak," and "lesbo"? Was she not horrified when she'd ripped open his shirt that day and exposed his secret? Hadn't she been satisfied when Fitz and Owen taught him a lesson and gotten suspended for it? Yes. So why she kept thinking about him was a mystery to all.

And why she was now hooking up with Drew Torres, someone she wouldn't normally go for - being the typical, egotistical football jock that she despised - just for his freak of a brother was an even bigger mystery...

Mr. Fitch, the short, balding history teacher she'd come to hate, cleared his throat to get the class' attention. But a beanie-wearing, blue-eyed boy slipped in at the last minute and he held up a hand to the class as the boy spoke quietly, blushing slightly. Bianca couldn't believe it, that this was really happening. Just. Her. Luck.

She was still staring at Adam when he, very reluctantly, surveyed the classroom, looking for a place to sit. They locked eyes almost at once, and Bianca glared. He didn't seem all that bothered - used to her bad attitude, she guessed. He sat at the back as well, though as far away from her as he could get. That pissed her off even more.

For his sake as well as hers, she kept her eyes on the lesson the entire hour they were stuck together. But her anger didn't abate.

Fitch announced an important, very mandatory, assignment starting tomorrow and she jumped for joy. No really, she was so happy.

Adam caught her attention again, playing with his stupid hat. His eyes were bored while he spun the hat around and around the desk, paying no mind to the teacher giving him stern looks. He didn't notice, and jumped back when Fitch snatched it from his hands, landing him in detention. She smirked, satisfied. It was his own stupid fault, no wonder he'd gotten transferred from Advanced Math, the boy had the attention span of a dead mouse.

It was his own fault too, she thought, that she was so.. infatuated. He'd flirted first, not giving up even when she ignored him completely. Him and those stupid blue eyes, that stupid beanie cap that she admitted made him look..cute, that stupidly contagious smile - rare nowadays. Just so...stupid.

She hadn't realised she'd been staring so long when the bell surprised her. He shoved his books away at once, eager to leave and meet his friends, she guessed. He reached up to touch his hat before remembering he didn't have it anymore, and ended up patting himself on the head a few times before realising that. Bianca snicked, such a dork, and grabbed it from the teacher's desk before leaving the room after him.

Oh, but he'd miss this. Her lips formed a grin.