At a small table outside the Dot sat a pretty brunette sipping her half-sweet, fat-free mocha frappuccino with a smile playing on her lips. Zoë knew very well that she wasn't supposed to be out and about, but some people were worth the risk. Case in point, Zig Novac. She couldn't lie. He fascinated her. Rough and tough on the exterior but with an unwavering heart of gold. It had taken her much longer than it should have to realize that he was indeed always this nice, which is why she was ready to take a leap of faith and trust him. She closed off her heart for far too long, and even tried to convince Zig that he was better off without and her. Still, his persistence over the phone that night did pay off, and after being robbed of her supposed good luck smooch, she was more than ready to collect what she had hoped to receive on the day of the cheerleading competition.

She could still vividly remember the way the calloused pads of his thumbs and palms rested delicately on her cheeks and how his wide hands firmly and protectively cupped both sides of her face and neck as if she was going to break after she had emerged from the smoky school. Even after months of proving that she was not a fragile porcelain doll who needed attention from boys, it felt good to be cared for and worried over even if she only allowed it to last for a split second. But tonight all that was going to change. Zoë pictured Zig pulling her in his strong arms, tipping her chin upwards with a curved finger and leaning down to give her a thorough yet gentle kiss that would melt all of her Oomfchat repercussions away, even if it was going to just be for one night. Trusting that he was going to stand by her after explaining the story from her side gave her courage like never before.

She looked at her watch and her eyes widened when she saw the time. Zig was actually forty-five minutes late. Was this a prank? Did he think that he could get away with standing her up?

What sounded like drunken bickering between two guys ripped through her thoughts. Turning her head to shoot them a glare, her jaw dropped after witnessing a shirtless Zig dragging a drunk Miles who was in the middle of taking a swig at a bottle he was clutching in his hand. It looked like Miles didn't have any free will in the matter because they were suspiciously connected with a pair of handcuffs.

"What's going on?" demanded Zoë, rising from her chair. "Why is this jerk attached to you? And why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Zoë, so glad you're here," slurred Zig with glazed eyes. "I thought you were g-gonna leave!"

"I was leaving. And it doesn't look like you're giving me a good reason to stay."

"Wait! I still wanna go out with you, even if you are behind Degrassi Nudes."

"You… do?"

"Yeah! Even if selling boob shots was stupidest idea ever 'cause you're basically running a child pornography ring."

"What did you just say?"

"And even though you treated us guys like idiots for using our raging hormones to finance your fundraiser, I guess I can still date you."

Zig was babbling and Zoë was fuming. She wasn't going to be anyone's charity case. While he was only making things worse by digging himself deeper in a hole, he completely missed the rage clouding Zoë's eyes, the way she gritted her teeth, and how her hands were balled up tight. But Miles noticed. He'd seen the same look in her eyes on the first day of school after she dumped her drink all over Perino. He'd also seen the same look in his father's eyes right before his fists began to fly. Not having enough time to cry out a warning, he pushed the other boy's shoulders down only to be on the receiving end off the punch that was not even meant for him.

Miles was out cold and Zig was flabbergasted that his worst enemy saved him from a black eye. He was so stunned that he hardly registered Zoë yelling his ear off and telling him not to call her ever again before storming off.

"Ugh, well that felt great," moaned Miles sarcastically shortly after he came to. "This is gonna leave a mark."

"Dude. You are totally awesome!" Zig cried out in pure admiration, and helped him up. "I can't believe that I thought you were a tool. That took balls, yo!"

"Chicks, man. They're unpredictable."

"Tell me about it. I don't blame you for switching to dudes. Hey, speak of the devil himself."

Miles turned his head to look and was mesmerized with the vision before him. Quickly following their breakup he was aware that Zoë took Tristan under her wing and convinced him that a makeover was a sure fire way to start fresh. Unfortunately for Miles it was like falling for him all over again. Gone was the blond that was so familiar to him since the day they met, only to be replaced with a light brown hair that Miles desperately wanted to run his fingers through because it looked even softer than ever before. Trailing his eyes lower down, he zoned in on Tristan's sexy, tattered vest that he must have left opened for the sole purpose of teasing the fact that it could easily be pushed off during a heated moment, something so intimate that Miles no longer had the right to do.

Now there he was, just across the street.

"He looks good."

Zig let out a howl of laughter.

"Bro, you want him!"

"No, I like Maya, remember?"

"Please. Everyone knows the whole 'you look good' line basically means that you want to jump their bones."

"I-It does?"

"Yeah man, it's written all over your face. Who knows? Maybe he'll take you back!"

Much too drunk with alcohol to come up with a reason why he shouldn't and encouraged by Zig's pep talk, they marched up to Tristan who was currently focused on texting to notice anything in his peripheral vision. Without thinking, Miles grabbed the lapels of the vest and yanked him in a deep kiss.

When Tristan was found himself in the sudden embrace his eyes immediately fell shut and he didn't even have to question the identity of this kissing bandit. His right arm snaked instinctively around Miles' waist to bring their bodies together and the only thing stopping him from digging his fingers into his hip was the fact that he was still clutching his phone. His mind turned itself off and all of his focus was poured into how good it felt to be kissing him again. Those were indeed the lips that he refused to forget even if he was attempting to move on. Tristan hummed in appreciation and buried his hand into the other boy's conditioned hair which he knew all too well to press him even closer to his quickly bruising lips. He felt Miles widen the kiss and he didn't hesitate to use his tongue to canvas the familiar territory of the interior of his mouth. He sighed when he felt him return the favour.

But the obnoxious sound of cheering that was at an uncomfortably close proximity brought him crashing back down to earth, and for the first time he registered the distinct smell of liquor invading his nostrils and the telltale taste of the bitter substance lingering on his tastebuds. Channeling the disgust from the time that Maya planted a wet one on him back in Paris combined with the bitterness of succumbing to a moment of weakness, he went through the motions of pushing Miles away and wiping his lips with a grunt. Needless to say, his reaction to the third hand that was limply attached to Miles' right wrist while he was peeling his ex off of him was genuine. That was when he noticed that he and Zig were linked together, and blushed when he recognized Miles' handcuffs.

"What the hell, Hollingsworth?"

"I n-need you, Tris! I made a mistake. Degrassi girls are such bitches," stuttered Miles, lips already pursed to go in for another kiss. Much to his disappointment, Tristan had a hand planted on his shoulder and kept him at arm's length to stop him from coming any closer.

"And why are they so awful?" Tristan asked Zig, simply choosing to ignore Miles for the time being.

"They're running around selling topless pics for cash an' making us guys look like losers for buying them."

"The two of you are doing a fine enough job on your own," Tristan muttered under his breath.

While he continued watching the drunken pair bad mouth the Power Cheer team, an evil smile widened across his face. Before he was interrupted by Dumb and Dumber, he was in the middle of texting an upset Zoë who was devastated with the way Zig blew her off. Now he had the perfect recipe for revenge and all he needed was to coax the trash talk into rhymes. Once his bestie uses her notorious skills of whipping up a dummy account in no time flat, MC Miles and DJ Z will have made their world debut.

People are gonna think it's hilarious.