Hello, I'm really glad a lot of people are taking the time to read this story. After the finale, Badam is one of my ships. Lets make it happen, writers! Lol, thank you for the reviews, and I know this may seem like a late update but I only have time to write on weekends because school takes over 5 days of my week. Enjoy!
Side note: Adam has NOT had any surgery in this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.
Strong Willed
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The sun was set and there was a small wind in the air. The breeze hit my cheeks and I started to feel myself calm down. When we lived in Boston, I was never able to take a stroll down a deserted sidewalk Where we lived, there were always cars or some obnoxious noise wherever one went. Though I do admit, Toronto has its busy streets but we lived in the suburban area and the park was near by.
When I could escape from everyone else and find peace on my own, I feel like myself, for once. I felt comfortable by myself. I mean, I am happy that I can go through the world being me, but sometimes its good to be by myself and not having to worry for someone to judge me.
I crossed the street and could see the park in view. I walked on the green field and kept my head down as my eyes were trained on my feet. The only sound being my steps.
Perfect.
"You have the stuff. I'm calling it a night."
I skid to a halt when the fiery voice rung through my ears. I lifted my head and saw Bianca and a tall guy hovering over her. I quickly went behind a tree and saw the guy dangling a plastic bag before sniffing it.
"Nice job, Bee. But don't think you're done yet."
The male moved in for Bianca, grabbing her waist and pulling her to him. My hands automatically turned to fists in regards to his inappropriate touching.
"Get off of me," she shoved the male away, but in a split second, the male slapped her across the face.
I didn't know if it was the fact that a male just laid a hand on a female or if it was because it was Bianca, that my feet were speeding towards them, my body was out of my control and it was on the verge of rage.
"Get away from her!" I screeched in the cool night, my body coming to halt in front of the intimidating male.
Bianca's brown eyes were wide in surprise and her lips parted in a small gasp. I've never seen such a sight.
"What are you doing here?" she said in a scared quick tone rather then her regular harsh one.
I ignored her and fixed my eyes on the ape next to her, whom was giving me an amused look.
"Who's this, Bee? Your boyfriend?" he mocked in a childish tone before chuckling.
"Don't you ever touch her again," I threatened in the most menacing voice I could muster without making it sound too strained. I took a step towards the lanky guy whose head was hiding under a cap and hood. He looked at me in disbelief before bursting out in laughter.
"Oh, my. I'm so scared," he taunted while using his hands as gestures.
"Adam, just go," Bianca pleaded, making me look over at her. Her brown eyes were sill wide and she looked genuinely scared at the moment. I couldn't let anything happen to her.
"You're coming with me," I stated, walking over to her. Before I could pull her away however, the guy took Bianca's arm and roughly yanked her out of my reach.
"Uh, uh, I don't think so, Bianca and me here have some…unfinished business," he eyes Bianca hungrily and I felt my stomach turn violently.
Rage took over my vision and unknowingly, I charged towards the guy and sent him tumbling to the ground. Bianca must've fallen too but I was too busy putting in punches and hits. The guy rolled us over and tackled me. I tried to shield myself but before anything further happened, the guy sat up and looked down at me in shock.
"You're a…"
His pause gave me the upper hand as I took my knee and shoved it in his lower region. He groaned loudly and tumbled onto the grass beside me. I stood up quickly and helped Bianca up as well.
"Come on," I said, grabbing her hand.
We ran out of the park, my hand in hers as I led the way. We were panting and hurting but we needed to get away as soon as possible. The streets were dark and my hand felt cold but I kept moving, running and running until we reached safety. We stopped in front of my house and I brought Bianca inside.
"Are you okay?" I asked as she took a seat on my couch.
She nodded.
"So you want anything to drink?"
She looked pretty shaken up and I didn't exactly know what to do but offer her something.
Bianca looked up at me, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. "Do you have tea?"
She said it in such a quiet voice, I almost didn't hear her. I didn't think she was capable of being this vulnerable, yet again, I noticed a lot of different things about Bianca tonight.
"Sure. I'll be back in a few minutes."
As I filled the kettle up with water and took out the jar of tea bags, my mind was still reeling that the Bianca DeSousa was in my house. She was attacked and could've gotten really hurt if it weren't for me? This scenario is a little weird to think about. Just hours ago, she was interrogating me, as normal as the day before.
The whistling dissolved my thoughts and I quickly made the tea and grabbed myself a pop before leaving the kitchen to walk back in the living room. But when I went back, Bianca was gone.
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The next morning was a tense ride to school. Even Drew's loud barbaric music couldn't deafen the thick tension in the car. Mom was driving in silence, Drew sat in the back seat bopping to the music while I was in the passenger seat, looking out the window to avoid any direct contact.
I didn't tell anyone about Bianca last night. But I was this close to go after her. I decided against it because she probably wouldn't have let me take her back to my house. I prayed to God last night that she didn't go back to that asshole.
"Okay, here we go. School," my mother amounted as the car came to a stop.
I blinked out of my trance and took off my seat belt, opening the door.
"Adam, wait."
My hand froze on the handle and I saw Drew walk up the steps before pulling the door closed and turning to my mom. She looked like she didn't know what to say. Her mouth was twisted to speak but words weren't coming out. I waited as she took in a breath and averted her eyes on the steering wheel. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before looking back at me.
"I know last night wasn't exactly how you wanted things to go," she paused. "But I'm trying here, Adam. I really am."
She really was. And I felt horrible for snapping at her last night and leaving the house in a fit. It was immature and selfish of me.
"I know, mom. I'm really sorry about last night. I just….have a lot going on right now," I sighed tiredly.
She gave me a smile that looked relieved and I felt even more bad for putting her through this.
"I'm so glad to hear that. I'll tell you what, tonight after dinner, we'll discuss more about your ideas on a family vacation."
I smiled. "Sounds good, bye mom."
I left the car afterwards and went straight inside the school, in time before the first bell rung. Morning classes went by slowly and I tried my best to find Bianca in between classes, but I couldn't find her. Only the two Neanderthals - Fitz and Owen- that she hangs out with.
After the morning classes were over and lunch swung around, I found myself sitting outside on the picnic bench with Eli and Clare mercilessly flirting with each other. Not exactly one of my favourite lunches, if you ask me.
"Stop it, I need that for class!" Clare squealed over something I didn't pay attention to notice.
"Ouch, lady! I'm wounded."
"You deserve it."
I was picking at my meatloaf sandwich in boredom as their voices filled as background noise in my ears. My eyes scanned the school parking lot and main entrance and I saw Bianca walk inside the school.
"Hey, guys, I'm going to go to the washroom. I'll be back," I grabbed my bag and ignored their curious looks as I sped up the steps and into the school.
Since it was lunch, the halls were fairly deserted, save for the few students that sit along the lockers. I followed Bianca until she reached a deserted hallway.
"Bianca!"
She stopped and turned around, her stance was strong and independent as it usually was. The fear from last night was gone. As I walked up to her, she looked at me with boredom and small disgust.
"What is it?" she demanded, pursing her glossed lips.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay," I said cautiously. "You just took off after we went to my house."
"That's because I don't need nurture from a tranny," she sneered, her eyes narrowed.
I was more annoyed then pissed when she called me that. "We're back to that again? I thought we were on first name basis again?"
"You think you're so funny don't you?" she asked in a harsh tone, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
But I didn't respond to her question. I was too busy looking at the small bruise forming on the side of her left eye.
"Did you put ice on that?" I asked, analyzing the bruise carefully.
Bianca's hand flew to the bruise almost immediately and she quickly covered it with her hair.
"Why do you care anyways?" she snarled, but her eyes were holding small curiosity.
I stared at her for a few minutes before turning around and walking away but not before looking back at her. " Because unlike you, I happen to be a decent human being."
I walked back out of the school and to the picnic table.
