"Oh is right," I said kind of rudely, glaring. What the hell? Drew is my BROTHER. What happened for looking out for each other? Granted we haven't hung out recently, but the one time I need him he's sucking face with the whore that outed me to the whole school. So sorry if I don't exactly approve. Bianca didn't look at me, and I couldn't tell why. Maybe because she was embarrassed, maybe because she felt bad, or maybe because she couldn't stand looking at me because she hates me so much.

"Hey Adam," Drew said nonchalantly, taking a step from Bianca and 'casually' running a hand through his hair. I wasn't buying it.

"I see you've lowered your standards."

"Excuse me?" Bianca interjected.

"Don't mess with me right now, Bianca. I swear I am so close to murdering someone."

"Yea, cuz you're so scary," she teased, but quickly backed off when she saw my death glare. I knew I could never hit a girl, call me old fashioned, even it was a girl like Bianca. But she didn't have to know that. I knew it wasn't exactly chivalrous to threaten her, but just once I decided not to blame myself for something.

"Dude, are you okay?" Drew looked worried.

"Oh yea, I'm fine," I say, a bit too rudely even for my mood right now. "It can wait until your done fucking the skank." Bianca gasped and I felt horrible as I walked away. I sat down in the bushes, and took off my Degrassi sweatshirt, feeling slightly overheated. I pulled my knees up to my chest, starting to cry. I was pretty secluded, and I didn't notice anyone nearby. When did my life get so messed? None of this was worth it. Fitz wasn't worth losing my friends. Why did I even like him? The guy had been nothing but an asshole to me since he found out about me being transgender. I sighed. At least he was up front about it. He didn't act all accepting only to use it against me later.

"Hell no!" I yelled. How dare the tranny call me a skank?

"Bianca, don't get upset," Drew tried to calm me down.

"Don't get upset? Don't get UPSET?"

"You know you're not exactly Adam's favorite person-"

"I don't give a fuck who his favorite person is! No one talks to me like that!" I stalked off in the direction I saw him go, ready to give him a piece of my mind. I found the little asshole in the bushes, his face all splotchy, and I stopped myself. I was out of his line of sight; I don't think he even noticed me. His Degrassi sweatshirt was tossed aside, and I saw faded red rectangular marks down his left arm, making me stiffen. They looked painful, and I wondered how he got them. Wait, shouldn't I be telling him off right now? I shouldn't be feeling sorry for him! But he looked so vulnerable- like a 4 year old who got pushed off a swing, and I just couldn't bring myself to kick him too, no matter how tempting it was.

"Adam?" I asked, immediately regretting it. The second I made a sound, his head whipped up, his bloodshot eyes meeting mine. He quickly wiped his eyes, got up on his feet, and leaned down slightly to wipe off his pants. Upon doing so, he saw his arm and remembered it was uncovered. He blushed, slightly panicked, and grabbed his sweatshirt. Before he could slip it on however, I grabbed it and held it away.

"What the hell, Bianca?" He yelled, starting to reach for it with his left hand out of instinct, but then quickly switched to reach for it with his right one, his left arm by his side.

"Where did you get those?" I asked, pointing to his arm. He glared at me, covering the scars with his hand.

"Lighters do wonders," He said through his teeth. I widened my eyes. He…burned himself? I remembered when my parents would get mad at me. They'd slap me, or they'd insult me, or they'd hit me. It would hurt so much, and I would hate myself, until I realized they were the ones with issues. In the end I knew it was a problem with them. But Adam, hurting himself… I heard that people would do that, but I couldn't imagine it. There was no way escaping that. I almost…felt sorry. I couldn't, though. I had a reputation. Fitz and Owen would think I was crazy. But I am dating his brother, and it would be nice to do that without Adam's 'skank' comments. I inwardly grimaced, realizing that's how he felt about my 'tranny' comments.

"Why?"

"It's none of your business!" He snapped.

"Adam-"

"You'll never have enough will you? Just leave me ALONE!" I froze, his comment digging under my skin and tearing it up. I took a step towards him, but he dropped down to his knees, staring at the ground. A very small part wanted to comfort him, but who knows what he's been through today? I should just leave. I walked away feeling cold.