Sorry for the inconsistent updates. I've been writing the chapters out of order (i have like 10 chapters half written) and i keep getting distracted by school, youtube, etc.
I'll try to update more often, so review if you like the story :)
-Desiree

After spending the rest of the day avoiding concerned questions from his two best friends, Adam walked into Media Immersion, feeling relief that he could finally break away from them. Clare had some family thing, and so, wouldn't be here to interogate him any longer.

But the sight of a girl, sitting just two seats away from him, made him stop in his tracks. Bianca.

He figured she had skipped the rest of the day and, to be honest, he really didn't the constant reminder.

Regretfully, he sat down and tried to ignore her presence. She seemed to be doing the opposite.

"Adam," she said quickly, when he refused to look her way. Well, I guess I deserve that too, she thought grudgingly, still not quite used to the whole 'honesty' thing.

Walking up the steps of Degrassi, she'd made a decision. One that was long since due. She wasn't going to let that spoiled little New York brat sink her manicured claws into Adam if it killed her.

He glanced over for a small second, his face expressionless, and didn't respond. He kept his gaze focused on his computer, but she could tell he wasn't listening to a word Ms. Oh was saying.

She scoffed, opening the messenger window on her own screen, annoyed. She usually didn't have to try so hard to get boys. In fact, normally she didn't have to try at all. They came to her. But of course, Adam wasn't like other boys.

Bianca paused over the keys, trying to think of something profound to say. But this wasn't like the movies and she had had a feeling some romantic poem of confession wasn't what he wanted anyway.

She wrote several drafts, full of apologies and excuses. But they were so sincere, they didn't sound like her at all. So she hit erase, again and again.

Eventually, she ended up with two simple, honest words. Bianca was positive they wouldn't work; she'd said them once before and they hadn't changed anything. But she had to try something.

bdesousa: I'M SORRY.

She clicked enter and waited, her heart pounding a little too fast.

A moment later, she heard him type softly on his own keyboard and she held her breath, waiting for the reply.

atorres: FOR WHAT?

Bianca rolled her eyes. She should have expected that.

bdesousa: FOR LYING...

He took a moment longer this time to reply.

atorres: I THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING BRUTALLY HONEST, ACTUALLY.

bdesousa: NOT EXACTLY...

bdesousa: SO... she typed slowly, APOLOGY ACCEPTED?

This time, his reply was quick.

atorres: I'LL THINK ABOUT IT.

Bianca stared blankly at the screen. What was there to think about? She glanced over at Adam, who was typing away on his assignment, and gritted her teeth.

Bianca Desousa waited around for no one. If he wouldn't come willingly, she would drive him crazy until he did. Her fingertips tapped on the desk, trying to think of something that would do just that.

Breathing deeply, she opened her locker. She felt sort of jumpy, as if somehow everyone knew every last detail of what was happening between her and Adam and were staring at her because of it. She'd practically offered herself to him and he'd rejected her. Bianca's cheeks heated.

Shoving her books inside, she closed the locker, thinking about burying her head in a trash can if it helped ease her embarassment. Well, not for long, she thought, as a certain jock spotted her from down the hall.

"Hey," said an eager voice and she turned to see KC breaking free of a crowd of football groupies. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Where were you the other night?" he asked brightly. He was leaning close to her as he spoke and Bianca's mouth twisted in disgust. She tried to look more interested, but it was more difficult than it should be.

"Detention," she lied, smiling brightly at him. It seemed to have the opposite effect; KC's brows knitted together in confusion. She was usually snappy and manipulative. It was weird seeing her like this, but he didn't necessarily mind. He preferred happy, bubbly girls anyway, even if all they wanted him for was one-time sex.

Ignoring that, KC smiled back reluctantly. "Oh," he replied. "Well, we could reschedule if, you know, you're still interested."

Bianca smirked, but this time it was all for show. "Oh," she said, hooking a finger in his jacket zipper and pulling down. "I'm interested."

KC gulped and Bianca decided it was time to go. She winked at him and strutted down the hall toward the school parking lot.

Adam sighed, kicking off his shoes as he entered the Torres household. He wandered into the living room, where his step brother Drew was sprawled out on the couch, half of his very limited attention on the tv and half on his cell phone. Adam rolled his eyes and sat opposite him, grabbing the remote. Drew didn't notice, too busy typing away on his phone. Suddenly, he burst out laughing at a text message he'd recieved.

"What?" Adam said distractedly while flipping through the channels.

Drew sat up, noticing him for the first time. He grinned, still chuckling. "You won't believe this, guess what?"

"Hmm?" Adam replied, not paying attention.

"KC is hooking up with Bianca right now," he burst out, laughing loudly again.

Adam's head snapped up. "Bianca's with who right now?" he said, slight jealousy colouring his voice despite his efforts to hide it.

"KC. You remember him, right?" Drew confirmed, holding up his phone as apparent proof. Adam stared at it, his face expressionless.

"Yeah..I remember," Adam said absently, trying not to wonder what exactly they were doing together. It wasn't as if he cared.

"Anyway, he was bragging about it in the locker room today. I can't believe he'd be that stupid, after what happened with me and Alli." Drew said, amused.

"Right.." he replied and despite his unenthusiastic responses, his step brother didn't seem to notice his strange mood.

"That idiot," Drew laughed as he flipped back over onto his back, still typing away.

Adam leaned back, turning around. He stared at the television screen without really seeing it. He didn't care...right?