Adam ran a hand through his hair and opened the refrigerator, his mind processing what Bianca had told him by his locker. Could it really be true? Could Fiona Coyne actually still have feelings for him? And if Bianca really talked things out with Fitz and Owen, and he talked with Fiona then maybe—no. He knew he couldn't go behind his brother's back and backstab him like that, even if Drew had done it to him.

"Hey Adam." Speak of the devil.

"Drew." Adam replied curtly, making no move to hide how extremely and utterly pissed he was at the older boy. Drew sighed and ran a hand through his hair while Adam took the milk carton over towards the table.

"Adam…" Drew started, wanting to clear the air between the two brothers. Adam had been avoiding him for a while and he really wanted to know what was going on. God knew he had no clue what made his brother act this way. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Adam snapped before drinking straight from the carton. Drew, deciding to drop the soft approach, stormed over towards his little brother and knocked the carton from his hands. "Hey!" Adam shouted, rounding on his older brother. "What is your problem?"

"What's my problem? What the hell is your problem?" Drew countered, his eyes flashing.

"I'm not the one that just pushed a milk carton out of another person's hand like some-" before Adam could finish his oh-so-witty and well thought out comment Drew cut him off.

"You've been acting like some prissy little bitch for the past couple of days though!" Drew countered and Adam's hands clenched into fists.

"I am not some prissy little bitch." Adam growled, his glare slicing through Drew's confidence like a knife. He masked it well and continued his onslaught.

"You're sure acting like it. Why the hell are you acting like this?" Drew snapped. Adam crossed his arms over his chest and spun on his heel.

"I don't have time to deal with your shit right now." Adam said before stomping away. Drew's eyes flashed again and he charged after his younger brother, not planning on letting the sophomore get away that easily. He caught Adam in the hallway and used his football training to tackle him to the ground. "Get off!" Adam shouted, struggling to get out of his older brother's grip.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong!" Drew countered. Adam ground his teeth together in frustration before using all his strength to roll them over so he was on top.

"Just leave me alone!" Adam grabbed the hallway night-stand for support and pulled himself up, intent on fleeing. Drew grabbed Adam's arm and dragged him back on the ground before Adam could escape to the stairs though. Adam stumbled and ended up taking the night-stand down with him. The vase with fake flowers clattered to the ground, as did the family picture of them the summer before at Disneyland. Drew winced at the sound of glass shattering and Adam used that to try and escape toward the stairs again.

"Tell me what's wrong!" Drew shouted, rolling over so he was on his stomach and grabbed Adam around the ankles. Adam yelped as he hit the ground before feebly attempting to crawl out of his brother's grip. "You're being really immature Adam!"

"I'm home!" the distinct voice of Mrs. Torres could be heard as the door opened. She nearly fainted at the sight of the scattered flowers, shattered vase and cracked picture frame. What really made her heart stop was the sight of her two boys struggling by the stairs.

"You want to know what? I saw you and Fiona kiss when you knew I liked her!" Adam shouted, struggling to make it up the stairs. "So excuse me for not wanting to talk to my backstabbing brother." The shock of Adam's words made Drew loosen his grip enough for Adam to make his escape. There was loud thumping as Adam took off up the stairs and then a loud slam that signaled he had made it to his room. A second after there was silence.

"What the hell is going on here?" Mrs. Torres's voice cut through the tense silence after Adam's statement. Drew knew that they were in trouble by her tone and the fact that she had cussed and he realized just how angry Adam was at him.

Shit had really hit the fan.

xxxxxxx

"Why do you want us to lay off that fag, Bee?" Owen asked accusingly, one eyebrow rising. Bianca knew this little conversation with the two of them was not going the way she wanted it to and she rolled her eyes in response to his question, trying to brush off the thought he was implying.

"Because it's getting old." She offered the lame excuse before looking at Fitz for some type of help.

"She's right on that one." Fitz said, jumping to Bianca's defense. Owen's glare snapped between the two of them and they shared a look of 'oh crap'. Owen's eyes widened in realization.

"You like him!" he accused.

"No!" Bianca defended swiftly, a little too swiftly. Owen's glare was back and he stared at her like she was some kind of traitor. He sneered in disgust and Bianca stopped herself from punching that look right off his face.

"So are you some lesbian now, Bee? Getting a crush on that little-"

"Shut up Owen." Fitz jumped in, seeing that Bianca was trying to stop herself from clawing the football player's eyes out. Owen continued to sneer.

"That's disgusting. Do you have little lesbian fantasies about that little wannabe?" Bianca lunged but, Fitz quickly held her back.

"Go to hell Owen," Bianca snarled, "He's more of a man then you'll ever be!"

Disclaimer:

I don't –sob- own Degrassi D:

Author's Notes:

I need to stop getting hurt. ):

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