A/N: Main Povs: KC, Eli, and Drew. Coincidentally nearly all of Clare's love interests.

K.C. came into school feeling very frustrated and annoyed. Last night he and Jenna had a date and it ended in another argument for them. It was the fourth argument they had this week.

He didn't know what to even do at this point. Despite them losing their virginities to each other in a way to get closer, it seems like they were driven even further apart since then. He was always doing something wrong in his girlfriend's eyes and on his end, Jenna was starting to come off as annoying.

He took his books for his early morning classes roughly and then slammed it. It was only in the corner of his eye that he saw Clare jump. He turned to face her. "Yeah?" He asked, somewhat gruffly.

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to go over the study sheet for our history exam one last time but I see you're not in the best mood," Clare answered stiffly before starting to walk away from him. He immediately felt most of his agitation evaporate out of guilt. "Wait," he replied as he grabbed her arm, "I'm sorry. Jenna and I got into a fight last night and it's dampening my mood this morning. But I shouldn't be taking it out on you," he apologized.

"What happened between you guys?" Clare questioned in concern.

"I was late from basketball practice and she had an attitude even though I explained it wasn't my fault. I called her out on it, and it was about to lead to this big blowout before the waiter came. At this point I wasn't in the mood anymore so I told her to order a salad so things could go by quicker, and she thought I was calling her fat," he explained, feeling his irritation come back at the memory. He was going to order a chicken wrap so it wasn't like he was only expecting her to eat a little bit. But that apparently wasn't enough for Jenna.

"Have you explained that to her? You may have not had bad intentions but to her, it comes off that way. She's not on the basketball team so she doesn't understand," Clare reasoned.

"Well she should , because she's on her little cheer team and I don't raise a fuss when she's late," he replied.

"And guys asking their girlfriends to order a salad comes across as sexist, because girls are always encouraged to eat less to maintain harmful beauty standards," Clare added.

"I wasn't even thinking that when I asked her to do it, Clare. I just want to leave quickly because I felt overwhelmed by her," he argued.

"You should have just told her that then. She wouldn't know that she's overwhelming you unless you explain," Clare said. He snorted.

"Like she would ever listen to me," he grumbled just as Jenna walked by with Alli. They shared a look, and K.C. wondered if she was in a better mood this morning.

She glared at him before walking away, answering his question.

"She'll get over it, I promise," Clare assured him.

"Yeah only after I beg on my knees for forgiveness over something stupid," he replied dryly, "Until then, let's head to the library to study."

"I'll go get Connor," Clare replied as she turned to walk away, but K.C. grabbed her arm again.

"I think it should just be us. Connor will be fine," he replied.

"Um…okay," she replied, and he could see the faintest hint of a blush on her round cheeks. It was always a cute sight to see.

They walked to the library together, and K.C. pondered if Clare still liked him.

Eli looked over the set for the musical as the actors practiced to make sure everything was in order. Tonight was opening night and despite not wanting to do this production at all in the first place, he needed the first string of reviews to be good.

Marisol was right beside him, and she was barely containing her squeal as she watched the actors perform. "Everything looks so beautiful, this is going to be amazing!" She gushed.

"Hopefully," he replied, shrugging.

"Why don't we celebrate with milkshakes at The Dot tonight? The milkshakes will be on meeeee," she offered.

"As tempting as that sounds, my parents are taking me to Little Miss Steaks afterwards," he turned down, and he truly felt bad about it. Mostly because he likes the idea of spending time with Marisol.

"Oh, I can come. My parents won't be able to see the premiere tonight because they're at work but I'll be glad to celebrate with you anyway," she insisted. Eli raised an eyebrow. It surprised him how eager she was to spend time with him but he didn't mind. At all.

"I'll ask them," he replied as they looked together at Chantay singing Poor Unfortunate Souls. Eli didn't have much of an opinion on Chantay since she was a year above him, but she was playing Ursula with great flair and sass so he supposed she was alright.

"I wish I could have played Ariel, she's like my favorite Disney princess," Marisol said with a sad sigh. Eli pictured her in his mind wearing the bright red hair, the green fish tail, and the purple seashell bra. He quickly pushed the image away before any unfortunate fantasies popped up.

"She gave her voice up for a guy she barely knew," he pointed out instead.

"Ariel wanted to see the human world far before that and her dad was too overprotective. He was smothering her and she needed to break free," she argued passionately, "She knew what she wanted, fought hard to have it, and got her happy ending. She's awesome."

"If you say so."

"I know so, Emo Boy. You need to judge less and open up a little more," she chided.

"This coming from the girl who couldn't understand why Holden Cauffield was the way he was when we were reading The Catcher In The Rye."

"Holden Cauffield is a boring, unlikable asshole and made that book unbearable. I swear you're the only person in class who liked him."

"Because he was a victim of several traumas over the years and it deeply darkened his psyche. Not everyone copes with trauma the way you want them too, Princess."

"Yeah, we all go through shit. But it's on us to make sure we deal with it in a way that doesn't destroy us or make other people miserable," she reasoned. She turned to face him, and her face was full of a darkness he didn't expect from her.

"I went through some terrible stuff in grade seven. And I just…dealt with it," she explained.

He knew about what happened at the dance that occurred at the end of the year. Everyone did. No one just wanted to talk about it, especially not Marisol. Mo didn't even want to discuss what he stopped that night. Due to Marisol's reputation, some kids chose to believe that she wanted to sleep with those kids, but Mo beat them up and she was simply fickle enough to date him afterwards. Because in their minds, girls like Marisol couldn't be victims.

He had went through his own share of trauma that year (he was fucking shot after all and nearly died from the blood loss), but at least the other kids in junior high pretended to be sympathetic towards him for a while.

"How do you deal with it?" He questioned.

She cracked a soft smile. "What I'm doing now, smiling and just not thinking about it," he replied.

Drew had problems looking at the passages in front of him as he went through the pages of Lord of The Flies. He wasn't even being lazy about reading this time, he was actually invested in the story. However, he always had difficulties reading because the longer he tried to read, the more jumbled up the words on the page would get.

"Andrew, would you mind reading the beginning of chapter eight?" Mrs. Kwan asked him, and he could feel himself sweating nervously. He was scared of Kwan because she was always ready to call him out in class for not paying attention or contact his mother if she felt he wasn't doing well in class, which he kinda wasn't. Just like last quarter, he was barely managing a C in English.

"Um…sure," he accepted, swallowing uncomfortably before beginning to read aloud the words, or at least trying to. The words were scrambling around again, and he couldn't decipher what any of it meant. He took his time reading as slow as he could, and each waking second he wanted to hide in the nearest hole. All eyes were on him and he felt like he was on trial.

By the time Kwan allowed him to stop, he had stumbled over so many words. He looked up at him, and she had a look in her eyes that signaled he was going to be in some kind of trouble.

"Andrew, you and I need to have a talk after class, okay?" She said, and he paled.

He could already hear his mom's shrill voice screaming in his ear.

Jenna ignored him all morning.

With each passing hour, K.C. was getting more grumpy about the situation. Was she really going to be mad at him all day over last night? It didn't make sense. Even though he admittedly was originally going to go for Clare at first, he quickly bonded with Jenna because he thought she understood him more. When they hung out at the rec center over the summer, they connected over being poor, being bullied for being poor in grade school, and their parents not being present in their lives. His father abandoned his mom and his mom was deemed unfit to raise him due to her drug and alcohol addiction. Jenna's father also abandoned her but her mother died from overdosing from heroin and she was placed in the custody of Kyle. So ideally, they knew the same traumas and thus should have had a better relationship then what they currently have.

Instead, he was finding his girlfriend quite annoying these days and he was sure the feeling was mutual.

In his English class, he looked over to Clare, who was reading some vampire fiction quietly after reading the required passage for their assigned book. She never looked as peaceful as she did when she was reading. K.C. watched the little gestures she made as she turned each page. Her eyebrows would widen in surprise whenever she read something shocking or she would narrow her eyes. During her free time, she would tell everyone about the book, analyzing the themes and what she did or didn't like about it. Connor would engage in active discussion with her, Alli and Jenna would act like they were paying attention but they really weren't, while he would simply listen in interest. He didn't always understand what Clare was talking about but he found that he just liked hearing her speak. Clare was smart in so many areas, but English was clearly her passion just like Science was for him.

Not for the first time recently did K.C. think about the massive mistake he made picking Jenna over Clare because they seemingly had more things in common. He couldn't even hold a real intellectual conversation with his girlfriend compared to his friend because Jenna was only in the gifted program for music. He found himself...bored with Jenna more often than he should these days outside of sex. Because he was enjoying the sex him and Jenna were having at least. 'Good sex could only take you so far though,' he thought to himself as he turned to the next page of his book.

He supposed that it was a reason to stay with Jenna. Under no circumstances would Clare ever have sex with him due to her faith even if she did like him.

That didn't stop him from daydreaming about it though.

Eli sat at the lunch table with his friends when Marisol came to sit down. "Hi guys!" She greeted as she unexpectedly took a seat down next to him. He could already feel that stupid tingling feeling flare up in his gut.

"Shouldn't you be with Katie or is she still out of school?" Mo asked her.

"She's still out of school," Marisol answered as she and Jake shared a knowing look. Eli himself had no idea what happened with Katie. No one did. She hasn't been seen in classes for weeks.

"I want to sit next to Eli, because we have a musical together," she continued while giving him her signature adorable smile. It took all of his inner strength to not react stupidly by blushing. He hated being around her sometimes because he had a reputation of being scary and unapproachable (and he took great glee in it not going to lie), and she had a tendency to ruin that reputation just by existing. He acted like any typical hormonal idiot in his grade just by her smiling at him.

"Elijah Goldsworthy, co-director of the Little Mermaid musical at Degrassi, I never thought I would see the day," Mo joked.

"It's something you'll never see again so be sure to treasure this moment," Eli dryly replied. Marisol rolled her eyes next to him.

"Oh come on, one little cheery production isn't going to hurt your little black emo heart too much, Eli. I'm sure you just have to eat someone's puppy and everyone will be scared of you again," she replied.

"Yeah, well you try stepping out of your comfort zone and see how you like it. Macbeth, directed by the school's princess, that'll be a sight to witness," Eli fired back.

"I'll make that my next production to direct. Just to prove your snobby ass that I can do it," she replied.

"Oh sweet Allah, get a room you two," Mo said to them tiredly while Jake laughed.

Eli scowled at his friend while refusing to look at Marisol, because he knew that if he did, his cheeks would burn.

When Drew got in his mom's car after school, he could tell by the expression on her face that she had a talk with Mrs. Kwan and it was most likely about the same thing his English teacher talked with him about after class.

"Your English teacher called me today about how worried she is about your reading ability," she began as he buckled himself in.

"Yeah she talked with me about it after class, she thinks I need to see a counselor or something but I don't see what the big deal is. I don't have dyslexia," Drew replied. He was just dumb. It was a fact he made peace with at this point.

His mother pursed her lips. "Andrew, everyone from your father and I to your teachers think that you could put a better performance in your academics than you have been since…well since you've been in school. However, after talking with your teacher, I do think there's underlying issues than you just not applying yourself. English has always been your weakest subject and she reports that you have difficulties reading out loud in class," she said.

"The words just always jumble together when I read them, that's all. If I read the words slowly, I'll be fine," he reasoned. She sighed.

"That's a common trait of dyslexia, Drew. Why have you never told anyone this? Your teachers? Your father? Me?" She demanded as she drove. In the window above them, Drew could see Gracie in the backseat not saying a single word. She probably thought he was in trouble. He didn't know if he actually was yet.

"Because I figured it was just another sign that I'm stupid, Mom. Smart people don't have these problems," he answered tiredly.

"Having a learning disability isn't stupid, Drew. Having a learning disability and not speaking up about it so you get the proper accommodations for it is stupid, learn the difference," she scolded.

"Well maybe I wouldn't be scared to speak up about it if I didn't have a mother that didn't expect me to be perfect!" He argued.

His mother's eyes narrowed but she surprisingly said nothing more as she continued driving home.

For some reason, Drew took that as a sign that he maybe went too far.

Clare and Connor came over to the group home after school to do science homework with him. For the first time, he wanted only Clare there.

There were a lot of thoughts floating around in his head, bad thoughts that were only encouraged by Jenna pretending he didn't exist.

"I have to use the restroom, K.C. can you show me?" Connor asked him as he stood up.

"It's all the way down the hall," K.C. replied, not wanting to get up. He had other ideas in mind. His best friend nodded as he left his room. So now it was just him and Clare, who was working on the final page of the handout they were given in class. K.C. cleared his throat before speaking.

"Clare, we need to talk," he started off.

"About what? Did I do anything?" She asked in confusion. Bracing himself, he scooted closer to her on his bed.

"You're making me realize that I made a mistake picking Jenna over you last year," he answered bluntly. Her eyes widened in shock at his confession. It took her a moment to answer.

"K.C., I don't think this is the kind of place we should have this conversation," she replied while looking around nervously.

"Well we can't have this conversation at school where Jenna could see us," he pointed out. Plus there was also Alli.

"Jenna's your girlfriend. You can't just have feelings for another girl while you're in a relationship with her," Clare tried to reason.

"Forget Jenna, it's you that I always wanted and I'm realizing that now," he replied.

"But K.C.-"

He cut her off with a kiss. Clare's lips were as soft as he expected. She froze but didn't make any movement to push him away. After taking a few seconds to really savor the taste of her, he pulled away, blinking. He had wanted to do that for so long.

Clare's mouth was open a little from surprise, and he could tell that she was trying to register what just happened. They both were. Cupping her face, he leaned in and kissed her again, and this time she actually responded although she was more timid about it than he was.

He was about to part her lips with his tongue when he heard someone clear their throat. Him and Clare stopped kissing to see that it was Connor, who stood awkwardly in the doorframe.

"Why are you guys kissing?" He questioned.

Clare's face was white in fear as she rapidly gathered up her belongings. "I need to go," she declared before quickly leaving without another glance at him. K.C. numbly looked up to his friend, who was clearly confused by this entire scene.

"Um…so let's just get back to what we were doing," K.C. could only say as he opened his textbook back up.

He knew that what he just did was really wrong but it also felt…right.

After the last scene of the musical, there was a loud round of applause from the audience. The Little Mermaid was a major success.

A massive relief flooded through Eli as the cast came on stage to bow. Everything went well. Everyone performed beautifully and nothing went wrong. But no one was more excited to see the musical in action than Marisol, who was standing behind him wearing a dark red halter dress and dark red cutout heels. Her face was heavily made up.

When it was time for him and Marisol to bow in front of everyone, before he could even react, she pulled him on stage with her excitedly. They bowed together, and the feeling of people clapping for him felt foreign but good. For a moment he actually felt like less of an outsider from his peers.

"We did it! We actually directed this! I got to be co-director of a school musical!" She squealed in his ear.

"And it didn't burn down, shocking," he snarked with a smirk, expecting her to say something snarky back. Instead, she ignored his remark and did something that nearly caused him to fall forward off the stage.

She kissed him on the cheek.

Eli's eyes widened like saucers as his skin heated up from the touch of her soft, wet, feathery lips on his skin. She pulled away and smiled at him.

"I couldn't do it without your help, thank you Eli," she told him in gratitude.

Eli was in so much shock he couldn't say anything in response.

For the rest of the evening, his mom didn't say anything as they ate dinner. Tonight she had cooked pot roast, peas, and carrots and Drew ate up every last part of it. It was really good, which was surprising since he helped cook it.

When dinner was over, he got up and volunteered to clean the dishes, only for his mom to stop him.

"You know the rules in this house. Anyone who didn't help cook washes the dishes," she reminded him, "And you and I need to talk anyway."

'Shit,' Drew thought to himself in fear. He almost said it out loud but he didn't feel like getting grounded for the week, though with what he said to his mother earlier, a grounding might be inevitable for him anyway. He slowly sat back down, feeling on edge. His mother took a seat next to him with a tired look on her face.

"Drew, I will never replace your mother. I had known that the moment your father and I began dating all those years ago. But I would like to think I'm doing a good job of at least making her proud by raising you as my own child," she began. Drew said nothing in response because he knew she wasn't done. Her rants never were short.

"I don't want you to be perfect. No one is perfect. But I do know that you're a lot smarter than you think you are and as a mother, it's frustrating and even a little painful to see you not try to improve yourself because you have settled on seeing yourself as stupid. You can be so much more than you think. You just have to start by acknowledging your weaknesses and difficulties and moving past them. You most likely have dyslexia and it's affecting your performance in school. With the right accommodations, you can get the help you need to improve your grades but it starts with you. You have to make the first step," she finished, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"What if the accommodations don't help? What if I'm actually just stupid?" He questioned, and admittedly he had some fear at the idea.

"I believe that'll never be the case but we'll cross that bridge if it's the case. For now, we're going to have the school provide you the help you need," she answered as she squeezed his shoulder. Drew felt comfort from her touch. He also felt whatever stress he had about the situation floating away now that he knew that his mother didn't hold it against him that he might have dyslexia.

"And the accommodations for dyslexia and other learning disabilities better be far better than the ones they have for physical disabilities because it disgusts me that a boy got shot a few years ago and Degrassi has only built one wheelchair ramp," she added and there was a fire in her eyes. He knew what that meant.

When Audra Torres had a request, it was best to follow through with it or risk being screamed at so badly, the person's ears would melt.

After Connor left, K.C. tried to assess the situation he was in a critical manner.

He was dating Jenna Middleton but had just cheated on her with her best friend Clare Edwards, who he never stopped having feelings for. If Jenna or Alli found out about this, it would destroy their whole friend group. The best thing to do at this point was to break up with Jenna despite enjoying the sex they were having.

At dinner, he thought of ways he could successfully do this without causing much damage to the friendships he built up. Unfortunately every scenario led to an unfortunate solution.

He couldn't date Clare if he broke up with Jenna.

Jenna and Clare's friendship would be over, and Alli might not speak to Clare either. Connor would also possibly drop Clare due to being fond of Jenna. He wouldn't be mean to her for his sake, but he certainly wouldn't be friendly to her. Dating Clare would lead to disaster no matter how he left Jenna.

Instead of eating his spaghetti that honestly wasn't that great anyway, K.C. tightened the grip of his fork in anger. Even though he was ready to break up with a girl he didn't want anymore, he couldn't have the girl he actually wanted.

The world really was cruel to him.

Marisol having dinner with him and his family felt weirdly natural to Eli. Despite her aesthetic clashing wildly with all of theirs, she still was getting along nicely with Bullfrog and Cece.

"What other things do you like to do Marisol besides theater?" Cece asked as their waiter finally came by with their food. He had gone for a bacon cheeseburger and loaded fries along with his Pepsi. Marisol had ordered that too along with Southern style sweet tea.

"I'm on the cheerleading squad!" Marisol answered cheerfully before biting into her burger.

"Ooh, I love cheerleading! I was on the cheerleading team in high school and university," Cece replied, and Eli raised an eyebrow at his mother. This was the first time he was hearing about this. The idea of his beer chugging, rocker like goth mother twirling around in pom poms and miniskirts was ridiculous.

"I hope to be captain by my senior year. I love a lot of things but cheerleading is my passion," Marisol declared.

"Well I hope you do more theatre productions with my Babyboy, because you kids make an excellent team!" Cece squealed. The next couple of minutes consisted of him watching Marisol and Cece bond. It was weird to admit, but he was seeing the similarities between his mother and Marisol, mostly with how bubbly they both were. It was a strange realization to come to but also…sweet in a way? Cece never bonded with Imogen like this.

After finishing her meal, Marisol excused herself to the bathroom and that's when Cece turned to look at him with a plotting look in her eyes. "Eli, she is so adorable! I see why you're head over heels for her!" She gushed.

"I don't like her like that, Cece," he denied firmly, not in the mood to discuss this.

"Oh but you do, my son. You talk about that girl every day and we're seeing the way you look at her right away," Bullfrog pointed out with a smirk so similar to his own.

"We're too different. It would never work out long term," he argued.

"You don't know until you give it a try," his father insisted. Then a perverted look fell over his face. "And you might discover there's a lot of benefits to dating a cheerleader. Real nice benefits," Bullfrog added with a wink. Eli glared at his father as Marisol came back down to sit next to him.

When everyone was done eating, Bullfrog called for the bill.

"Why don't you and Marisol wait outside while we figure out this bill? It won't be long, we promise," Cece offered with a devious glint in her eyes. He knew what she wanted him to do.

Begrudgingly, he got up from the table and began walking towards the front of the restaurant. Marisol was right behind him, with her heels clacking against the floor. When they got outside, Eli began to feel his heart race. He had acted like a hormonal idiot over Marisol Lewis for two years at this point and now was an opportunity to finally confess these feelings. He looked at her and cleared his throat. "Marisol…," he began.

She had a curious look in her dark eyes as to what he was about to say. In her heels, she towered above him so she had to look down at him a little bit. It made everything more intimidating. He swallowed nervously.

"I…," he continued, kicking himself inside for the words not being able to come out of his mouth. For someone who considered himself an amazing writer, he should be able to come forward with the most dramatic declaration of his feelings for her. He knew that he would be a better fit for her than so many of the idiots who were interested in her, especially Mike Dallas. When he heard they broke up after only a week of dating, it made his entire day.

"What?" She asked in a soft voice. She stepped closer to him, and that's when he shut down like an overheated computer.

"Nothing, never mind," he quickly dismissed, looking away from her. She looked at him in confusion before Bullfrog and Cece came out of the restaurant. The whole car ride over to Marisol's house, Eli was internally beating himself up. He, a kid that prided himself on not giving a fuck on what anyone thought, was scared to tell the most popular girl in his grade that he liked her.

When they dropped Marisol off at her house, Eli watched her go inside her house with a feeling of pure misery in his heart.

Drew laid on his bed later that night, thinking about today's events. It all happened like a whirlwind of sorts. He didn't know what to make of it.

His whole life, most of the people he knew told him that he was stupid. For the most part, he believed them. The only book he ever genuinely enjoyed reading was The Cat In The Hat because it was simple and didn't require much work to unpack. He put most of his efforts into sports because that was where his talents were.

There actually being an underlying reason for him not being good at English was a strange new concept. People actually wanting to provide him support for this disability instead of just dismissing him as dumb was an even stranger concept. It felt weird.

He was about to turn on his Xbox 360 to play some games when Gracie appeared in his doorway, wearing his pajamas.

"Are you seriously stealing my pajamas now, too? Have you no shame, Grace?" He demanded.

"You don't even like them, stupid," Gracie answered nonchalantly.

"You're right, I don't like them," he agreed. The pajamas his sister was wearing right now were given to him for Christmas last year by their Aunt Linda, and they were a ugly yellow color with footballs printed on the pants. "But hey, don't call me stupid anymore, or Mom will kill ya."

"If I can't make fun of my brother anymore, then I'm running away to the U.S.," Gracie replied.

"And go where? Florida?" He asked.

"Yeah I'll move in with a new family and go to Disney World all of the time," Gracie answered casually.

"Well make sure you eat all of the churros you can eat before Mom hunts you down and grounds you into your next life," Drew warned, before him and his sister shared a laugh. He handed her a video game controller as she took her seat next to him.

"I hope Mom doesn't start babying me over all of this," he said.

"You know she will. Degrassi will be burned to the ground if they don't accommodate you," Gracie replied.

"Yeah, but I don't want everyone to think I'm special. I'm just Drew Torres, future quarterback of Degrassi," he declared.

"And clown that can't get a girlfriend," Gracie reminded him with a smirk.

"Hey, I'm working on that. Why do you care so much about me getting girls anyway? You want one too?" He asked in a joking manner.

His sister's face shifted into something that had him a little suspicious.

The next morning, K.C. was talking to Connor about what his friend was not going to do.

"Jenna cannot know about what happened last night. Absolutely nothing," K.C. warned him.

"So you're just going to keep it a secret and not tell her? Doesn't that make you a bad boyfriend?" Connor asked.

"What she doesn't know can't hurt her. It won't hurt anyone. Don't you want us all to stay friends?" K.C. questioned.

"I guess so…..," Connor replied just as Jenna walked up to him with a breakfast sandwich in her hands.

"I bought you your favorite. Bacon, egg, and cheese! I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday," Jenna apologized.

"It's okay. You just needed a day to cool off," K.C. replied, at least relieved that she was speaking to him again.

"But I should have talked it over with you. Relationships are all about communication, and I'll try to remember that next time," she replied as she went to hug him. K.C. hugged her back to let her know that she was forgiven but he wasn't really focused on her at the moment.

He was looking at Clare, who was looking at him back.

A/N: So ends the first half of Part III, which means the end of S6 in this timeline. Would say I'm sad but S6 is one of my least favorite seasons while I adore S7. Be prepared for some new POVS next chapter :))))).

List of song titles used in Part III so far:

Back and Forth- Aaliyah

Heartbeat- Taana Gardner

Let's Go Crazy- Prince

Behind The Groove- Teena Marie

I Love Music- The Ojays

Black Hole Sun-Soundgarden

Circles- Atlantic Starr