A/N: So I decide to make this a chapter-story after all. I have no idea how long this will be, I'm just going to see where it takes off. Some background-info you might like:

This takes place while the senior year. Alex doesn't work with Paige and she never was a VP. Alex does not hang with Paige, Marco, Ellie, .. There a distinct line between the popular groups and the … not-popular groups.

I hope you enjoy it and review please ;-) See ya next time!

Lunch-time and I'm stuck with Hazel and Spinner .. again. The guy wouldn't let go of me. Granted I hadn't told him to back off, nor did I confirm or deny the rumours of us getting back together. I had successfully dodged any 'alone-time' and every time he tried to kiss me I just conveniently searched an inexistent lost object on the floor or simply walked away stating that I had to go somewhere. You'd think he'd take a hint, huh? I guess he never really was one of the bright ones. Yet he was your 'boo' for like forever.

So I'm poking the so-called food in my plate, which doesn't even look remotely eatable, while Hazel keeps nagging about Jimmy. Which wasn't nearly as bad as Spinner trying to get closer and closer to me during the whole conversation. I look up and scan the area, desperately trying to cast my attention away from my seemingly crappy lunch. JT was being his childlike-self again, Toby was desperately trying to charm some girls that were way out of his league, Ellie was being her mopey self again as she was stealing secret glances of the lovey-dovey couple Craig & Manny and Marco was busy freaking out about his frizzled hair .. again. God, could Degrassi be any more predictable?

Just when I wanted to officially declare this lunch the worst ever, I notice her. Casually leaning against the wall, flipping uninterested in a magazine. It's been a week since New Year's eve, and we hadn't said a word to each other, actually we didn't even see one another. Not that we used to be bestes friends or whatever, but we talked. Well, yeah, insulted would be a more appropriate term. We'd have a confrontation in the hallways at least once a week. Whether it was a Monday or a Friday, we knew it'd come eventually. Like some sort of unwritten rule. And isn't until know, that I realised how much I relished them. Nobody stood up to Queen Paige. No, they bowed down. But not Alex. Alex bit back. And she bit good …

A sudden slipped around my waist arm, woke me up out of my daze. I rolled my eyes and scooped away from the delusional guy next to me. I looked back up and saw that she had left, taking a turn towards the bathroom. Great. Oh well, perfect excuse for me to get out of Spin's grip and to see her again. I excused myself from the table, and unconsciously started to fix my hair and straighten my clothes on my way to the restroom. I opened the door and spotted her at one of the sinks, splashing water on her face. She looked up in the mirror and instantly locked eyes with mine. The gaze lingered for a while, before she finally let her face down and continued her previous actions.

"So, you wanna have a fight in here? There's like no audience, kinda ruins the fun." She chuckled, still with her back to me.

"I don't wanna fight." I said plainly.

She turned around, and shot me a half-smirk.

"Well yeah, not fight, fight. Don't wanna mess-up that pretty face of yours, wouldn't we." She snorted sarcastically.

"Not fight at all. I just want to talk." I said, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Wait, wait. Where's Ashton? Princess wants to talk to me? Aren't you afraid you're gonna catch the poor-kid-syndrome or worse, the-no-fashion-taste-bug?" she chuckled.

Silence fell upon , as I started crossing and uncrossing my arms on my chest, contemplating my next move. I was surprised that she didn't just bolted out of that bathroom right away, but instead she kept leaning against the sink hands in pockets and a smug smile on her face. It suited her. That look. Simply because it wasn't fake. Alex doesn't do fake. Her posture, her expressions, they were true. They reflected who she was. No, there was nothing fake about Alex.

"So, do you that a lot?" I asked as I leaned against one of the stalls door right on the opposite of Alex.

"Do what a lot?" she snapped.

"Kiss random people in the dark." I responded while raising an eyebrow.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said while nervously shifting her eyes from mine.

"Oh you know, New Year's Eve, hot club, lights going off, you pinning me against the wall and fucking kiss me, leaving me breathless." I said, shrugging.

"Don't flatter yourself, Princess. Not everybody is willing to throw themselves at you, like some brainless idiotic ass-kissing followers." She said annoyed.

"Most people in this school do …"

'God, could you be any more vain?" she interrupted as she threw her arms in the air.

"But you .. you wouldn't." I said dead-serious.

"Exactly. Whoever the idiot was that 'kidnapped' your sorry ass at that club, it wasn't me." She said, growing more and more angry with the moment.

"Who are you fucking kidding Alex. I know it was you. I'm not as dumb as I am blonde."

I said angrily.

"You know what, I'm really starting to think that you're making this shit up. I mean you, being kissed in the dark by an unknown girl and you didn't call the cops? Yeah right!" she laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean." I said offended.

"It means that you care too much about your fucking popularity to enjoy being kissed by a girl, cause God forbid somebody might call you a dyke. No, you'd rather prance around with a dumb-ass guy who you absolutely can't stand. You just wait until the lights go off so you can let your guard down, but once back on your back to being Princess Popular. You're pathetic." She snorted while looking me square in the eye.

She insulted me. Just like so many other times. On any other day, any other argument, I would've had the perfect comeback. But not now, not this argument. Cause she was right. Every single thing she said, was so damn right. She insulted me. And I should hate her. I should be angry with her. But I couldn't. She was slowly sucking me into her web and soon I'd surely be smouldered. Silence was upon again, and I realised that she still hadn't said what I wanted to hear.

"So you admit it then." I said walking towards her.

"I didn't admit nothing. I told I wasn't one of your ass-kissing followers." She glared at me.

"I know. Doesn't mean it wasn't you." I responded seriously.

"And how the hell would you know that it was in fact me." She said challenging me.

I stepped even closer to her, until there was barely any space between.

"Because the girl that kissed me …" I said while putting my hand on the flesh in between her tank top and jeans," Felt just like you .." I continued as I rubbed my thumb across her abs.

"And the girl that kissed me …" I whispered while inching closer and gently brushing my lips against hers," Tasted just like you .."

She was too dumbfounded for words when I looked her in the eyes so I simply stepped away. I walked towards the door, stopping my movements once I reached it .

"Maybe the girl that kissed can light my darkness." I said with my back facing her, before I reached the handle and let myself out.