A/N: Updateeeeee! I absolutely loved your reviews, and I couldn't help but update. I hope you'll like this chapter and keep on reviewing. Also I'll update my other fic, in the next week. Tuesday will be my last mid-terms and I'll have two weeks off. So hopefully lots of updates. See you soon!

The streaming sunlight woke me up in the early morning. Still half-asleep, I tried to turn around but found out I was trapped. I looked down and felt her body pressed tightly against mine with her hand draped over my stomach and her head nuzzled in the crook of my neck. It was probably the first time in these past few days, that she was fully at peace. And I was in no way going to ruin that for her. School will just have to miss her for another day. And since I'm determined to be there for her, they'll have to miss me too. I glanced back at her and revelled the angelic sight that the daybreak brought with her. The rays felt softly on her cheek and exposed shoulder, making you almost forget about the sorrow she had to undergo. I didn't want to wake her up, but the urge to touch her was to great. I lifted my hand, and started stroking her hair ever so gently. I stopped when I felt her stir a little, afraid that I had woken her up. But instead of waking up, she nestled her head into me even more and let out a barely audible sigh. I swathed my arm around her waist and let myself drift back into a blissful sleep.

"Paige, Paige, wake up." I heard her whisper while she gently nudging me out of sleep. Paige, she called me Paige again. It was only the second time she called me by my name. I was getting accustomed to hearing her call me Princess. I'm glad she decided to change that.

"Ugh, Princesses have to wake up too you know." She said annoyed.

Yup, spoke too soon.

"I'm up, I'm up." I said while fluttering my eyes open.

"We're late." She whined.

"I know."

"So, why don't you wake up and get ready?" She asked slightly confused.

"Cause, we're ditching." I shrugged.

"You ditch?"

"Duh."

"You? Princess? You ditch?" she asked with a cocked eye-brow.

"Okay, so I'm not a ditch-expert. But once, I was 'supposedly' sick and didn't went to school, and instead of staying in bed I went to the mall." I said while grinning.

"…." She said nothing while staring at me disbelievingly.

"Okay, actually it was more the 7/11 behind the corner. I was scared as hell I would get caught, so I was back in like 5 minutes." I said embarrassed.

"I knew you weren't a ditcher." she smirked.

"Look I woke up earlier, and you were kinda halfway on top of me and I didn't really wanted to wake you up so I just went back to sleep." I explained.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I have no idea what I do in my sleep." She said tentively.

"No biggie."

"What about your parents?" she asked.

"What about them?"

"Are they cool with this?"

"Hell no. But they're like never home anyway. I mean they leave to work at the crack of dawn, and they come back quite late. And they have like these million meetings and formal soirées. So I barely get to see them." I clarified while getting up.

"Are you okay with that?" She asked while fidgeting with the end of the sheet.

"Yeah, I mean I'd like to see them more and all but I know they love me. You know, they could be around all the time but if they don't really love me, what's the use? And we have like one Saturday in the month that we do some embarrassing family-stuff like bowling in icky shoes at the local alley. But yeah, it's not easy but it could be worse."

"Yeah." She said meekly while lowering her head in her lap. I'm just a champion when it comes to ruining the mood, aren't I?

"Um, I'll go and fix us some breakfast." I said, changing the subject.

"You make breakfast?" she chuckled.

"If pouring cereal and milk in a bowl is considered as fixing breakfast, then yes I can." I said in mock sincerity.

"Okay, that sounds good." She laughed.

"Alrighty then. Bathroom is across the hall and I got some fresh comfy clothes in my closet. Don't worry, it's not all pink and baby blue." I assured her jokingly.

"Thanks, I'll be down in a sec."

I headed downstairs and quickly prepared us some breakfast. I took my seat at the table and silently awaited her to come down. If you had told me a month ago that I would be waiting for Alex Nuñez to have breakfast with me, at my place, after sleeping in the same bed together I would've declared you a right out nutcase. But here it is happening anyway. And it wasn't just that. I was gradually starting to form some sort of … I don't know … feelings?

When she kissed me, and I know she kissed me no matter how much she denies it, I thought that I only felt that way because it was such a rush. It was wrong, but it felt so right. Straight Paige, Princess Paige, head cheerleader Paige, Queen Bee Paige, was heavily making out and thoroughly enjoying every second of it, with Badass Alex, Bitch Alex, Poor Alex, Lonely Alex, Girl Alex. It was oh so wrong, but it felt so damn good. I played it down to the rush. The adrenaline. The fact that I could get caught in a compromising position with the school-outcast in the middle of the club, while my 'boyfriend' was searching for his damsel in distress. Little did he know that distress was the last thing I felt that moment.

But the emotions I felt lied so much deeper than that. I was intrigued by her. She was consuming my thoughts and I soon found myself longing for her company at all times of the day. I felt miserable in the three days that I hadn't seen. I'm talking about no sleep, no hunger, no mood in nothing-kinda miserable. I made a small conclusion last night. Alex was my something. That I already knew. But what exactly was still a mystery. Was she my friend? Was she my lover? Was she my foe? I guess in a way, she's all three.

In a parallel world I wouldn't need to answer that question, and me and Alex would just be. But this isn't a parallel world. So I decided to seclude one. Alex wasn't my foe. She never was. I only assumed she was since we clashed since the day we met. But we didn't clash because we were each others foe's, we clashed because we each others equals. We were both strong, but there's only place for one top spot within a school, and it was mine.

Nobody ever even remotely tried to push me of my throne, but when Alex stepped in Degrassi she made it her life-reasoning. The thing is, I'm 99 percent sure that she didn't want to take in my spot, she simply did it because she could. She enjoyed it. I know she enjoyed it, just like I enjoyed and revelled each of our altercations. Did that make us foe's? No. It made us teenagers that did things out of own satisfaction. The same satisfaction that we reached for when we kissed each other passionately. You don't kiss your foe, and you don't constantly fight your lover either. So she was my friend?

"Penny for your thoughts?" She said, saving me from my inner-battles.

"Oh. Sorry. I kinda fazed out." I apologized.

"It's okay. We all got a lot on our minds." She said as she took a seat at the table.

"I didn't want to pour the milk into it already, it would've made it all mushy."

"Thanks." She said as she poured the milk into the bowl and slowly started eating up the Fruit loops.

I followed her lead, and we sat there silently eating our cereals. The room only filled with the crunching noises we produced. Every once and awhile we'd look up from our bowls and catch one staring at the other. Only to quickly look back down and act as if nothing occurred. We finished our bowls and continued sitting there, silently. She'd look around the kitchen, trying to find something on which she could fixate her eyes on, and I'd boldly watched her.

"You really should get that cut cleaned." I said ending the silence.

"I'll live." She stated flatly.

"Aleeeex." I said annoyed.

"Princeeeess." She mimicked my tone.

"Just get it cleaned. Those can get really nasty, if you leave them like that."

"Well, that's my problem then." She said rolling her eyes.

"You're in my house, so you live by my rules. Rules here are that a cut gets cleaned."

"You gotta be kidding me. You practically kidnapped me, to come down here and now you're using it to your advantage?"

"What can I say, I'm sweetheart." I said as I over-batted my eyes.

"I'm not gonna get it cleaned. That shit hurts too much." She winced.

"God, you're such a wuss. Besides, if you won't let me clean it, I'm gonna tell everyone in school that you spend the night in the Princess' Castle." I teased.

"Talk, and Flea Market Paige will be your new nickname down at Degrassi." She threatened.

"You promised!" I shrieked.

"Yeah, well if the circumstances are deer …"

"Geez, I was just kidding. Never mind already." I said while rolling my eyes. "But let me clean that cut? Please, Alex? Pwetty pwease." I pouted and gave her my best puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh, fine! As long as it will get you off my back." She said while rolling her eyes.

"Score!" I joked, while jumping out of my chair.

"I swear, you're only happy cause you want to see me squirm of pain." She snorted.

"Okay, you got me." I laughed while I reached for the First Aid kit, from the cupboard. I sauntered to Alex who was now casually leaning against the kitchen counter, tantalizingly waiting for her torture.

"Okay, it's best if you sit on the counter." I said while opening the Kit searching for the alcohol pads. She followed my instruction and carefully placed herself on top of it.

"Found them." I said while showing off the pads.

"Damn it." She muttered under her breath.

"Alex, stop being such a baby." I said while rolling my eyes.

"Easy for you to say." She grumbled. I ignored her comment and placed myself in front of her. She instantly opened her legs, to give me the leverage I needed to fulfil the job. The laughs, and complaints left the room while I kindly leant into to her. I brought the pad to her face and gently started rubbing the cut that draped her right cheek, while holding the other one with my free hand. She winced and I mumbled of few sorry's before continuing my job. Her eyes fluttered shut while my cleansing-motions, but lazily re-opened once I stopped the gesture. The cut was cleaned, my work was done, yet I was still standing in front her, hand on her cheek, my stomach softy pressed in her thighs.

Our eyes locked, and neither one of us had the urge to shut them for a second, let alone look away. My hand shifted from her left cheek and I started tracing her lips with my finger. From one end to the other, softly grazing the small bud of dried blood that decorated it. Her eyes were fuelled with desire and want. Friends don't look at each other that way. I feel her place her hand on my stomach, only to shift it over my waist to the small of my back. My eyes leave hers to admire her swollen lips. Not swollen by the pain she had to endure a couple of days ago, but swollen by the pleasure she's enduring now. I lean closer and closer …Our breaths are rapid and warm. It wasn't dark, it wasn't unexpected, it was different. We both wanted this. She wasn't my foe, she wasn't my friend, she wasn't my lover. She was my ….

Ring!

"Fuck." I hissed, as I placed my head on her shoulder. I let out a sigh of frustration before I took a step back. She rapidly jumped off the counter and ran out of the kitchen, not giving me a single look through the process.

"What?" I yelled, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello to you too."

"You gotta be kidding me." I laughed bitterly.

"What can't a boy check on his favourite girl."

Out of all people that could ruin this moment. My imaginary boyfriend did it. As if he knew I was about to cheat on him. God, what's to cheat?!

"Spin, I'm not your girl, okay."

"Yes you are, silly. You're my girlfriend." He laughed.

"No I'm not! Will you get that straight for a moment; I am not your girlfriend!" I yelled.

"I don't get it. You're just breaking up with me out of the blue?" he asked confused.

"We never got back together! I've been trying to ignore you for weeks, but you just won't take a hint. So please, do me and yourself a favour and leave me alone. I'm not interested in you, okay?"

"But how can you be the Queen Bee without your Honey Bee?" he asked still perplexed.

"I'm not your Queen Bee, just get that straight, will ya."

"But we we're doing so great?"

"Ugh, nevermind. Bye Spin."

Click

I'm not your Queen Bee moron. I'm .. I'm Alex's Princess …