A/N Updatey-time! I took some time to write this, since I've neglected you all for so long. I'm in the middle of my finals and I had my second exam the other day and it frustrated me endlessly. Very, very crappy exam for sure. But I felt I owed you guys some more updates and sucked it up to write this. I promised some person to post this a little earlier but I was too damn busy studying for said stupid social law exam grumbles angrily while shaking her fist and cursing her professor so sorry for that.

Anyway, enjoy! And remember; feedback keeps me happy ;)

"Hey, baby. Long time no see."

"Would, just please stop it Spin. It's getting old."

Yup, he's still in denial. He had been practically harassing me ever since I had broke up with him. He couldn't grasp the fact that he had been dumped by me, so he just pretended that we were still together. Which technically we never were, because I hadn't taken him back. So I also didn't really dump him, I just confirmed the situation. Yeah, … this was complicated even in my own mind.

"What's up sweetie? Rough day?"

"Hey jock-ass. Why don't you just fuck off?"

Ah, there she was. My knight in shining armour. We had been 'together' for 5 days. Five amazing, blissful, perfect days. I could try and attempt to describe it, but I couldn't. It something that you have to live through. Experience through your eyes, through your own feelings. Although I don't really think you could call it being 'together', since we hadn't really discussed our situation yet. We had just been hanging out a lot more. She didn't sleep over anymore after that night though. I tried convincing her, that she could stay over whenever she wanted but she refused to "being a hassle". I was pretty sure the real reason lied much deeper than that. About as deep as the cut I had discovered on the small of her back the day before, while she bent over to pick something up. I didn't ask her where she got it from. I wasn't stupid, I knew very damn well where it came from. But she needed to tell it to me on her own accord. It was her decision to make.

"Whatever. You think, you're all that now cause she's hanging out with you, huh? She's just using you, like she uses everyone else. I'm sure hanging out with the school freak wasn't on her resume of life-experiences yet. She'll keep using you and making you feel like you're actually worth something, and when she's had enough with you she'll kick you to the curb and pretend she never even knew you. You're just another little experience she can brag about later on." He spat at her while eyeing me with a disgusted look.

I know what you're thinking right now, though; did he knew? Well, luckily he didn't. Nobody did. As far as the school was concerned, the cheerbitch and the badass freak teamed up to form 'Degrassi's Duo Of Terror'. Their words, not ours. They figured that while our little assignment we had come to the conclusion that together we'd be untouchable and we'd have the undeniable power in the school. Though they were indisputably right, it was kinda disturbing to know that people thought you were on some kind of evil mission to rule the world and use its habitants as modern slaves.

But it was for the better.

We both didn't exactly knew what we were exactly experiencing and we didn't need any more unnecessary drama by a leak of information on our 'over-friendly state'. Not before we could actually make sense of this on our own first. Besides, it felt nice to know that you didn't have to share your most precious possession with the entire world. Don't get me wrong. I didn't want to hide Alex or my 'relationship' with her. But for the moment being, I wanted to keep it for my own and simply revel and enjoy its transcendency in al her beauty. And boy, did I enjoy it.

"Don't you dare talking to her like that, moron. As a matter of fact, you're not even allowed to talk to her or even be in her presence. So why don't you take your dumb ass out of here, and kill off the rest of your remaining 10 braincells in the gym. You got that?" I snapped, while pointing a threatening finger towards him.

He scoffed, turned around and quickly made himself scarce. Gavin Masson, ever the coward. I, too, turned around to face Alex, who was in turn finding the floor extremely fascinating again.

Great. Boys, really do ruin everything.

I looked around, trying to spot any unwanted ogling eyes and when confronted with none took her hand in mine and lead her into one of the many empty classroom. It was Friday afternoon and the only persons that were present were the students who busied themselves with extracurricular activities. From the tortured nerds of chessclub to the adored studs of the basketball-team, all were dispersed on the school property . Amongst them was also the Spirit Squad, that was probably practising their highly idiotic cheers again.

And me? I was ditching them.

Again.

It was the third time I had done so, on a row. The other members were getting mighty pissed, but didn't dare to speak, terrified that they'd get kicked off the team and out of the popular clique at the same time. Hazel was enjoying it though. She could finally order people around in her skimpy, two-sizes-too-small cheer-outfit. In her world that equaled the epitome of success. And I granted her that. Not that I liked her all that much. I actually pretty much loathed ever since she had dissed Alex, even though she kept her insults to herself from then on. It's just that it was coming in awfully handy since I had more important … stuff to do. It was a win-win situation, really.

As soon as we entered the room, she withdrew her hand and proceeded to take a seat on the front desk. Head bowed down. Hands clasped in her lap. And silence.

Deafening silence.

Something was up, alright.

I slowly sauntered towards the front, placed myself in front her and waited for any sort of response. And predictably, the response didn't come. It was in times like those that I wished I didn't always had to make the first move. That she would just respond to my presence in these situations. That she would talk to me first, instead of me almost forcing her to do so. I wished I could tell her that in her face. Question her why she just won't trust me fully, cause surely her hesitancy to talk to me privately had to be the cause of that? I wished that she didn't had to act, feel this way in the first place. I wished I could be understanding, all the damn time. I wished I could stay mad at her long enough to actually finish my stupid inner-rantings. Because no matter how frustrating it can be, the exasperation leaves my mind in a millisecond the moment she just looks at me with those big brown Bambi-like eyes that evokes the sweetest of feelings inside of me. And it was that feeling, that particular emotion that I needed to feel.

So I reached out and held her chin, while I slowly made her look into my eyes. I expected anguish, nervousness and even a smidge of shyness that I only discovered as of late, but I found something so different. Something so unexpected, but oh so welcoming.

She was happy. Content. Whatever you want to call it.

The glow her face reflected. The playfulness that glimmered in her eyes. The sweetness that came with her smile. All of it lead to that brief state of happiness. And all I wanted to do was to preserve that moment for her. All I wanted to do was kiss her again.

I told you, that those last few days had been very momentous and startling. But when it came to our little liaison, we were still sort of reluctant. Neither of us ever was in a situation like that before, and neither of us knew what to do exactly. Sure, we'd been romantically involved before. But this was different. This was so much more intense on every single level. This was that larger-than-life experience we were going through, that we'd only read about in unrealistic romantic novels.

Shy and gullible kisses were shared on the lips. Some of them never even going further than a brief encounter with one's cheek, marking their sweetness in the most innocent of ways. Secretive handholding under the lunch-table, away from all the critical gazes. Sweet nothings whispered in each others ears. So childlike and clumsy at times, but so damn perfect simultaneously.

"He's an ass. Please, don't mind him." I said as I stood inbetween her legs and took hold of both of her hands.

"I know and I don't. It's just …"

She dropped her gaze again.

"Just what?" I said as I lifted her face to watch me in the eye, once more.

"I've let you in. So please, don't pull away okay? Cause I don't think I could handle that." She confessed hesitantly, voice slightly breaking in the process.

"What are you talking about? Alex you know I'm not like that."

"Look there are enough people that tried to step into my world, but once they figured me out they left. I'm not a fucking crossword puzzle you can try to solve and throw away once you're finished." She let out, now clearly upset.

"I know that! Is that what you think of me? That I'm using you as some sort of leisure pursuit ?"

"No Paige, it's just … Don't leave me. Please?" She whispered as she downcasted her eyes, yet again.

"I won't okay. And you'll just have to trust me on this. I don't care what my idiotic ex-boyfriend says or how many stares we get. I wanna be with you. Just you." I divulged genuinely while brushing a stray of her auburn hair behind her ear.

"Thank you. I really needed to hear that from you." She said as she tentavily placed a small but loving kiss on my lips. The shyness was still evident as both our faces grew a dark shade of red, when we met each others gazes.

"I got something for you." She said after a brief moment of silence, while she reached down her bag.

"Really?" I asked pleasantly surprised, feeling a goofy smile form on my face.

"Here." She said as she handed me a folded piece of paper.

"What's this?" I enquired.

"I finally took my time to choose a poem. You know, for the assignment."

"Oh, thank you. I almost forgot about that." I said as I was about unfold the paper before she put her hand on mine, stopping my previous actions.

"Don't read it here. Read it at home. Please?"

"Okay. But why do you want me to read it?"

"Well, I actually want you to analyse it. Just to see if I learned you well." She smirked.

"Analyze it? Without you? I don't think I can do that. Big brainless poetic, remember?" I chuckled.

"I think you can." She responded seriously.

"You do?"

"Yeah." She said huskily.

"Okay, then." I said as I instinctively bit down on my bottom-lip.

"You should stop doing that, you know."

"What?"

"Biting your lip."

"And why should I Miss Nuñez? Tell me, does it make you hot." I flirted passionately as I made sure to bite on my lip even more obviously.

"Nah. Just not a big fan of kissing bruised lips. It's kinda disgusting really." She shuddered mockingly.

"Is that why, you're so reluctant to kiss me then?" I asked playfully.

"No. That Princess, is solemnly due to your bad breath."

I humorously slapped her arm as I went into full-on pouting-mode.

"I can't believe you said that, you jerk!"

"I'm just kidding." She chuckled as she snaked her arms around my waist and pulled me into her.

"Then why won't you?" I mumbled contently into her hair, while she hugged me tighter.

"Cause every time I kiss you, I'm afraid I'll wake up and realise it was all just a dream."

"It is a dream." I sighed before briefly pausing to kiss the nape of her neck," But we never have to wake up."