Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi

"I-I'm not so sure, Imo." You stammer as you cross your arms across your chest nervously, feeling the bulge of your bands under your arms, a constant reminder of your true identity. You didn't wanna jump out and get wet in the sprinklers like everyone else was doing at the moment, you didn't wanna risk too much, not here - not in front of your peers.

But as you scan your surroundings in the wet parking lot, you see as Drew, who was shirtless and earning ogles from other girls much to Katie's pleasure, stride up to Katie and wrap his arms around her waist and pull her off the ground, twirling her around, causing her to squeal in absolute delight and immediately forget that her best friend, Marisol Lewis was staring directly at Drew's abs which were structured perfectly on his stomach.

Now why can't you have what your brother has? Why can't you have abs and pull your shirt off and twirl Imogen around and earn ogles from girls.

Oh yeah, that's right.

You're not that man.

You're not the man.

You're not a man.

"Oh don't be such a party pooper, Adam Torres! Have some fun every once in a while!" Imogen shouts as she claps her hands together happily and looks around at the happiness rushing around her, you look over at your sweetheart, she had opted out of wearing a bikini as some girls were wearing and was wearing a oversized Paramore tee shirt and baggy shorts, her hair was down and you took the time to notice how soft her long brown hair seemed to be when it wasn't in buns or pigtails, it actually looked quite beautiful to you as you admired it.

"I'm not being a party pooper, Imogen. It's just that.. You don't understand." You conclude as you shift awkwardly and continue looking around, feeling distant and out of place in your jeans and white wife beater which you had stolen from Drew's closet that very morning.

Imogen sighed dramatically next to you and placed her petite hands on her waist, surprising you that she was wearing no rings or bracelets whatsoever, her arms were bare, which was a rare sight for you.

"Oh Adam Torres, why must you be such a difficult individual." Imogen breathed as she grabbed your hand, a action that you have grown used too since Imogen was fond of hand holding, always grabbing your hand whenever she could and walking from class to class or locker to locker or even to lunch - Imogen always grabbed your hand, but your heart still skipped a little beat at the mere touch of her hand in your own.

Imogen led you away from the chaos out in the parking lot and through the side door in the school, the school was quiet, no one was roaming the halls since most of the school was in the parking lot with their lover.

As you and Imogen tip toed through the halls of the satanic school you both attend, you round a corner with Imogen leading the way and she abruptly stops in front of two wide doors, you look at her confused and then up at the fine print above the door.

DEGRASSI COMMUNITY POOL

"Why are we at the.. Pool?" You question Imogen, she didn't say a word as she released your hand and pushed the doors opened which were surprisingly open, she walked through with no hesitation, unlike yourself as you towered behind her, closing the doors softly behind yourselves.

"The doors are always open, I usually come here when I need peace and quiet, the pool is never used anymore since Simpson buckled down under rules." Imogen stated as she edged near the deep end of the pool, you found yourself standing next to the fearless brunette as she looked down at her reflection in the pool, her expression was one that was blank, but she had thoughtfulness in her brown eyes.

Imogen looks up from her reflection and directs her attention at you and softly smiles, almost in a reassuring way.

"You trust me, Adam Torres?" Imogen questioned, you gulped and slowly nod at her words, not sure of what you could say to the girl next to you.

"And you do know that I would never try to embarrass you or be ashamed of who you are right?" Imogen added, you looked at her oddly, wondering where all her heavy words were coming from and why they weren't weighing your tongue down.

"Yeah.." You say slowly, that was all you needed to say as Imogen reached over and pushed you roughly into the deep end of the pool, you were thrown into the depths of the blue, lightly touching the bottom of the pool with your hand.

Why would Imogen do this to you? Was this her plan all along? To butter you up with affection and then throw you into a pool like a fool?

Whatever her plan was, you were not fond of it as you felt your banding underneath your wife beater get soggy from the deep blue, you quickly try to swim up to the break of the water, catch some air and then rush home as fast your legs could take you.

If they could take you far away from here.

Far, far away from this embarrassment and humiliation you were feeling set in your cheekbones.

As you swam to the break of the water, you felt a tug on your arm and you quickly look down to see Imogen under the deep blue with you, her long brown hair flowing in the water, you expect Imogen to pull you deeper in the pool and leave you hanging there while she would swim to the break , after all you were losing trust for this girl, she had pushed you into a pool.

But what happened next you did not expect whatsoever.

Imogen faces you and looks at you with her big wide brown eyes and smiles under the water before she pushes forward and meets your lips with her own, you found yourself in absolute shock, you didn't respond immediately to the kiss, but slowly you did as you closed your eyes and felt her pulsating lips upon your own, lightly tugging at your bottom lip as she pressed forward even deeper, grasping at your face with her free hand and you could lightly feel her fingernails digging into your skin, but at that moment the feeling of her nails didn't matter, only the deep touch of her plump lips against your own.

Without you noticing, you and Imogen had floated to the top of the water, breaking the water as you two continue your kiss deeply, slowly Imogen pulls away and keeps her hand lingering on your cheek as she looks at you softly, her eyes showing deep compassion from the kiss and her lips were slightly swollen. Did your lips do that?You lightly touch your own lips with your fingertips and feeling the sting of pain on your own from Imogen's eager kissing, you look at her with a tender smile playing on your own lips.

"I would never humiliate you, Adam Torres by pushing you into a pool. I wanted you to feel comfortable in your own skin around me - see?" Imogen murmured as she removes her hand from your cheek and gestures towards the floating bands in the water a few feet away from you two, usually you'd scramble after the bands and rush out of the pool as quickly as you could, but.. You didn't care.

Not when you had Imogen in your presence, she wasn't mocking you for your chest, instead she was staring at your face longingly, not even paying any attention to the bands anymore.

And once more, Imogen Moreno's words left your tongue heavy, but not your lips as you take the approach and collide two bruisers together.

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