Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.

Friday

You walk into the crowded and rather loud lunch room in your devil aroused school with a grimace on your face and a sweat filled letter in your back pocket.

Today was the final day in the school's sweetheart week, it was February fourteenth and before you had even stepped out of your brother's jeep you could taste the aroma of love and tension in the brisk morning air.

Now you walk through the cafeteria, bumping into pairs who send you some unwanted signals which you wish you had either stomach to return or if Eli was by your side to nonchalantly return those signals on your behalf.

But Eli is already at the lover's lunch table, his hand intertwined with Clare's as he looks at her with his full attention as she rambles on about something along the lines of a new Taylor Swift CD coming out and how she's saving her money up from chores and babysitting to buy it when it releases around this area, but even from your standing point you can see that Eli was strategizing some plan to preorder her the CD and surprise her with it before summer appears., that was clever Eli for you.

You swiftly move past your two friends, sending them both a awkward wave which they reply back with the same gesture as you search the room for Imogen who told you over text message last night she would be the one to get them a table, it was odd to you considering you had plans to sneak from fourth period early to get a good table, but Imogen had relieved you from those duties and now you were late to your own date.

But as you past by tables, you couldn't help but overhear their private and very personal conversations on this valentine's day afternoon.

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"Dear Jenna, whenever I am forced to write about you, its kinda hard considering like.. Writing is hard and so is a lot of other things, but yeah.."

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"Dear Hannah, I think you always look exquisite in your purple uniform and whenever you walk by, I have myocardial infarction.."

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"Dear Alli, I've been crushing on you for as long as I can remember and even though I had to go through humiliation and having to dump Sadie to get to where we are now, I'd do it all over again.."

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"Dear Katie, writing letters are hard so, I love you.."

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As you hear other's letters you swallow a huge lump down your throat as the fear sets in, what if Imogen loathes your letter? What if her letter is better than yours? What if this letter exchange turns into a huge fiasco and you won't be able to ask her what you have been wanting to ask her since Tuesday.

The big question, not a question to ask her what her new quirky obsession will be the following week or if she had fed her pet chickens this morning, you meant asking her if she'd be yours.. For good.

You wanted Imogen Moreno to be your girlfriend, you wanted her to skip up next to you, grab your hand and call you her boyfriend.

You wanted to steal kisses from her during class, let her borrow your jacket when its cold, you wanted to fall in love with her.

But you are not the man.

You will never be the man.

You are not a man.

"You are right, I'm not a man." You murmur to yourself as you stop and take a deep breath, realizing this all wouldn't work out, none of it would, well, at least it had been a favored five days for you..

"And why would you say you are not a man, Adam Torres?"

You jump at the peppy voice and look down to see you had stopped directly at the unique history fanatic's table.

Imogen sat at the table, wearing a short frilly dress which was orange on the top and the frills were a light blue, splattered with what looked of green water paint, she wore her combat boots with polka dotted leggings, some holes in her knees, but she didn't seem to have noticed that.

Her hair was in a large bun, bobby pinned down perfectly on the top of her head, well not perfectly, considering some hairs were sticking out, another thing she wasn't obsessing over, but she did have a panda bear bow on the left side of her head, she looked at you with a grin playing on her lips.

"Well, are you going to sit down and answer me, Adam Torres?" Imogen asked as she gestured to the seat across from her, you give her a small smile before sitting across from her, nerves setting into your bones, fear rushing through your veins, pumping the emotion into your heart which was beating rapidly against your ribcage - you were sure that KC Guthrie and Jenna Middleton, who had a table next to you two could hear the sound of your erratic heartbeat.

"Should we read each other's letters now?" You ask Imogen as you reach to your back pocket to pull out the sweaty letter you had written for the quirky brunette across from you who was playing with one of the flowers on the table.

Imogen snapped her head up and looked at you with blank brown eyes which made you gulp, she didn't reach for her panda backpack which was on the floor or even for her bra to pull out any type of letter, which only made you even more nervous.

"Truth is, Adam Torres. I didn't write you a letter. I spent all yesterday with a blank piece of paper in front of me, trying to write, but I couldn't. I couldn't put into words how much I have grown to like you this past week. If I could, it'd be one long piece of paper and you'd take days to read it.. But in simple words, I like you, a lot. That underwater kiss wasn't nothing you know, it meant a lot to me, especially here." Imogen then placed her hand over her orange clad chest with a sweet smile on her face. "What I'm trying to say is, you are the man for me, Adam Torres. I've gone through countless crushes with guys, but with you, it means something. " Imogen concluded as she pulls the letter from your shocked fingertips and tosses it into the trashcan without any hesitation before she reaches over and grasps your hands with her own tightly.

You didn't say a word to her, you couldn't find your tongue, you were sure you'd never speak with this tongue ever again after what Imogen had confessed and concluded, she had even thrown out the letter you had written to her, knowing that fine words on paper wouldn't do a single thing, even though the writing had given you bogus cramps.

"Its you, Adam Torres. You are the man."

A/N: That's it! The final chapter to this little story! Hope you enjoyed it, please review!