Bianca stood in the center of the room, practicing her leaps and turns in a feeble effort to keep her mind off the boy who broke her heart. Maybe if she could leap a little farther or turn a little faster he'd leave that rich bitch and come back to her. But of course that would never happen, Fiona Coyne was the picture of perfection and no one would willingly dump the socialite. It just wasn't fair. Fiona Coyne got whatever she wanted with the snap of her fingers, and Bianca couldn't even have just a little happiness. Didn't she deserve happiness?

She laughed bitterly, which made her land wrong and crash onto the ground. Of course she didn't deserve any happiness; she was Bianca friggin DeSousa. A bitch that made it her job to ruin everyone else's lives; why should she get any happiness? Adam had every right to stomp her heart into a million pieces and go after the richer brunette. All she had done was ruin his life. Rip open his shirt and announce to the world that he was biologically female. Tell Fitz and Owen so they would throw him through a glass door.

Tears pricked the corner of her eyes but she forced them back with a loud sniffle. It would be so much easier to blame Adam if he wasn't so fantastic. If he hadn't started the relationship and hadn't been the most awesome boyfriend ever. If he hadn't dealt with her random mood swings and bitchy attitude twenty four seven. Why couldn't he have been another jerk like all the men her mother dated?

Memories slowly pushed their way to the front of her mind before she could force them back. And why should she force them back? She had every right to mope around about a lost relationship. About having her heart stomped on by the one boy in the world she had actually cared about. With this newfound realization she finally let the tears fall freely. No one was there to see her so she had nothing to hide.

So she just sat like that, her ankle throbbing from the fall and tears pouring from her eyes. If anyone walked in the door they'd see just how far Bianca had fallen; how pathetic she looked. How heartbroken the heartbreaker looked.

Oh the irony.

She wondered if he'd chat with his friends and new girlfriend about what he had done. How he'd finally gotten her back for all the pain she made that group go through. Then they'd all laugh about the fact that he'd broken her; that someone had actually broken Bianca DeSousa. He had done the impossible.

But she told herself she'd be fine; it wasn't like he was her world (lies). She could throw herself into her dancing once again. Work up the courage to sign up for the dance recital and blow them all away. Or maybe she'd turn back into the old Bianca that had random flings and didn't give a crap about anyone. She'd bring random boys to the Boiler Room and with each guy she could slowly turn into her mother.

It could work; KC was free.

Go ahead and say goodbye; I'll be alright. Go ahead and make me cry; I'll be alright.

Disclaimer:

I don't –sob- own Degrassi D: or the lyrics; the belong to the song I Got You by Leona Lewis(:

Author's Notes:

Aww; me and my angst(: I'm probably going to do a sequel to this with another song I have in mind (:

I'm so tired and lazy that I don't really know what else to put here D: Tomorrow I'll be going back to school (finally) and I'm going to have soooo much work to make up… which means I'll have soooo much work that I won't do and instead I'll be updating (: It's going to be a long week :P

I'd like to thank BeRightThere (Ashley) for the song idea :D

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