Adam stood by the drink table and sipped away at the (probably) spiked punch. His eyes were glued to the girl in the red dress who, as much as he hated to admit it, was not Fiona. The two had had the perfect relationship for a month now but Adam, regrettably, still felt something for Bianca. He told himself it was just the after-effects of their relationship, but he hated seeing her throwing herself over another guy. He especially hated seeing her get drunk and slowly morph back to her old ways. When they had been in their relationship she had stopped because she knew it upset him; but apparently she didn't care anymore.

Now she was drunk and throwing herself all over some random senior on the dance floor. She was too wasted to notice his hands were traveling over areas way too inappropriate for a school dance. Or maybe she wasn't wasted and just didn't care… the last possibility made Adam's stomach turn. He knew she had more self-respect then she let on but still used guys to get over her problems. Silently he wondered what her problems were now. If maybe her alcoholic father had returned and was beating on her mom again. Or, maybe, she was just as upset over the breakup as he was.

Sure; he had been the one to leave her but that didn't mean he didn't still have feelings for the girl. He just couldn't handle all the glares that were sent in her direction, how her group of friends had kicked her out for being with the 'tranny'. She acted like none of it bothered her, but he knew how hard it was to not be accepted with the people you cared about. He figured it'd be the best for both of them, and maybe he'd be able to give Fiona a chance. It wasn't like he didn't have feelings for the socialite, because he did. He had a crush on her ever since he really got to know her.

But he cared for Bianca more, and that killed him.

"Adam!" Fiona's voice shouted over the pounding bass. She made her way over to him, turning heads in her stunning blue dress. His heart stopped when he saw her and he forced himself to not compare her to Bianca. "Dance with me!" he forced a smile and nodded. He happened to be a very good dancer; and it was all because of Bianca.

Shoot; there he went thinking about her again when he told himself not to. Almost unconsciously his eyes traveled over towards his ex, who was still dangling from the random guys shoulders. His eyes narrowed when the guy started whispering in his ear; was the idiot going to try to take advantage of her when she was drunk? But just like that she pushed him away and he told himself not to think about her anymore. He was with Fiona and Bianca could handle herself.

xxxxxxx

He couldn't find her. After a few wild dances with his friends he made his way back to the drink table and didn't notice Bianca anywhere. What made him panic even more was the fact that the random guy she had been with was gone as well.

He would try anything at a school dance, would he? It wasn't like they were on school property. It was prom, which meant Degrassi had to go all out and rent a ballroom from a nearby hotel. The students weren't allowed to go anywhere past the first level and they had a million guards everywhere. Since Vegas Night Adam was actually happy with all the extra precautions; he just hoped they were enough to help Bianca.

"Hey dude; what's up?" Eli asked; his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched his friend's eyes snap around the entire ballroom.

"Hey Eli; how many security guards are there?" Adam blurted randomly when, after a second sweep of the room, he still hadn't found Bianca or the random guy. Eli still watched him, confused as to where the question had come from.

"Um… probably ten? I honestly don't know dude… what's got your superhero undies in a bunch?" he smiled slyly and made an attempt at a joke but Adam ignored him completely. Ten wasn't good enough.

"I have to go," he breathed, just as Clare and Fiona made their way over to them. He bolted towards the door, weaving through the gyrating bodies with ease. Finally he made it to the exit and took a deep breath, cooling off after being in the intense heat for so long. They couldn't have gotten that far without a guard. And if the guy was trying to take advantage of Bianca, which Adam knew he was; a guard would definitely stop them. His eyes fell on a door labeled staircase and he easily pushed his way through. The stairs led to the basement, but he didn't have to go far before he heard the voices.

"I said fuck off." That was definitely Bianca's voice.

"Oh come on; don't be like that." Adam's eyes narrowed and his hands clenched into fists. He started down the stairs, taking them two at a time when he heard a loud thud.

"Get off!" Bianca shouted and Adam whirled around the landing. At the basement level he saw the guy grab Bianca's face and smash his lips to hers. She made a growling noise and her foot slammed out, narrowly avoiding his man area.

"Stupid little bitch," the guy snapped and smacked Bianca upside the head.

"Hey; leave her alone!" Adam shouted, just as the guy grabbed at her dress. He spun around; eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights and took a step back.

"Whoa man; she came onto me first."

"You clearly don't know the meaning of 'get off'." Adam snapped; his intense glare fixated on the taller boy.

"It's not my fault she's some teasing slut," the guy spat. Adam's fist struck out and slammed into his face.

"Get the hell out of my sight." Adam seethed. The guy gave a menacing glare before turning and heading toward the stairs. Adam planned to have a word with Mr. Simpson and the police about that particular party go-er, but at the time his main priority was making sure Bianca was ok. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, reaching out to help her up. He'd never seen her so broken before. Her makeup smudged, a sort of dazed look on her face and her strap hanging off her shoulders.

"Get away from me," she snapped, pushing his arms away and attempting to get up herself. Adam stepped back, shocked for a second before he quickly collected himself.

"The guy's gone…" he said and she sent a withering glare in his direction.

"Yeah; I know. I was handling it before you came along." Adam's temper flared and he wanted to say 'yeah; it sure looked like it' but held back the sarcastic comment. She might've just been sexually assaulted but she was still Bianca, and she always had to handle things herself. So instead of answering he shrugged.

"Are you alright?"

"You broke up with me," she snapped suddenly and Adam took a step back. Where had that come from? "So why do you care if I'm alright or not?" she turned her teary brown eyed gaze onto him. Her gaze practically screamed 'tell me you still care about me! Tell me you still love me!' but he also remembered watching Owen shove her so hard she fell down a flight of stairs. He glanced down, not able to take the intensity of her gaze.

"Can't a friend worry about another friend?" he whispered, peeking at her from the corner of his eye. He pretended like he didn't see the crushed look on her face a millisecond before it was replaced with a sneer.

"No." with that she started back up the stairs, leaving Adam to wonder if he had just made the worst mistake of his life.

Did some things you can't speak of. But tonight you live it all again. You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, if only you had seen what you know now then.

Disclaimer:

I don't –sob- own Degrassi D: and I don't own the lyrics either; they belong to the song Innocent by Taylor Swift.

Author's Notes:

This is a sequel to the previous little song-fic called 'I Got You'. To clear up some confusion I'm figuring I should probably tell you guys the ages. In this one Adam is still a sophomore and Bianca is still a junior. The reason Adam's at prom is because he was asked by an upperclassman coughFionacough.

If there's any requests you guys have don't be afraid to put it in a Review or send it in a PM(: If there's specific lyrics or a plotline you want you can add that as well (: I'm thinking of making the next little song-fic/one-shot pure fluff since most of it has been angst(:

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