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And my unique begging and sneaking skills.

Clare's POV

"Clare, talk to me." he said and I just ignored him and shut my locker.

"Clare," he pleaded and I gave in. Only a little.

"What do you want," I said, colder than ever.

"I wasn't asking your sister to prom."

I shrugged. "You want me to give you a cookie," I say meanly. Meaner than expected.

"Maybe, it would help, because you're acting really mean right now." he said.

I pulled a hand through my hair. "I know," I whispered before I looked into his green shining remorseful orbs. I felt trapped but I never wanted to be released. Ever.

No. No. Not this time. Before I got caught up in how gorgeous he was. (And he was so gorgeous) I walked away. He tugged my arm.

I looked at him. This... god, he was with me. Lord... and I was just letting him go?

But he didn't like me as much as I liked, no, loved him.

I felt the hot fresh and salty tears swell up and I pulled my arm away.

Jenna's POV

I went shopping with Sam and Lacey for Lacey to wear something at the prom. For some strange mixed up reason he agreed.

Crap, I only fought this battle so my aunt could stay home and watch her. But she was a better lawyer then I thought.

"I know why... your school is unsafe! You just don't want to take responsibilty because you seem to be 'insisting' that it is in Lacey's best interest." she argued like her life was on the line.

Principal Simpson paled. "No Degrassi is certainly safe, no one gets in without student identification and a ticket. Lacey, isn't a student."

"Ok, so, a student can bring a younger date to prom, say a freshman or whatever and you just turn your head."

"Well, Ms. Middleton, Lacey is quite young and..." he trailed off. That's all he had! Come on man!

"And... and... she will be going. Good day,"

And the call ended.

I put my head between my legs.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," Lacey said and he smiled. Lacey loved him ike he was her dad.

Her dad.

How was I supposed to tell her that her mommy was stupid enough to get herself drunk and taken advantage of over the summer? I hate James Lowe.

I ran my fingers through her hair. She had my blond hair and James's big brown eyes.

Sam looked at me. "She's beautiful Jen, like you."

I smiled at Sam.

He was there for me after I found out. Not KC Guthrie.

He rather go to the boiler room with Bianca and do god-knows-what and be her best friend and deal with his mom problems, though he didn't have any anymore. He didn't want to deal with my mom problems.

Well... technically... I did get drunk and UNKNOWINGLY cheated.

"Hey, it's Barbie, Ken, and Kelly." I heard the sly voice of Bianca DeSousa, and Lacey smiled at her.

Bianca smiled back, amused but glared at me. KC appeared behind her.

"Bianca," he warned.

She turned to face him. They had this whole conversation with their eyes. She relented.

"Bye Barbie, Later Ken, look forward to seeing Kelly." she said as KC led her away. And realization hit.

Clare was good for KC. KC was good for Bianca. Sam was good for me. Who was I good for.

Lacey smiled again.

I sighed.

I hoped, I was good for Lacey.

Alli's POV

"Dave, are we a 'thing'." I asked as we sat atlunch while Clare and Eli were having another argument by their lockers. Eli looked really sad, miserable, depressed, angry at himself, and in a word- scared ten inches of his life. Clare refused to see this. It broke my heart.

"Sure, we're 'Bhandurner', an unstoppable duo of me and still the hottest girl at school." he said.

I smiled wide. "No, I mean, are we... an 'item'."

Why am I beating around the bush?

"You mean a couple?" Dave asked quietly.

I nodded. He sighed and looked at me.

"I don't know," he said.

Adam's POV

"Dark purple," she said as she walked up to me.

"Fiona, what?" I murmured.

"My dress is a stunning dark purple Adam," she said and twisted her hair in her fingers.

"The color of royalty, my princess." I mutter as I turn around to see Eli banging his head against the locker.

"Dude," I said.

"Just... leave me here to die." he mumbled, absolutely heartbroken.

"Look, advice, girls want someone sweet and kind." Fiona said. "And even though you are... you need to bring it out more." She sighed. "You need to be charming and nice and funny and bonded on a deep level. You need to be there for her."

She looked up at me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. "You need to be... brave enough to stand up for what you believe in and if you believe you and Clare can work, even if you asked her sister to prom-"

"I did not," he said and Fiona rolled her eyes.

"You gotta fight for it. Or it'll just fade away." she whispered.

She looked at me but I couldn't read her this time. She had this look. I didn't get it. Then she shook her head and looked down at Eli.

"Did that help?" she whispered.

He nodded. "I'm going to need a lot... of stuff." he said and darted away.

I laughed. She smiled weakly- damn I still couldn't read it. And walked away.

My turn to bang my head against the locker.

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