Hey guys, I know it's been forever, but I've been super busy. I hope you haven't forgotten about this story, and will forgive me for taking so long. This two parter is dedicated to my bestest friend in the whole wide world Maddie. Love you, Cinderblock! Hope you all enjoy!

CAM

"….And this is Degrassi's caf." I ushered Keith Brolley into the lunchroom. He was the newest member of the Toronto Ice Hounds, and now newest sophomore at Degrassi, which is how I got assigned to be his tour guide. "Getting lunch is pretty much the same as every school. I'm gonna go sit with my other friends, but you'll probably want to go sit with the hockey team. It's a long table with a bunch of jacked up guys in red and black jackets, can't miss it." I called, walking towards the table I shared with my girlfriend and our niner friends.

Keith grabbed my arm, "Mind if I sit with you and your friends today? It's just that I don't think the team will accept me until they see what I got on the ice." His eyes were pleading, and I understood where he was coming from, Mike Dallas and Co. could be brutal.

"Yeah, sure. They'll be fine with that." I guided him to the lunch line where Tristan and Maya were chatting, "Hey, M," I said, casually taking her lunch tray from her hands. "Go sit down, I'm buying today."

Maya shook her head, "No, Cam, not again. You've bought the last three days in a row. My parents are gonna think I'm anorexic." She reached for the tray, but I pulled it far away from her.

"No, they're going to think I'm a growing boy who requires a lot of food, and just happens to be nice enough to share leftovers with their daughter."

Tristan chuckled quietly to himself, "Poor Little Cammy, he actually thinks he's gonna make it above 5'7"."

Maya laughed while I scowled at Owen's brother, "Fine, my growing boy, but no dessert!"

She started to walk away, but I grabbed her wrist and spun her back, "No promises." I said, and gave her a quick kiss.

"Who was that?" Keith asked curiously behind me, I had completely forgotten he was there, I tended to do that when Maya was around.

"That is Cam's girlfriend, the magnificent Maya Matlin, but give it seven years or so and I'll have to introduce her as Maya Saunders." Tristan answered for me and I blushed. "Now who are you?"

"Keith Brolley. I'm a new Ice Hound from Ohio. I'm supposed to be a junior, but I have to repeat sophomore year, so don't worry Cam still has the record for youngest Ice Hound in history." He stuck his out to Tristan. I was happy to find out I still held the record, I hated any attention, but it was nice to know there was something the older guys could never beat me at.

The two started chatting like old friends as we made our way through the line; I stopped and grabbed a brownie for Maya, just because she told me not to.

Where I ate lunch had been a complicated affair when I first started going out with Maya, but now it was simple: I sat with Maya and Co. every day, unless Dallas warned me ahead of time that he had to make an important announcement and usually Maya came with me. I was afraid the team would bag on Maya as a distraction, but Dallas liked her, and the rest of the team was too scared to go against him. It was drama-free and uncomplicated, which was how I liked it.

I set the tray down on the table next to Maya, and pass a turkey sandwich, mini pretzels, a Gatorade, and the brownie to her. Maya glared at me when she saw the brownie. I grabbed her hand and squeezed, and she laughed, "You're impossible, Campbell Saunders."

She started to remove the Saran wrap from around the brownie, and I smirked in triumph, "See, Maya? I should be allowed to spoil my-" She shoved a large piece in my mouth as I was talking.

"Aww!" Tristan flipped out across the table, "Let me know ahead of time next time before you shove dessert in his face, Maya. I can record it and then we can play it on a screen at the wedding, right before they eat cake. Can't you just see it, Tori?!"

KEITH

At lunch, I had been beginning to think I could be happy at Degrassi. Cam seemed like a nice guy, his girlfriend was a hilarious ball of spunk, and his other friends were really welcoming, especially Tristan. There had been an immediate connection between me and him the minute he asked who I was. I don't know if there's anything, there but maybe. My gaydar is usually sucky, and even though with just Tristan's outfit all sign pointed to yes, you can really never tell. I mean would any here be able to guess at first glance I was attracted to guys? Nope, and I didn't plan on them figuring it out any time soon, high school is hard enough. I was especially happy with my outer jock persona the minute I met the rest of the hockey team.

Except for three guys, every member was powerful, rowdy, and completely out of control. There was Cam, of course, maybe the pressure of being the star kept him grounded. Then there was a senior that was a bit quieter than the rest, and who I later found out was Tristan's older brother Go figure! Last was the team captain. Mike Dallas was very powerful, very rowdy, and very out of control, but the weight of responsibility for caring for the entire team seemed to keep in check.

I think I proved myself in practice, I skated harder than everyone else just to show them I'd earned my letterman jacket, and no one said a word. That was until Luke Baker came over as we were walking out, "Look, Brolley, I don't want to leave you hanging your first week here, so I just wanted to tell you that you need to find a PB to wear your jacket for the game Saturday."

I knew what PB meant, it was a universal term for all hockey players. Luke was offering me a lifejacket on land, and I was too paranoid not to take it. "Have any suggestions? I don't wanna grab one that's every Ice Hounds' used tissue, but I don't want one who'll think she's anything more than a puck bunny."

Luke slapped my shoulder, "You're a smart kid, Brolley. But I gotta say if you really want the team's utmost respect, the girl you want is standing right over there." He pointed to a short blonde standing in the lobby texting on her iPhone. Maya.

I gulped, "That's Cam's girlfriend…."

"Yes it is, Rookie. You see, Saunders is the guy to beat on this team right now. You don't have time to work your ass off to even attempt to play better than him, so the fast and surefire way to one-up him: kiss Maya Matlin."

MAYA

Whisperhug practice had gotten out way early today because Mo had an anniversary date to prepare for, so I went to the lobby to wait for Cam to get out of practice. Because of Marimo's date, an extra hour of the day belonged to me and Cam, and I planned on spending it wisely.

To: Cam 3- Band got out early. Waiting in the lobby, excited to see you!

From Cam 3- Wish I could see you sooner. Coach wanted to talk strategy for a minute with me and Dallas. Be right out.

The guy who joined us at lunch, Keith, awkwardly approached me. "Hey, Blondie," he called.

"Hi, Keith, good first practice?" I answered hesitantly but politely.

"Yeah it was great, but this'll be better." Confusion crossed my face, and then kissed me straight on the lips.

I shoved his chest and took two steps back. "I'm sorry, Keith, I thought you knew Campbell is my boyfriend." Maybe no one had actually mentioned it to him, and he thought we were just close friends.

Keith closed the distance, backing me against a wall. "Yeah, I know," he answered, Well there goes my theory. He tried to hold my wrist and I yanked it away, suddenly afraid. Brutally, Keith grabbed the back of my neck, probably leaving a nice bruise, and crushed my lips to his. I tried to push him away, but I was pinned against the wall, and he was a hockey player, and I was a weakling. I felt scared and helpless and there was nothing I could do without causing a big scene. Maybe if I just let him kiss me, he'll leave me alone and I'll never have to think about it again.

The hockey teams whoops and hollers surrounded me, "Whoa look at Brolley!"

"Guess she isn't Saunders' personal property after all!"

"INTERCEPTION!"

I kept myself focused on other things while Keith kissed me, about the homework I needed to get done, and what time my parents would be home for work that night. He finally released me, and I didn't stick around to be there when someone told Cam what had just happen. So I ran, my neck killing me, to the one person I always ran to. Katie.

Well I hope you liked it! It's a storyline I've never done before so I hope it interesting and not offensive. (I'm not sure how to write through the eyes of a homosexual male hockey player, I'm just a lowly straight female writer!)

P.S. I'm still in denial about Dallas being completely evil….