CHAPTER THIRTEEN: LET ME BREATHE

Adam's POV

Fiona was gone. She had been gone for a whole week now and today was the first day that any thought concerning her had actually appeared in my mind.

Anyone could probably guess who I was really thinking about right then while I sat in my empty house.

Bianca Desousa had been infecting every single thought of mine ever since she'd shot me down with that heartless insult. And most of the thoughts had been pretty hateful.

But honestly I was still thinking about what she'd said to me last Thursday on the sidewalk. We'd both gotten quite a few awkward glances when Bianca had decided to throw the insult out in the open.

"I just can't believe that you actually thought I liked you."

I seriously wanted to choke that stupid curly-haired girl. But deep down, although I didn't want to admit it, I kind of missed arguing with her. I missed fighting against her tempting touches and kisses.

Okay, so maybe I missed Bianca…but just a little bit! It wasn't like I was yearning for her touch or anything. The only person's touch I really yearned for was Fiona's, and I wouldn't be touching her until March.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I continued to flip through the channels. News, news, and what do you know more news. Nothing good was ever on TV anymore.

While Fiona was here in Toronto, we spent a lot of time watching movies together on the couch. And if we weren't on the couch, we were in the bed. But we usually saved our bed adventures for when Fiona was at my house.

Both Fiona and I knew how weird Clare got when the subject of sex was put on the table. Saint Clare couldn't always wear that professional poker face of hers. Plus it was kind of awkward lying in the same bed with Fiona while knowing that Clare was in the bedroom next door.

I finally gave up on the whole TV thing and threw the remote back on the coffee table while an old western film played on the plasma screen.

My body slowly lost its tenseness, making it easier for me to stretch back and relax. I had practically sunk into the couch by now.

It was a lot easier to relax in this house when Drew and the parents were out of town at one of Drew's big hockey games. Sports weren't really my thing, so I kept my distance from any game or practice Drew had.

Well at least his sporty games gave people like me the chance to relax and have some quiet for once. It gave me the chance to actually hear my own thoughts.

And pretty much all of my thoughts were uttering the same name over and over again. Bianca…Bianca…Bianca…

I wondered what she was doing right now. Most likely she was at her computer listening to some rock band while creating an I Hate Adam Torres website.

I would've done the same to her.

But I had this subtle pricking feeling in my abdomen telling me that maybe she was thinking about me too. Maybe she was also having trouble sleeping at night because that memory of her insulting me kept zooming through her head.

Well…at least that was what lame old me was doing.

I shook my head with my eyes closed before sinking a little further into my couch. I had just started dozing off into dreamland when the sound of the doorbell ringing startled me.

My body tensed up a little at the sudden noise. I slowly relaxed myself before slowly standing up to go investigate who was standing at my door.

Maybe it was Eli and Clare coming to visit me in an empty house. Or maybe it was just Clare. She'd been trying to console me after the incident with Bianca.

But I honestly didn't want any sort of human contact right now. I'd been avoiding everyone at Degrassi all week. I'd even been acting a little quieter during me, Eli, and Clare's visits at The Dot almost every afternoon after school.

I'd been avoiding Bianca most of all though. I would see her in the hall, I would freeze, she would give me a hopeful glance, and I would swallow hard before turning to walk the other way.

I really didn't want anything to do with her. But if I really didn't want anything to do with her…why was I still thinking about her after her insolent insults?

Maybe I was just as crazy as she was.

I gently shoved the pointless thoughts from my head before walking to the door and opening it. The gloomy atmosphere outside made my shoulders hunch in a not so good way.

My body tensed even more when I saw who was standing on my small porch. Why did she suddenly think that she could just waltz right up to my house?

"Hey," Bianca greeted sheepishly.

I grumbled loudly before looking past Bianca and crossing my arms rudely. "What do you want?"

Her brown eyes shone with a bit of hurt as a reaction to my rudeness. But I didn't feel bad for causing that special twinkle in her eyes. She deserved everything that came to her, and I knew that now.

"Look," she started, "can we talk?"

"No," I answered shortly. I grabbed the door and had almost shut it when Bianca stuck her black converse in the path of the door. I glared immediately and met eyes with Bianca.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get your attention. I know that you're mad at me, but I really need to talk to you. Just let me explain…," she pleaded in a shockingly innocent tone.

But there was no way that I was about to fall for another one of Bianca's trances. So instead of listening, I tightened my grip on the door and said through my teeth, "I suggest you move your foot before it's no longer there."

Bianca made a sound that sounded close to a whimper. But it also sounded quite angry. She glared evilly at me for a few seconds before letting her glare relax. The older girl slowly retracted her foot out of the doorway.

She quickly opened her mouth to say something else when she saw that I was staring at her. And as soon as she uttered the first syllable, I slammed my front door right in her face.

I could practically feel the shame from being rejected by me through the wood of the door. Bianca deserved everything she had coming to her.

I quickly locked the door before uttering an annoyed sound and turning on my heel to make my way back to the leather couch. By this time, I was really hoping that Bianca would somehow forget where I lived.

A/N: Sorry if I don't update soon after this. My stupid computer is having Internet issues.