"Losing My Favorite Game"
Summary: Baiting Adam Torres is one of Bianca's favorite games… until it gets real (Bianca/Adam pairing)
Author's Note: I don't think this story is super graphic, but it's definitely rated M for adult themes. This is part 1 of 3.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Degrassi!
Baiting Adam Torres is one of my favorite games.
Earlier today I saw him flirting with a girl by the lockers. Fiona Coyne seemed to like him or least did not dismiss him outright. I decided to hurl my usual insult as I walked by.
A pain expression flickered on his face before he caught himself. I smiled triumphantly as I continued on my way to class.
During Detention I realized I left one on my books in History class. It's 4 o'clock when I head to Mr. Perrino's classroom to get it. I'm usually in control of the prey so what happens next takes me by surprise.
"You actually read?" I hear in a sarcastic tone. When I look up I see Adam sitting in the back row.
"What are you doing here?" I say derisively. He glares at me, and then goes back to reading his comic book.
I smirk and walk over to him. "Hey, tranny. Got a hearing problem?"
After a few moments it's clear that he is ignoring me. I then snatch his comic and throw it clear across the room. "Oops," I sneer.
Adam stands up and locks his eyes on mine. I have never seen him this angry. Usually he looks sad or feigns indifference. However, this time his hands are balled into fists and I can see the internal struggle in his eyes of how to handle his anger.
I enjoy getting a rise out of him. After a long moment he says something that changes everything.
"Why do you hate me so much?" he asks in a small voice. The earlier bravado was gone and along with it, the anger. He reminds me of a kicked puppy. I hate his sincerity. Namely, the way it makes me feel.
"I mean, what did I do that was so bad that you have to insult me every time you see me?" he adds. His voice sounds quite girly.
"You know what you did, Adam!" The harshness in my tone even surprises me.
His eyes are wide.
"I'm not a lesbian, yet you went after me anyway."
He stares at me intently, so I continue, "I'm used to guys being jerks. I have fun being the hunter because I can do it on my terms. No one even tries to catch me anymore, but I thought you were different. I thought you would be a guy worthy of starting something with. Maybe even something real. But then you went and fucked it up."
The words that spill out of my mouth shock me as well. We stare at each other in stunned silence as we absorb the new information. I am lost in thought when his response blindsides me.
"You're angry at me for something I can't control?" Adam says through clenched teeth. "If I could snap my fingers and be born with a guy's body I would, but I can't. You hate the fact that I have the body of a girl? Well, I hate it more! You have no right to claim that me being transgendered and liking you makes you a victim!"
He came from around the desk to stand right in front of me. "I am not going to change who I am to make other people comfortable. I've done it before and being Gracie nearly killed me. I am Adam and I have a female body. You're going to have to deal with it!"
We're standing close now. Too close. I can smell his shampoo and hear the sound of him breathing. His brows are still furrowed but I can see the emotion shifting in his eyes. I detect curiosity. As he continues to stand his ground, I detect a challenge.
The sexiest thing about Adam Torres is his eyes. I blink hard as I try to shift my thoughts. He is still staring at me. He watches as I lift my head upwards, and slowly press my lips to his.
At first his lips are frozen in place. After a few seconds they follow my lead. I playfully brush my tongue against his lower lip. He gets the hint and parts his lips. Our tongues crash together and start to dance. I feel his arms pull me closer and hands rest on my lower back and hip. I reach up and rest one hand on his shoulder and run the other through his hair.
I'm not sure how much time has passed, when Adam's cell phone rings. We instantly pull apart. He looks at me shyly and grabs his phone.
"Yea?" he says and turns away. "Okay, I'll meet you downstairs."
He looks back at me. "Drew's done with practice. I've got to meet him downstairs."
I nod, as I don't know what to say. He reaches for his backpack, picks up his comic and heads towards the door. He pauses and sends me a questioning look.
I raise an eyebrow, then look away.
Author's Note #2: Reviews are awesome. Let me know what you think.