Hello everyone! I know it's been a million and one years of writers block and I am SO SORRY! But I am back and better than ever and I am gonna finish this story! So without further ado… chapter ten! (I do not own Degrassi, but I do own a lamp!) keep reviewing! And continue with Chapter 11 where jealousy starts and excitement continues!


I watched as Tracey rushed away from me. Part of me wanted to reach out for her, or yell her name. Anything. ANYTHING to get her to come back, to understand that I was still me, to remember that kiss. I went red remembering how it felt with her lips on mine. I wanted that again. I needed that.

My stomach sank as she went out of my sight and I suddenly knew that it would never happen. No girl would ever want to be with me once they knew how I was, especially not a girl like Tracey. Tracey was perfect, and she definitely didn't need me.

I lowered my head, sitting on the bench. I had never felt worse in my life.


I had never felt worse in my life. I couldn't believe I had done that to Adam. In my shock I couldn't think. I felt horrible. "Adam must hate me now," I muttered under my breath. I needed to talk to Clare. Or someone. Anyone.

I wondered if he would ever forgive me for walking away like I did. Adam was Adam. I remembered the way I turned red whenever I was near him, I remembered the way he made my heart beat twice as fast as it should, I remembered the incredible, perfect feeling of his kiss. I needed Adam. The boy I liked.

And he was a boy, no matter what. I still liked Adam. I had been so stupid, and as I realized that I turned on my heels and ran back towards the bench. I was running faster than I ever had. I turned around the corner and saw Adam with his head ducked down. He looked miserable… because of me.

For a second I hesitated, wondering if I really should go over to him, wondering if he really would forgive me. I shook off the thought, I at least needed to try. I walked over to him slowly. Tapping him on the shoulder and going to stand in front of him.

He looked up, his amazing eyes meeting mine. I felt my face turn red, like always. Nothing had changed. He was still Adam, and he still made me go bright red with one look. His eyes got wider as he searched over my face.

"Tracey," he said, in a surprised, almost relieved voice.

"Adam," I replied, "I-I-I don't know if you'll ever be able to forgive me for running off like that. I am so sorry. I-"

Adam suddenly stood up and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I felt my heart begin to beat faster than ever as I hugged him back. "Sorry…" Adam's voice cracked a little, "I'm just… glad you don't hate me."

"Adam," I whispered in his ear, "I like you… I really, really like you." I pulled away from his ear and let my lips find his.