ALEX's POV (Entire story from this PoV...atm if it changes I'll annotate it for you all)And just as background this are some slightly the same slightly alternative events to what happened after the Lexicon of Love episodes. I believe the important scenes are on Youtube if you need a refresher :) Like my profile says: Send me feedback! Please! more feedback=faster chapter updates!

As I laid on my bed, staring at the old and cracking ceiling above me, I couldn't shake these...strange feeling. I use the term "strange" because...well...I'd never really had these type of feelings before. It was a totally new experience for me, and believe me, it was scary, but I'm Alex Nuñez. Nothing phases me. I'm the badass of Degrassi. The girl that always held her own. I never asked for anything and would never willing take a handout. And above all else, I never cried. Ever. That was showing weakness, and I, Alex Nuñez, had no weaknesses...or so everyone else thought.

Little did they know they were far from right. I had a lot of weaknesses, but I would never show them. Why? For one who would listen? I'm the freak of the school, the bully. And if I dared to tell my friends or god forbid my drunken mother or her even more drunk boyfriend Chad I would be laughed at and being laughed isnt the best feeling in the world. Secondly even if someone did care enough to listen, I wouldn't want to bother them with my problems. That's what they are: My problems. So I just keep it bottled up and deal with it myself. It's just how I operate, no visible signs of emotion unless it's attitude or sarcasm.

As I lay there in bed all I could think about was the night of the movie premiere. But more specific than that, all I could think of was Paige. Her body, but not just that. It was more than a physical attraction. I just knew it. Her deep blue/green eyes (that changed almost like a  mood ring). Her cute little smile. The looks she gave me on the dance floor. The looks the OTHER people gave us as they watched us dance. The way neither or us really noticed those other people (at least I didn't). The only thing that mattered out there on the dance floor was her. Paige Michaelchuck. The night was all about her. As we danced I could feel this sort of...energy, almost electric that I couldn't shake. Her touch felt electric to me, intoxicating. These are the "strange" feelings I'm talking about.

At first I thought I could just forget about it. I mean...I couldn't be a lesbian...could I? I mean I liked guys, or at least I think I did. I dated Jay didnt I? Not that it was a stable relationship, but it was something. No, I definately was bi-sexual if anything. But I didn't want to jump to any conclusions so I waited and now, two weeks later and I still had these thoughts. Every day we worked together at the hell hole they called the movie theather (maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't work there and I could actually afford to go to the movies) if she would even so much as brush up against me or bump into my shoulder, speak to me, even in the casual work tone I would have to hold myself together because all I wanted to do was melt under her. There was something about her that just jolted me, making me feel more alive. It felt....nice. No, more than nice. I'd never felt that alive before in my life. It was like a high without smoking, being drunk without drinking. It felt fan-fucking-tastic.

Every night I laid in my bed, thinking of her. All the things I wish soo bad I could say to her, but would never get the chance. I mean...we were from two completely different places. She was Ms. Popular Cheer Captain and I was the badass from the wrong side of the tracks. What kind of match was that going to make? One that would never even get off the ground, but at least I had my fantasies.I would think back to how I kissed her that night, and try my best to not remember the next part where she totally freaked out. Instead I tried to remember the fact that she kissed me back. She, Paige Michaelchuck, kissed me back. And instead of her storming off my dreams were filled with what might have been. A beautiful romance that was exactly that. Only a dream. Nothing more.

I rolled over in my bed looking at my alarm clock on the end table. 6:30 a.m. Another sleepless night.

I should get up, I thought, groaning aloud. "I hate school" I muttered as I rolled out of bed and grabbed a clean tank top and jeans from the dresser.

I quickly dressed and went though my normal morning routine before quietly slipping out the apartment door so as not to wake my mother or Chad. Like I needed their drunken attitudes right now. Arriving at the bus stop right on time I climbed into the shuttle to hell.