I don't own Degrassi, but I hope you enjoy my new story anyway. Takes place after Vegas Night, but Bianca and Drew aren't together.

1.

Bianca DeSousa stood proudly in front of the full-length mirror and tossed her head. A casual observer might think that she was admiring her mostly exposed body, but on closer inspection, it was obvious that she was actually watching for a reaction from the guy currently stretched out on her bed. Bianca sighed and spun on her toes to face him.

Any other straight guy on the planet would be appreciative of the way she filled out the pale pink lace bra and matching boy shorts, but Owen Milligan was completely oblivious. He was, at this particular moment, staring at the ceiling as he bombarded her with questions about her most recent confrontation with Alli Bhandari. "Did she ask about me?"

Bianca wanted to bean him in the head with a hard, blunt object, but she resisted the urge. "Owen, do you honestly think that she stopped in the middle of calling me a whore and threatening to break my face, just to ask me how you were doing?" She stepped into her jeans, still talking. "Besides that, offering a girl money for a blowjob is not the best way to say that you care." She stalked over to the bed, leaning across Owen to grab her tee shirt.

Owen ignored the fact that Bianca's C-cups were just inches away from his face in favor of further discussion. "I panicked! What would you have done? If you were Alli, I mean."

Bianca's words were temporarily muffled as she tugged the shirt over her head. "First of all, you wouldn't have caught me crying in the hall over Drew fucking Torres," she pointed out. "But if you offered me money for a blowjob…" She considered the situation carefully. "I probably would've taken your $50 and then punched you in the face."

Owen rolled to his side as Bianca returned to the mirror. "So what you're saying is I need a more delicate approach."

Bianca snorted as she applied a thick line of eyeliner. "Since you were about as delicate as a jackhammer, I'd say yeah. What is it with you and Bhandari, anyway? We've been best friends for 6 years, and I've never heard you go on about a chick so much."

"Dunno," Owen replied. "She's got this fire in her, like it doesn't matter how many times you knock her down, she'll keep getting up. And she's hot, of course." He shot Bianca a grin that left no doubt about what exactly he admired about Alli.

"She must not be too hot, considering how quickly Drew blew her off for me," Bianca snapped as she put the finishing touches on her makeup.

Owen sat up on the side of the bed. "Why wouldn't he, B? Your blowjobs are legendary at Degrassi."

She shot him a nasty look. "You wouldn't know, seeing as how you've never had one. Now do you think you can forget about your little crush for awhile? I'd like to get going."

Owen was confused. Bianca almost sounded jealous. But they were friends, just friends, and had been for years. Their relationship had changed since they were 10, but it was still platonic. Sure, there had been times when Owen had been pretty much desperate to hook up with Bianca – she had a body like a Victoria's Secret model and an attitude that trumped his own – but he had never asked for anything more and neither had she.

"Sorry." He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but it seemed to appease Bianca, because she picked up her keys and a black hoodie, leading him out of her room.

"I swear to you that fatass Bruce never moves from that couch." Bianca stared at the guy in question. "I mean, I don't think he even gets up to piss. I have seen him sitting in that exact spot every day for the last year."

Owen made a little noise that could've signaled agreement, but Mark Fitzgerald gave Bianca a gentle shove. "You haven't been here every day in the last year, plus you're just being a bitch. What's your problem?"

Bianca had been steadily throwing back shots of Everclear since their arrival several hours ago, so Owen wasn't surprised when she shoved Fitz back, hard. "What's my problem? You're my fucking problem," she hissed. "You and your stupid religious fanatic façade that you put on whenever that little Edwards bitch comes around. And you," she screeched, focusing her gaze on Owen angrily. "You and your obsession with a total hypocrite. How is Bhandari gonna call me a slut? What makes her think she's any better?" Hands shaking, she pulled a cigarette from her pack and lit it. "I don't understand what's happening." She abruptly dropped to her knees on the ground and burst into tears, still puffing away.

Fitz and Owen exchanged a look. Fitz threw his hands up and took a step back. "Your best friend, your problem, man. I don't deal with hysterical drunk bitches that may decide to cut off my balls while I'm sleeping."

Owen's jaw tightened. "Way to help the situation, asshole," he muttered as Fitz disappeared into the crowd. He ran a hand through his hair before kneeling down next to Bianca. He carefully took the cigarette from her hand and flicked it into the distance. Speaking very calmly, he pulled her into his arms. "It's okay, B. I've got you, and everything's okay."

For a split second, she started to relax against him. Owen buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent. He pulled her a little closer, trying to project a tranquil presence. Bianca's arms came up around his neck as she sobbed on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, relieved that she seemed to be calming down.

His own peacefulness was shattered when he felt her press a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his neck. His eyes shot open just as Bianca threaded her fingers through his hair. She used her body weight to slowly push him to his back. He went willingly at first, entirely unable to think as her tongue and teeth moved over his neck and shoulder. It felt so good when she nipped him right there, and the hands working at his belt buckle made him more excited.

Then she whispered his name. "Owen…"

He jerked upright with a speed he hadn't realized he had, dislodging Bianca in the process. She landed on her ass about a foot in front of him, shock written all over her face.

"What the hell are you doing?" He scrambled to his feet, putting a few more feet between them in the process.

Bianca stood more slowly, brushing off the back of her jeans. "I thought…" She looked at him expectantly, clearly waiting for him to step in.

"Whoa." Owen held his palms out, terrified that she would come toward him. "I don't know what you thought, but I'm not one of your boy toys, Bianca."

Rage washed over her. She took a few unsteady steps toward him, focusing on staying upright. "You're just like everybody else, asshole. You think I'm nothing but a slut, don't you? You know what? Maybe you're right. I'm going to go find somebody who will appreciate that. In the meantime, lose my phone number, forget my name. I hope I never see you again." She moved away quickly, humiliation giving her speed.

Owen started to go after her, but by the time he caught up, she already had some guy wrapped around her. She was giggling and biting her lip as the guy slid his hands over her ass. For a brief second, her eyes met Owen's, blasting him with overwhelming anger before she returned her attention to the guy.

"I have no idea what just happened." Owen shrugged and headed toward his car. He looked back once, but Bianca was nowhere to be seen.