Author's Note: I do not own Degrassi.
Fitz shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He had been sitting in the car, handcuffed, for a few minutes. He was waiting for the cops to come back. He wasn't sure what was taking them so long, but he didn't care. All it did was prolong the inevitable.
He shook his head and sighed. He'd hoped his mom wouldn't be too upset with him. This was the last thing she needed. Her son at the police station again. At least this time it would be partially worth it. The scared shitless look on Eli's face would forever be etched in his mind. Unfortunately, so would the sadness in Clare's eyes.
He shook his head to try to clear the thought out of his mind. But it was no use. She had been on his mind ever since she agreed to go to the dance with him. He had hoped that tonight would be a night she'd see him in a new light. A night she'd never forget. He got his wish, just not for the reasons he had intended.
She would remember tonight all right. She'd remember him as the asshole that almost stabbed her precious boyfriend. A sad smile appeared on his face. He would have left Eli alone had he not poisoned his drink. He still couldn't believe he puked in front of Clare. Some impression he made on her. He shuddered at the thought.
He did have a couple more regrets for the night. One was not being able to dance with her. A slow dance would have been perfect. Not only would it have pissed off Eli, but it would have given him a chance to be close to her. Maybe even sneak a sniff of her hair.
The second was that she witnessed what he did to Eli. Fitz had hoped that he had scared her away when she saw the knife. But, he should have known that she would go and warn him. Oh, how he wanted to find Eli alone. He had tried scaring her away when he confronted Eli. But all he could do was retort to calling her a bitch.
He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She'd probably never give him the time of day again. He shook his head and glanced out the window. His eyes lit up when he spotted her on the steps. However, she was standing next to him. Simpson was talking to them and he looked pissed off.
All he wanted to do was go up to her. He'd wrap his arms around her and tell her he was sorry.
The doors in the front of the car opened up, interrupting his thoughts. The two cops sat inside. "All right, Fitzgerald. We're going to the station," the female cop told him. Fitz rolled his eyes and took one last look out the window.
One day, if he could get her to look at him again, he would make it up to her.