Disclaimer: In case you were wondering and I hope you weren't, I don't own Degrassi and Marianas Trench's beautiful song, "Beside You".
~I ship Imofitz~
"Imogen, don't go!" His plead bounced off the walls of Little Miss Steaks as she headed in the direction of the exit.
The disgusted look he received from her was enough to intimidate any human being. But not him; he was clearly not letting her go without a battle. Imogen Moreno clutched her purse tightly and rushed through the swinging doors of the restaurant.
Cold air immediately slapped against her face for all she could do was run. Before turning at the corner, his rough hand grasped her arm. She spun around to loosen out of his grip.
"Let me explain," he said slightly out of breath.
She shook her head hastily. "Explain what? How much of a coward you are? How after all this time, I never meant anything to you?" Her voice sounded hysterical which startled him.
"That's not true and you know that," he said barely above a whisper. She knew he was attempting to keep a strong voice but his throat betrayed him.
She tapped a foot impatiently, waiting for him to redeem himself if possible. Just then a single raindrop landed on her face, forcing her to look up at the darkening sky. It was incredible how quickly everything changed since the day she met Mark Fitzgerald. How from one day to the other he had become very special to her but now when she looked at him, the only thing he resembled was darkness.
As he stood before her, Imogen studied the boy she thought she knew; the boy who stood up for her several months ago; the boy who wasn't bothered by her peculiar behavior or her unique style. He was the only person who truly accepted her for what she was… different.
Rain began to fall upon them but it went unnoticed.
"You choose to believe the words that come out of the mouth of that crazy guy rather than my own," he said. It wasn't a question but rather a statement.
"You have no right to call him that!" she squeaked. It still bothered her that people tended to call Eli Goldsworthy that cruel term.
Fitz's arms flew up. "You continue to defend him after everything! He doesn't love you, Imogen. But I- I…"
Her eyes widened at his bluntness. And as if her eyes were jealous of the rain, tears began to stream down her face. Fitz stepped closer to place his hands on her cheeks, angry with himself for continuously hurting her. She refused to look at him this time and swatted away his pity. Without another word, Imogen walked away from the only good thing left in her life.