Fiona Coyne's body and mind froze as her supposed-to-be-girlfriend Imogen Moreno basically had publically announced around quite a large amount of students that they in fact weren't an item. That wasn't Fiona's main problem, however, but it was definitely the straw that broke the camel's back.
Fiona had just returned from New York a week later than anticipated to be that strong support system her mother needed during this rough patch just as her mother, herself, had provided to Fiona as she went through her multiple rehabs and spent a solid year being an over-the-top drama queen. At this point all she wanted to do was pick back up with the girl she left behind due to the horrible timing.
Fiona and Imogen had left off at the Frostival prior to the break. Their night was wrapped up with a passionate kiss on the Ferris wheel, their hands fastened together as they walked around and exchanging more love struck looks than words. Nothing needed to be said; the vibes surrounding them said enough. As they went their separate ways and disappeared into the darkness, the two already had a plan set: Facerange messages, Skype sessions, phone call dates and a Facetime rendezvous every once in a while. The distant dates worked perfectly especially with the knowledge that Fiona would be returning. They didn't speak of their feelings for each other much, but with the tenderness filled in their eyes, their soft-spoken words and uncontrollable schoolgirl giggling, they both almost telepathically were on the exact same page. Unfortunately for Fiona, she kept up her end of the feelings and it seemed Imogen had just played the poor socialite.
Fiona was more upset, however, that Imogen spent the whole day acting strange. Forget all the stressful planning Fiona had gone through to impress this girl, forget the damned kiss. Imogen and Fiona had formed an intense friendship: one of those friendships where you randomly call each other up, hug affectionately, kiss anywhere on the face tenderly. They were best friends for crying out loud. At least that's what Fiona thought. Forget about dating, the special bond mattered a thousand times more to her.
Fiona snapped back into the harsh reality of it all as the bell went off. The kids disassembled as they went their own ways to their classrooms, Imogen's ranting words burning fresh into their minds.
As everyone broke away from the pair, giving them enough breathing room and now having no one focusing on their conversation, Imogen gently reached out to Fiona only to be rejected as Fiona jerked back, backing up a few extra steps from the piggy-tail haired girl.
"Fions, I'm sorry. I didn't…I don't…I mean…you know how it is." Imogen pathetically tried explaining. "I don't know what to do."
"You ruined everything, there's nothing left to do," Fiona spat angrily.
"This is hard for me," an ashamed Imogen admitted. "I don't want everything we've built to go to waste but I'm not sure-"
"Save it." Fiona choked out, feeling more humiliated than ever. She clenched her teeth as her eyes welled up with tears in hopes of holding them in. She inhaled sharply, looking down for a moment only to soon lift her eyes onto Imogen's and stepped forward a bit more so she could speak a little more privately. "I know I've messed up with you by being cruddy to you the beginning of this year, but remind me again who led the mission of out casting me from grade eleven drama until I became director? Who got the carnival, Frostival, whatever you want to call it, of their dreams even when the going got tough? Who had someone sell countless glamorous fashion items to pay for the stupid thing when the provider's trust fund froze up? Yeah, you. I spoiled you, and sure maybe I should have taken a different approach to more simply show my feelings for you, but regardless it would have ended this way, wouldn't it?"
As Imogen opened her mouth to speak, Fiona held up her hand and continued on. "Monetarily, I definitely did spoil you. Over eleven grand of my own money was spent on that cheap-looking monstrosity. Emotionally? I made my mistakes there too. I did everything, even if it risked me looking like a fool, to make you smile."
A few tears slipped out from her bottom lids and burned her face as they ran down. Imogen sighed softly, shaking her head as her heart broke seeing Fiona on the verge of flooding the halls with her tears. "Fi, it's not that I don't appreciate-"
"Stop. Just shut the hell up." Fiona coldly interrupted, straightening out her posture (frankly which frightened Imogen, making her feel like Fiona had grown to the size of the Hulk). "You know what. I don't care. I do not care anymore. I'm better than this. I'm so much better now. I was a drama queen, yeah - I was an alcoholic who relapsed and was sent to rehab several times, sure. And I've had horrible relationships whether it meant dating a foreign guy that was more like a pen pal, or being used by a gay guy to hide who he really was, or maybe be a young, fresh rebound for a broke artistic girl. It doesn't matter. They hardly led me on and wasted my time. Not like you. At least now I know where we stand. I'll move on, you move on as well and we won't give each other a second glance in class or if we pass each other in the halls. I'm done. I'm tired of being so unhappy and treated so unfairly. Find someone else who will go out of their way like myself; find someone else's heart to toy with. This…this is over. Congratulations Miss Moreno. You're a seemingly normal straight girl. Emphasis on seemingly."
Fiona glared softly at Imogen, walking straight into her and bumped their shoulders together as she walked away to her next class. As Fiona disappeared down the hall, Imogen began breathing as if she were hyperventilating. She slid her hand over her mouth, pressed her back against the lockers, slamming her head back against them and slowly slid down onto the floor, her leg extending out in front of herself. She let her other leg remain bent, resting her arm onto her knee and buried her face into the crook of her elbow, sobbing uncontrollably.
