Chapter 2
Fiona's P.O.V
I took a sip from my almond milk latte before opening the door to go outside The Dot. Making my way to Degrassi, I felt a vibration in my pocket. I wonder who is texting me so early in the morning? I thought it could be my mom or Declan, but most likely it was Holly J telling me to meet her before school started. Since now we didn't see each other after class because of her job and student council, she had me meet her in the computer lab to discuss things that had gone on the day before to see how I was holding up.
I took out my phone and saw it wasn't Holly J. It was Adam. What did he want? He was incredibly rude to me yesterday and according to Drew, was jealous of me spending time with Drew. I still didn't know how he was jealous, but still wanted me to give his brother a second chance. It seemed weird, but I knew he had a good reason, even though his actions were still uncalled for.
I clicked the view button on my phone and saw the text he had written me. It was long and not just one text.
Message 1/3:"Fiona, I wanted to say I'm sorry for the fight we had yesterday. It was uncalled for. A prince should never try to intimidate and belittle someone as compa…
Message 2/3: …ssionate, charismatic, beautiful and divine a person such as you. I will stop nothing to try and win your affection back and for you to see who I really am.
Message 3/3: -Adam (I have not earned the right to be called prince yet.)
Wow! Even the way he texted seem like he had put all his feelings into it. It was not just another text. It was Adam, in his own way, apologizing for something as minimal as a little fight between friends. Friends…I mean that's all we were to each other right?...Was I just a friend to Adam? It seemed clear that if he was jealous, it meant he liked me, but did I like him as more than a friend? I felt myself being drawn to him for the last couple of days, but did I want him as a friend or as something more?
That questioned stayed in my mind the whole way towards my locker and still no answer. I threw away my empty coffee cup in the trash and looked up at my locker. There, Adam stood with his notebook in one hand and a rolled up sketch paper on the other hand. He seemed so sad as he looked at the floor. As I walked up, he stiffened a bit and looked sort of pale.
"Hi" I said, not in my sweet voice, but in a more firm yet not too firm of a tone
"Hhhi" he replied, nervously. I tried my best to not to laugh or smile but I could not help it. After all, he always seemed to bring that out in me.
"I'm so sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to upset you some much yesterday" he continued as he interrupted my thoughts. I took a minute and started to just stare at him. Not saying a word, just trying to see how a guy like Adam, who I would not have given the time of day last year, had become so important to me.
"Well I do hope you accept my apology one day" he added and started to walk away from me. I grabbed his arm and he turned slightly back to face me.
"I do accept your apology Adam, just in one condition" I said as I released my grip on his arm.
"Anything, princess..I mean..Fiona." he said, turning all the way to face me.
"That you go back to being my prince" I said, smiling so that he could see I was no longer anger at him.
To my surprise, he leaned in and gave me a peck on my cheek. I blushed as he retracted and he replied "Sure, Princess Fiona". I laughed and we walked side by side towards our art class. Ms. Raney was just about to get started when we came in. I looked around and saw two empty stoops next to each other in the back table. I nudged at him and he nodded in response. We sat down and took out our art book and turned to the page indicated on the board.
A few minutes in and Ms. Raney had us separating into groups of two and was giving out different assignments. I had not really listened so I really didn't care about what assignment I got, as long as Adam was with me….. I mean he was my partner on the assignment. As I leaned to my left to tell Adam to be my partner, I found him looking at the unrolled sketch paper and smiling. I leaned in to take a closer look and saw it seemed like a drawing of a super hero. I looked closer. It seemed more like a woman than a man. Then he turned to me with a surprised look on his face. He started to roll the sketch back up when I touched his hand. He stopped. I grabbed a hold of the drawing and unrolled it again.
I was shocked. He had, in his own sweet way, made me into a superhero. I studied the drawing. She looked amazing. She had knee high heel boots with a nice black short skirt with a pink lining. The color combo continued on the shirt which had a small cape around the neck line. She had a black mask on and a symbol that resembled the superman S in the middle of her chest that had the initial F.C on it... Gee I wonder who that could be, raising an eyebrow.
Now I saw how Adam viewed me. Not as the crazy Coyne who had drinking issues, but someone who inspired him. The same way was how I viewed him and how I felt for him and more.
"Adam it's wonderful! Is it for me?" I said, knowing the answer.
"Of course princess, but wait. Its missing something." He replied as he leaned over to me and reached for the bottom of the drawing with a pen in his hand. He stopped writing and I looked at what he had signed.
To my one and only princess, Adam Torres.
I blushed and I knew right there and then that I had come to a decision. I liked Adam, not just as a friends or someone to talk to, but as someone who I could see myself have a relationship with. Now seeing the way he saw me, I knew he liked me too. Now the hard part was saying it out loud to each other. To my surprise he broke the silence…
End of chapter 2
