Chapter 3


The next day, Becky stood in the parking lot of the school, watching as Drew unloaded Adam's wheelchair onto the ground, before he stepped his stepbrother climb into it.

"I have to go now. The student council is holding a quick meeting right before school starts." A protective, worried look passed through the elder Torres brother's eyes, and Becky could tell that he didn't want to leave Adam. "Do you think you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine." Though Adam's voice overall held a tone of comfort, she could also hear the impatience in it. With Becky, Drew, and his parents all put together, she supposed he probably has had to say those three words a lot lately. "Seriously, don't worry about it Drew. Besides, I'll be in good hands."

At this, he and Becky exchanged smiles, and Drew rolled his eyes, but did seem to look a bit more reassured.

"Alright." Drew turned the angle of the wheelchair slightly, handing it over to her. "He's all yours, Becky."

She nodded and then he wordlessly walked off, not looking back at them again.

She was frustrated that she couldn't read any sort of emotion off of him. Though Drew had been acting more and more civil towards her now that Adam was out of the hospital and on the road to recovery, it was still hard to tell how exactly he felt about her, or whether or not he still held her responsible for the car accident.

She supposed she would have to try to talk about that with him later.

"What's your first class?" She asked casually, as she began to wheel Adam into the school building.

As they walked, the people they passed did occasionally give them a few glances, an innocent enough reaction from people who see someone in a wheelchair walking by, but the tension in the air was still thick.

Becky was surprised that so far, no one had approached them, with how loved Adam normally was.

But she figured that it might be because she was there, fully aware that most of Adam's friends didn't like her much. Most of the time, she tried not to let it bother her but there were times where the thought of it stung.

After a few moments of letting those thoughts run through her mind, Becky shook her head, and mentally chided herself. Now was not the time to worry about that. Right now, she had to focus on Adam.

"Room 122, for English," Adam answered, peering down at his schedule. In fact, his eyes had been glued to his schedule since the moment they had entered the building, and she had a sinking suspicion that he was doing it to avoid having to see people stare at him.

Adam was a fighter through and through. It was one of the things that first drew her to him. Maybe he was acting this way because he didn't like to have people see him hurt and vulnerable. The thought saddened her.

"I have room 115, for English," Becky replied glumly, disappointed that they didn't have the same class.

However, she instantly brightened a bit when she caught sight of his schedule from over his shoulder. "But we do have second and third periods together!"

Two classes with Adam. The schedule wasn't bad at all so far.

They came to a stop once reaching Adam's first class and Becky walked around to stand in front of him, leaning down to give him a peck on the lips before they went their separate ways.

"I'll see you next class," she murmured, adjusting her bag to more comfortably carry it on her shoulder.

"Looking forward to it," he replied with a smile, pausing for a brief few seconds before continuing. "I love you."

She loved the fact that they could say it so comfortably to each other now. It was about time. It was true, after all, and they should never be uncomfortable speaking the truth.

"I love you too," she replied simply. Despite knowing that it wouldn't exactly be fitting due to the fact that they were standing in front of a classroom, she felt the urge to kiss him again before she left…and this time an actual kiss, not just a peck.

However, before she could act out on that desire, a voice sounded from behind them.

"Adam!"

Clare Edwards practically launched herself towards Adam, wrapping him in a tight hug, despite the awkward position caused by the wheelchair.

Becky silently observed the scene, suddenly feeling a bit like an outsider. Clare was one of Adam's very best friends, and it clearly showed in the scene playing out in front of her.

The way they clutched at each other conveyed how much they had been through over the summer…with Adam in a wheelchair, and Clare's hair cropped extremely short, a sure indication that she was currently in remission from her cancer.

Feeling more and more like an intruder as the seconds went by, Becky awkwardly turned on her heel. "I'll see you in the next class, Adam."

She walked off without another word, not giving him a chance to respond.

It wasn't that she didn't like Clare. No, out of all of Adam's friends, Clare was probably the one she was most likely to get along with. It was just that being around Adam's friends made her feel so out of place and sometimes, even uncomfortable. She knew they didn't like her.

Her somewhat sad mood was instantly lifted, however, when she saw Jenna sitting near the back of the class after walking through the doorway of room 115, her first class. She may not have Adam in it, but at least she wouldn't be alone.

"Jenna!" Becky chirped happily as she sat down in the seat to Jenna's left. "I feel like it's been forever."

The other blonde jumped a bit in surprise at the cheery, sudden greeting, but smiled well naturedly once she realized who it was.

"We saw each other last week, Becky."

Becky's smile never ceased. "I know, but it feels like much a much longer time ago."

So much had happened in the last month, but now, everything was fine. Adam was out of the hospital and making a slow but steady recovery, their relationship, for the most part, was strong again, and now school had started, with graduation on the horizon. Everything was okay again…great even.

Now a bit giddy at thinking about her and Adam's relationship, Becky opened her mouth to cheerfully ask Jenna about how she and Connor were doing, when the sight of someone else walking into the classroom made her freeze.

Imogen Moreno.

As she entered the room, their eyes met briefly for a few seconds, before Becky shot her a venomous look and glanced away.

Becky had known she would most likely have to deal with Imogen at some point. They did go to the same school, after all, and Adam would probably want to try to still be friends with her.

But she hadn't even thought about what she was going to do if they shared a class, especially if Adam wasn't in the class along with her.

Jenna craned her head to the side, her expression casual as she watched the scene in front of her. "You can't avoid Imogen forever, you know."

Becky shook her head, before opening her bag and beginning to shuffle through it for paper and a pencil. "She kissed my boyfriend, Jenna. I can't just forget about that."

"But you forgave Adam didn't you?"

The question made Becky freeze. Yes, she had forgiven Adam…for the most part anyway. But there were still times when she thought about the very idea of him and Imogen kissing, and it made her want to get angry all over again. She loved Adam far too much to throw away everything that they have together, but she had a sad feeling that it was still going to be a little while before she was going to be able to completely move past the whole ordeal.

"That's different," she replied with a huff, laying her school supplies across her desk. "Adam admitted to it and apologized."

"How is Imogen going to apologize if you never give her a chance?"

Before Becky could reply, their teacher walked into the classroom just as the bell rang, signaling the start of class.


Despite the fact that what Jenna had said rang at least a little true, Becky avoided Imogen for the rest of the day.

It wasn't that she was afraid confronting her. She just had absolutely nothing to say to her other than words of disdain. It would be best if they just kept their distance from each other. They've never been friends anyway.

Getting lost in her thoughts, she sighed softly, absentmindedly playing with Adam's hair as they sat together at one of the cafeteria tables together, the food in front of them currently being ignored.

"We really need to do something about this hair," she teased lightly, ceasing her play time with it to lean in and kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck like she always did.

Once they parted, they remained close together, their faces only a few inches apart.

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing at all. I just like it better shorter," she replied, sneakily taking off the hat on his head as to better gain access to it. "You should cut it in the same style you had when we first met. That one made you look so handsome."

Adam feigned a playful pout. "You mean I'm not handsome to you all of the time?"

Becky giggled. "Oh you know what I mean." She leaned in to kiss him again, only to freeze right before her lips met his, her eyes glued to the sight she saw behind Adam's shoulder.

"Something wrong?" He asked, his tone conveying confusion towards her sudden pause.

"Imogen," she whispered back, trying to not let her voice sound tense, but failing miserably.

Adam frowned lightly and turned to look in the direction her gaze was on, and sure enough, spotted Imogen only a short distance away from them, sitting at a table alone.

He sighed. "I have to go talk to her."

Impulsively and without thinking, Becky gripped at his arm just as he was about to wheel himself to where Imogen was sitting.

"Adam…."

"I just need to tell her I'm sorry," he said earnestly, holding her hand. "Please Becks?"

Becky could see the pain clearly in his blue eyes and it once again hit her just how guilty he still felt for the whole ordeal that took place right before his car crash.

And she knew at that moment that she had to let him go talk to Imogen.

"Okay," she finally conceded softly. "Do you need any help?"

He shook his head stubbornly. "No thanks. I'm fine."

For a few seconds, she considered arguing with him on that, but in the end, deciding that babying him even more might make him feel worse about himself.

Becky nodded, grabbing her bag. "I have a form I have to turn in to the front office for the theatre department anyway. I'll meet you back at the lunch table?"

Adam nodded in agreement and she quickly leaned down to kiss him on the cheek before they went their separate ways.

After they parted, she reluctantly began to walk in the direction that led to the main office, glancing at the image of Adam approaching Imogen one last time before leaving the cafeteria.

She knew that she had to eventually swallow all of the insecurities she was currently feeling if she and Adam were going to work. She had to prove that she completely trusted him, despite his mistake.

Insecurities from both sides hadn't done them any good in the recent past.

Leaving the cafeteria, Becky forced herself to try to think about anything other then what Imogen might be saying to Adam as she continued to trudge down the hallway.

"Becky?"

The blonde stopped in mid walk at the sound of the familiar voice saying her name and turned to see where it came from.

It was Drew.

"Oh hi Drew," she replied a bit awkwardly. It was the first time since she gone to the hospital to see Adam after finding out he was finally awake that she and Drew had been alone together, and it seemed strange to her that he would suddenly decide to approach her now. "Anything I can do for you?"

She figured he was going to ask her something about Adam. After all, his job as the student body president has been no doubt keeping him busy being that it was the first day of school, so he probably hadn't had much time to see him.

But his next words surprised her.

"Becky, about what happened…I was wrong. It wasn't your fault."

That hadn't been what she had expected to hear from him at all.

"Drew…."

"Let me finish," he murmured, closing his eyes for a few seconds as if to find the right words to say. "I shouldn't have blamed you. And I think Adam would be pretty mad at me if he ever found out about the way I treated the girl he loves while he was unconscious."

Becky couldn't help but feel a small rush of happiness at the words "girl he loves". Did Adam talk about her a lot to Drew?

"It's okay. I think it would be best if we both just moved past it…for Adam."

Drew nodded his head in agreement and then turned on his heel to leave, but not before pausing in his tracks to say one last thing.

"I uh….I'm glad you two are still together, by the way," he said a bit too quickly and awkwardly. "You're good for him."

Becky smiled warmly. "Thank you. I'm glad we are too."

Drew nodded once more before finally leaving to go into the cafeteria, leaving Becky once again alone in the hallway.

Smiling happily to herself, she turned back to the direction she was originally heading to continue her walk to the office.

Things were getting better every day.


"Where are you going?"

Becky paused in the middle of her light packing of her shoulder bag, turning to face Luke, who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom.

Her conversations with Luke had improved since they had all gotten back from Florida. He still didn't exactly like the idea of Becky and Adam's relationship, but unlike their parents, he had grown to eventually semi-accept it and tries not to get bothered with it. After witnessing Becky's reaction towards Adam's accident, he had finally learned that Adam was a person that his sister would not easily let go of.

Even so, she still found herself feeling a bit nervous about telling him where she was going.

"I'm going to go visit the Torres house," she replied flatly, nearing the doorway. "I should be home before daddy gets here, but if not, just tell him that…."

"Becks, you've been spending every day there for the last week. Don't you think you should stay home today?"

Becky paused. She had known that she had been going over to Adam's house a lot lately, but she hadn't realized it had been every day.

But it still wasn't enough to make her not want to go.

"I'll be home before dinner this time," she reassured, knowing how important family dinners were to both of their parents. "I just want to visit for a couple of hours."

Luke still looked unconvinced. "I just think you're spending too much of your life over there. You know you don't owe them anything, right?"

Becky narrowed her eyes at that, picking up the meaning of his words. She had once talked to Luke about how she partly blamed herself for what happened to Adam after finding out that he had been in the middle of replying to one of her texts right before he crashed. And now he was obviously implying that she still felt guilty, and that it was the reason towards her constant visits to Adam's house.

But that wasn't true at all. The truth was, though she loved her family dearly, the Torres house had begun to feel like…a second home to her.

At the Torres house, she and Adam could completely be themselves without being judged. Everyone in Adam's family now approved of their relationship, and the house was a comfortable and warm setting, which is something that she couldn't say about her own family. At least not yet.

"I know I don't owe them anything," she snapped a bit impatiently than she intended. "I go over there because I want to." And without another word, she fled the room.


An hour later, Becky found herself lounging again in the basement of the Torres house, her head relaxing on Adam's shoulder as the Disney movie, Peter Pan played on the TV screen in front of them.

"I don't know how I always somehow manage to get you to watch Disney," she said with a small laugh, placing her hand in his.

And it was true. Every single time they decided to watch a movie, it seemed, Adam always easily caved when Becky suggested a Disney movie. With the way they debate over which radio station to listen to in the car, she had assumed that it would be the same for choosing which movies to watch.

Adam shrugged, a playful grin suddenly appearing on his lips. "I like watching Disney movies with you. You always sing along to the songs, and it's adorable."

She blushed. "You could always sing along with me, you know."

"I can't sing like you. I'd probably do permanent damage to your ears."

He then leaned to kiss her, and she of course kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

But the contact ended much sooner than she would have preferred it to.

Adam pulled away, a mildly concerned glint in his eyes. "Is something wrong?"

He must have noticed the stiff aura radiating off of her. She never could really hide anything from him. He knew her too well.

There were a few things wrong. What Luke had said to her before she left the house still had her blood boiling, but then there was also the fact that everything in her wanted to ask Adam about what was said during his conversation with Imogen. By the time they had reunited at their lunch table, they only had a few minutes of lunch time left and they hadn't gotten a chance to talk about it.

The problem was that she didn't know how to ask him about it without sounding like she didn't trust him.

"Nothing," she answered. "I just…I had a small fight with Luke right before I left the house. That's all." Which was at least half of the truth.

"Was it about me again?"

"No, no. Well…not really. He just thinks I've been spending too much time here." She smiled reassuringly at him before placing her head against his shoulder again. "But I don't agree with him. I like being here. With you."

She felt his hand beginning to weave its way through her long hair and she sighed in content.

"Well that's good, because I really like having you here."

She blushed and smiled when he kissed the top of her head, and they both wrapped their arms back around each other as they returned their attention back to the movie.

Becky was able to sit through about twenty more minutes of the movie before she spoke again, feeling like she was going to burst if she didn't get the question off of her chest.

"So how did your conversation with Imogen go earlier today?"

She had hoped that her question sounded casual and merely curious, but she had a terrible feeling that it hadn't.

Her suspicion was confirmed when Adam sighed. "I knew there was something else wrong."

"There isn't anything wrong. I just…I'm curious."

She could tell that he didn't buy it, but to her relief, he let the subject drop, forcing a small smile as he answered her question.

"Nothing really big happened. Imogen…she was nice about the whole thing; probably nicer than I deserved. And we both agreed to still be friends."

Becky, though she saw that coming, cringed inwardly at the idea of Adam and Imogen hanging around each other for long periods of time, but she kept her thoughts on that to herself. She knew that Adam loved her and wouldn't ever make a move on Imogen again. She was going to have to just accept the fact that they were still going to be friends.

She let out a large exhale of breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding after he finished answering the question. "Okay."

Adam arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Of course….I trust you, Adam."

He smiled at her words, before going back to holding her, occasionally running a hand through her hair. "You have nothing to worry about. You know that right?"

"Yes."

And this time, Becky smiled to herself at the realization that she fully meant that answer.

However, that smile quickly dimmed a fraction when she glanced up at the clock and saw the time. "I should probably go home."

Adam's face also faltered in slight disappointment. "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

Becky sighed as she stood up and grabbed her bag. "I'd love to, but I promised Luke that I would be home for dinner tonight. And I know that even though they haven't said anything yet, it's also bothering my parents that I eat dinner here instead of there so often lately."

"Alright." Adam sighed dramatically and untangled his arms from around her. "It looks like I have to finally let you go then."

She giggled and kissed his cheek. "Don't pout. You'll see me tomorrow."

"And I'll be counting the minutes."

Becky smiled at him once last time, and then after promising to call him before she went to bed that night, she was off, praying that Luke hadn't told her parents anything about their small confrontation a few hours prior, and that there wouldn't be a lecture waiting for her at home.


A/N: Next update will be…hmmm…I haven't decided yet XD So I guess that will be a surprise. Once again, suggestions or always welcomed, since I have only minimum ideas stored up in my head. Also, thank you to everyone who has commented so far :)