Her alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. She reached over to hit the snooze button and the beeping stopped. She just lay there for a few minutes, but eventually she sat up and stretched. A quiet yawn escaped her lips and she swung her feet over the bed. She rubbed her eyes as her feet slid into designer slippers waiting at the foot of her bed. She pushed her body up and dragged her feet into the kitchen. When she opened the fridge, cold air rushed out at her. She reached in and pulled out the almost empty orange juice.
Better than champagne, she thought to herself as she poured herself a glass. After putting the juice back, Fiona made her way back to her bed room. She put her now empty glass on her dresser and made her way to her bathroom.
She took a quick shower. Then she styled her hair perfectly because she didn't want to look like a mess on her first day back at school after rehab. After applying her makeup, Fiona walked back to her bedroom and immediately went into her walk-in closet. She sighed, knowing that she didn't really have any choice of what to wear today.
Stupid crackdown, she thought as she got dressed in her blue polo and oh-so-fashionable khaki skirt. But, at least Fiona knew how to accessorize. With her blue bow tie in her hair and her student identification card around her neck, Fiona left her condo for the awaiting taxi outside.
The ride to school was short, maybe 15 minutes. The whole time Fiona sat and thought about him. She still had a few questions for him, but was so glad they reconnected. Still, she couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't wanted to be 'together.' Well, they weren't official, but they wouldn't be with anyone else. Not that there were too many people lined up to be with him.
Oh my god, did I just think that? But Fiona knew she was right. Hell, it was something he himself had told her that night of their first kiss.
The taxi stopped in front of Degrassi and Fiona stepped out. Normally, she'd go straight to her locker and then to meet Holly J at her locker and then head to class. Today, however, Fiona immediately caught site of the boy she couldn't stop thinking about leaning against his locker.
Adam was talking to Drew, who just so happened to have the locker next to his. It was no accident. Mr. Simpson had made sure Drew's locker was by Adam's to keep Adam 'safe.' Adam and Drew were in some debate about something because Adam just looked frustrated as Drew animatedly talked as he threw his hands everywhere. Fiona smiled at the boys together.
She watched Adam crack a smile at something Drew said and then start laughing. Drew looked mad and walked away, leaving Adam by himself in a laughing fit. Fiona took this chance to make her way towards him. He must've heard her heels against hitting the floor because he looked up just in time to see her stop next to him.
"Morning, Princess," Adam said still smiling. He pushed his body off his locker and was standing tall in front of Fiona.
"Good morning, Adam," Fiona gave him a small smile. They locked eyes as Adam opened his mouth to speak.
"Can I walk you to your locker?" Fiona just nodded her head. She was slightly surprised that he didn't offer his hand for her to hold, but then quickly realized that they weren't together…yet. But he had done so much for her that she figured she could take their relationship slow for him. "How was your day yesterday? I was going to text you, but I woke up really early and didn't want to wake you," Adam said as they walked side by side.
Fiona flashed Adam a smile as they stopped at her locker. He leaned his shoulder against the next locker and watched her intently as she opened her locker. "Holly J and I went shopping," Fiona spoke without looking at Adam. "She asked about you." Fiona stopped what she was doing and turned to face him.
Adam started to laugh. He saw Fiona's quizzical face and explained. "I was at the Dot with Sav and he grilled me about Saturday night after he and Holly J left the party. You would think that the pair only needed one set of answers and they'd share with the other."
It was Fiona's turn to laugh. "You obviously don't know Holly J like I do. She needs more than one source. Let's just hope our answers match."
"Yeah," Adam responded carefully. Fiona knew there was something on his mind, but didn't press it. The bell rang and Fiona shut her locker. They said a quick goodbye and Adam brushed past her on his way to first period.
Fiona walked into her class just as the bell finished ringing. Holly J was already sitting there. "Held up by Mr. Torres?" she asked.
"Very funny, Holly J," Fiona took her assigned seat right next to her best friend. "But, yes. We were talking about you and Sav interrogating us separately yesterday." Fiona glared at Holly J who threw her hands up in defeat.
"I didn't know Sav was going to talk to Adam. You can't blame me," Holly J said and Fiona's playful glare softened.
Math was not Fiona's strong suit. Hell, no subject was. Luckily, the period went by fast and so did the next few. Soon, it was time for art. Fiona took her seat at the back table. Adam wasn't here yet, but she was excited to see him.
Fiona opened her sketch book and looked over her drawings from when she was in rehab. Drawing was her 'creative outlet' for expression. The early ones held the anger she had towards her family, Holly J, and Adam. But then they turned into softer, gentler drawings. She came across one and just looked at it.
It was her holding hands with someone, but that person was cut off. She had never finished it. She flipped the page to the next one. The next paper looked like a 12 year old girl's notebook when she had a crush. The page was covered with Adam Torres and hearts with his name and hers.
"Someone was thinking of me," Fiona jumped at Adam's voice. He just laughed a little. She glared at him and he immediately stopped. "Sorry, Fi." Adam sat down next to her. "I like that page," he pointed towards her open sketch pad.
"Take it," Fiona ripped it out and gave it to Adam. He took it and smiled broadly.
"Wow, Fi. Thanks a lot," he faced her and looked into her eyes. "I'll keep it forever." And he meant it.
Fiona gave him a genuine smile and scooted closer to him. Their shoulders were touching and the electricity between the two was crazy.
Finally, back on track, Fiona thought.
Adam, however, had a different thought. And it was eating him from the inside out. Now's not the time to bring it up; she's so happy, Adam knew he'd have to bring it up eventually. And he would…eventually.