Ok, so much to my dismay my TV's are both broken. Fantastic. So watching Degrassi is much more complicated, I have to walk until morning to see it online, possibly later that evening. So I don't see previews, so I am going to try and go off of what I have. Chapter Ten!
(Several hours later, like ten)
MY TV IS FIXED. Little brothers are good, sometimes, right? A certain reviewer made me want to update, like now. Along with the nudge the episode gave me.
I continue to try and reach out and talk to Adam, for the next four days. Eventually, I decide to take things more into my hands by calling his house. Drew answers.
"Hello," he mutters questioningly into the phone.
"Drew it's Eli, Adam there?"
"Yeah, here, I'll call him," he starts, but I stop him before he calls Adam's name out into their house.
"Wait, don't tell him it's me, he won't come." I say seriously, mildly pained.
"Uh oh," he trails off. I hear him call Adam's name loudly, then a few seconds later he yells the single word, "phone". I faintly hear Adam ask who it is and Drew let out and "I dunno."
"Hello," he sounds almost annoyed.
"Adam, I've been trying to call you, Clare too." I hardly get out before a dial tone takes over the call. I groan inwardly, frustrated with him. Now, at least, I know he is at his house. I get shoes on and walk to Morty, I make my trip to Adam's house a short one, giving him as little time as possible to get out of there. I see him walking down the street once I turn onto his. I slow down rolling my window down, in the process.
"Adam, come on." I start off with an agitated tone. I unlock the passengers side door, pulling the handle opening it. "Get in," I say hopefully.
"Uh-no," he says pushing it shut. I carefully drive while focusing most my attention on Adam. I sigh heavily.
"Please, Adam. Its been like a month and you hardly will talk to me, look Clare-free, just us." he gives in and climbs in on my right.
"Talk quickly, I live just down the street," he indicates I have until we reach his house. I sigh and mentally think of what I will say.
"Adam, you are my best friend, this is ridiculous and I want you to be my friend," I plead sounding obnoxiously hopeless and whiney.
"Well you can't always be hanging out with Clare. 'Bro's before Ho's", even though Clare is far from a Ho, you know what I mean." he puts up air quotes around his little saying.
"I know, Adam, sorry I ditched you that day, I had stuff to do, I wasn't with Clare. I couldn't tell you what kind of stuff because Clare's mom dropped her off while we were on the phone, I had to shop and set things up, I should have brought you." I pause, taking a breath. "And I didn't mean to call you a girl, it was meant in another way. Like I would say to another guy."
'I'm not a girl." he says suddenly irritated, He unlocks his door opening the door jumping out.
"Adam!" I yell as he takes off running. I speed up from my ten miles an hour to about fifty. He runs inside. I pull in his driveway, and go to his door. I knock a few times. Drew answers.
"Not asking, go," he jerks a thumb towards the stairs, I take off running and bang on his door.
"Adam, let me in, Adam!" I yell.
"No, I'm not a girl!" he screams, I can hear him hitting something. I try the door, locked.
"I didn't say you were," I say defending myself, honestly. Something hit's the ground and he pulls the door open, hard. Shoving past me he pulls his phone out. He picks someone from his contacts and puts the phone to his ear.
"Fitz, want to hang?" an amused look plays on his face, it's a twisted amusement that makes me nervous.
"Sounds good, see you there." he ends the call and puts the phone back into his baggy jeans. He walks past me not paying an ounce of attention to me.
"Adam, what are you doing?" I turn to follow him, he gets into Morty, he stares at me so I get in and start my hearse.
"Dot," he says quickly and I drive in that direction, I pull my phone out and text Clare, while driving.
Meet me at The Dot, quickly, please.
I put the phone in the side pocket on the car door. I search for a diversion, a way to stall going to The Dot, so Clare could get there first.
"Shit," I mutter in a fake pissed voice. Adam's head snaps to look at me. "I need to stop quick for gas, real quick, sorry," I feign being apologetic.
"Ugh," he groans. "I'll just walk from there."
"Adam, it will be faster to let me get gas and then drive you," I respond quickly. He nods and I pull into a Gas-It. I turn the key, pausing to look at my phone once more.
On my way, explain there?
I'm sure you will understand once you are there.
I type back, putting my keys in my pocket. I open my door, and jump out, I walk at a fair not rushed pace.
"Forty on pump three," I hand two twenties to the cashier, he opens the drawer to put the money in and I go back to Morty. I fill my tank, and get back in.
"Let's go," he says roughly. I turn the key in the ignition, and pull back onto the street.
"What is going on, Adam." I sternly say.
"Drive," I do, until I see Clare walking in, I sigh in relief. I park, and he gets out meeting Fitz at a metal outdoor table. I can see Clare's eyes grow when she sees us, Adam doesn't sit. I walk up to him.
"Get up," Adam pushes the chair he is standing behind into the table causing a clatter. It causes head to turn.
"Adam, you don't want to do this," I reason, or at least try. I still see Clare watching from the window, her face looked like she was trying to think of what to do.
"Get up," Adam repeats once more. Fitz stands up and walks over to Adam, Adam shoves him, hard, for a biological girl.
"Can't hit a girl," he looks right at Adam. Adam throws a punch right into Fitz's center, he hunches over looking right at me.
"Shit," I cuss under my breath. I feel a hard punch square on the mouth, next thing I know, I am face down, luckily me reflexes let my hands catch me. I put a hand to my lip, busted, again. I turn quickly to watch my back, and see Clare at the counter talking to Peter. I look back to see Fitz on his knees still hunched over.
Peter rushes out the door, he looks like he could laugh seeing Fitz crumpled on the ground, and my lip busted open, me also on the ground. He approaches us.
"Guys you can't do this here, or I am going to have to call the cops. You come in," he point to me. Then turns his attention to Fitz, "Get out of here," he walks away, heading towards the door. I give Adam a look, and touch my lip again It stings, and is still bleeding. I can feel blood dripping off my chin onto my black long-sleeve shirt, hopefully not onto my leather vest.
I stand up and pull my vest off, with my left hand, that isn't covered in blood. I go inside and Clare rushes to me. She almost hugs me but steps back.
"Sorry," she looks down at her clothes. I lick my lip trying to measure how bad the cut is, wincing at the sting of pain. Peter hands me a white washcloth.
"Clean yourself up, then throw it out." He says, the wash cloth is damp with warm water. I wipe off my chin, and notice people staring.
"I'm going to wash up in the bathroom, so I can see myself. Clare looks at Peter.
"Go on little Edwards," he says smiling. She walks to the washroom with me. I shut the door and take a look at myself. I am a mess.
"What happened?" she questions taking the washcloth from my hand, she gently washes the blood around the my mouth.
"I don't even know, honestly. I went to Adam's house after I called there and he hung up on me. He tried to leave but I drove so I caught up with him we started to talk things out, I apologized. Then explained my 'Quit acting like a girl' comment. Then he jumped out of Morty and ran into his house, I followed, he threw some sort of tantrum in his room and locked me out. He came out of his room, called Fitz saying to meet him here. He had a look on his face that's why I texted you. I stalled on our way here by getting gas, then we got here and he started messing with Fitz.' I say all in one breath, I inhale deeply.
"Wow," Clare says, leaving her lips parted after saying it. She hands me the washcloth after rinsing some of the blood out. "Here, wipe your lip, I don't want to hurt you. I do as she says.
"He got me pretty good, huh?" I ask trying to make light of the situation. I fold my lip over to look at it inside. Along the inside there is a deep cut, from my bottom teeth.
"Ouch," she looks at it. I peel my shirt off and start to clean the blood off my chest, there isn't much but enough to cause my shirt to stick.
"It just looks bad," I look at her, she is worried, I can tell.
"It's still bleeding," she points out. I frown, and finish clearing my chest and throat of drying blood. I wipe my lip once more and watch as fresh blood pools in between the slit. I lick it off and taste the metallic twinge to it. I run my tongue along the cut inside and feel warms blood still flowing slowly. I look at my shirt and decide not to put it back on. I put my arms through the holes in my vest and wash my hands. Clare looks at me, a smile playing at her lips. I pull her into a hug, now that the blood was washed away.
"I think I need a glass of water," I slide my tongue along the inside again. We go back to the counter and I am careful not to let my shirt touch anything.
"Could I get some water?" I ask Peter, who Clare previously explained to me as one of her older sisters ex's.
"Yeah, how bad is the lip?" he asks seemingly concerned. I shrug my shoulder sipping the ice cold water.
"It looks pretty bad," Clare states, and Peter smirks at her. He rolls his eyes.
"It's a guy thing," he chuckles. "There is a difference between feel, and look."
"See," I look at Clare giving her a smirk, she glares at me, jokingly before smacking my on the upper arm. She sees something when she faces me, because her face changes. "What?"
"Adam, he looks upset," she says pointing out to the table where Fitz had been sitting previously. I finish the water, which stopped the bleeding, inside my mouth. My lip was still bleeding, just barely.
"Can I get another glass, just to clean up the blood outside, I know a left some." he takes my cup and goes into the back.
"I'm sorry, I know you hate this stuff." I turn my attention on Clare. She looks over at me and smiles, but its fake.
"I know, but it wasn't your choice," she shakes her head slightly. "I have to go, though, I have to do all my homework still," she goes to kiss me, then turns her head kissing my cheek, instead. "I'll walk, you have some other stuff to take care of." she kisses my cheek once more, saying "I love you." into my ear.
"I love you too," I say meaning it one hundred percent. Peter slide a to go cup full of water to me and hands me a plastic bag.
"For your shirt," he says. I say thank you picking up the warm cup, and head outside. I pop the lid off and slowly pour water over the tiny puddle of drying blood on the concrete ground, it washes away well, just a faint outline is visible around where it was. I put the lid on the cup and sit down across from Adam.
He avoids looking at me so I stare, he continues to look at his phone, which he spins on the table, I seriously think about taking his phone from him, but decide against it. He starts to look uncomfortable after a continue to stare at him, he finally looks up to meet my eyes.
"Well," I debate on whether I am pissed at him, or not. "happy?" I pause again, reading his face. He holds a blank face and looks at my lip, adverting my eyes.
"No," Adam says, annoyed. He finally makes and holds eye contact.
"Then what the hell was that?" I start to feel pissed off. I stare into his eyes as he remains silent. I clear my throat obviously annoyed with the silence.
"You are the one who I recall telling Clare something like, 'That Neanderthal started something, and I'm going to finish it,' I was just trying to finish it." he says with an attitude.
"It was finished," I say getting up, I start walking in Morty's direction, but turn to face Adam, "If you want a ride, let's go," I say emotionless. He follows and we get into Morty. I remain silent the rest of our time together. I pull to the side of the road by his house, and look at him. He murmurs something but I can't understand, and he gets out.
Ok, so it was a long one so, for the next chapter I need a dress to use, so tell me which it should be, or put a link in and I'll check it out.