(Adams POV)
"Hey, you seem happy," I said as Fiona came bounding into my room with a couple of bags. She joined me on my bed, lying down next to me. Drew and I had an agreement that we would smuggle each others girlfriends into the house behind moms back as long as we didn't rat each other out.
"Yup, Clare and I just went shopping. Wanna see what I bought?"
"Sure."
Fiona carefully pulled out a couple dresses, tops and jeans. When she got to the last bag, she gave me a wicked smile before pulling out a pair of sexy lingerie.
"I could give you a fashion show if you want?" she flirted.
"U-uh…" I gulped. Quickly pushing dirty thoughts out of my mind, I replied, "N-no thanks."
"Your loss," she joked, putting the clothes back in the bag.
Yes it was defiantly my loss.
"Anyway, what did you do while I was busy?" she asked.
"I went to the Dot, hung out with Eli, read some comics, thought about you, etcetera."
"Sounds –,"
"Shhh," I whispered, cutting her off. "I think I heard someone on the stairs."
I quietly got off the bed, and Fiona went to hide in my closet.
Just as I leaned my head against the door, it opened, causing me to yell "Ow" very loudly.
"Adam!" She yelled as she scanned the room. "I heard voices…" my mother said. Then her eyes stopped on the shopping bags.
"What are these," she said suspicious, walking over and looking in the bags.
"Those are mine," I instantly shouted.
She pulled out the dress and lingerie, eyebrows raised.
Shit.
"Where is she," my mom said, throwing the bags back on the bed, realization settling in.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied.
"Bullshit, where is she. Under the bed?" she said, kneeling on the ground lifting up the bed skirt, checking.
My mom glanced at me, and then the closet, causing me to take a step towards it, instinctively. Great, I just revealed Fiona's hiding spot.
My mother opened the closet, quickly crossed the room, and opened the door to my room.
"Out!" she bellowed, and Fiona self consciously grabbed her bags, and left, my mother slamming the door just as Fiona barley crossed the threshold.
"You are not to see that girl anymore!" she shouted at me, and Fiona probably was still standing outside the door. "She's a bad influence; a slut."
"What?" I shouted back. I could barley comprehend what my mother was saying. My head was spinning, I wanted to throw up. How could my mother deny me happiness?
"That's right. I don't like her. You can no longer speak to her, you must avoid her at school, she is not allowed in this house, and you are not allowed in hers. If you disobey me, I will take away your phone, computer, comic books, friend privileges, everything."
I was going to faint.
I was going to faint and die.
"What about Drew; you let him have girlfriends!" I threw back.
"This is different." she said, and with that she stormed out of the room, leaving me dumbfounded.
But the thing was, it wasn't different, not at all. It was completely the same.
…
The next day at school, everywhere I went it felt like someone was following me, watching me. Going in and out of classes, during class, during lunch, standing at my locker and even while sharing a secret passionate kiss with Fiona in an empty classroom, it felt like someone's eyes were on me.
I brought this up with Eli and all he could say was "why would anyone want to stalk you?"
I frowned.
"I'm just kiddin' you dude," he laughed, playfully punching me in the arm. "Maybe it was your mom?"
"Why would my mom be here, at school?"
"She does a bunch of PTA stuff right?"
"Yeah but..."
"No buts! Your case is solved!" he said walking away to meet Clare.
But our suspicions were proved wrong just as I saw a certain girl with honey colored hair quickly dash around the corner.
