Chapter 34

A woman I didn't recognize stood beside my mom. She had short brown hair, held herself in a stiff manner, and her lips pressed together in an angry line. She was wearing a tacky blazer over a frumpy and an unfashionable skirt. "Mom!" Adam yelped. Oh crud. I rolled off of him and sat up on the bed. "Um, Fi, this is Mrs. Torres," Mom said, anger present on her face. "Hi, Mrs. Torres, I'm Fiona Coyne," I offered sheepishly, holding my hand out for her to shake.

"Adam Torres, what on Earth is going on? And who is this...this person?" she pointed at me, demanding to know. I put my hand back onto the bed dejectedly. I raised my eyebrows at Mom, as if to say, why did you let this bitch into our house? She didn't see the look. "Mom, this is my friend Fiona," he answered calmly, sitting up. "Looks like more than a friend to me," she snapped, turning towards me. Crap.

"Why did you drag my son here?" Her words were like a slap in the face. "Excuse me?" I answered. "Mrs. Torres, I don't think you have all the facts..." Mom started, stepping closer to us. Mom was the same height as Mrs. Torres, and was dressed much more sophisticated than she was. "I think I do, Mrs. Coyne," she answered harshly. "Adam, your face is on magazines everywhere!" she fumed.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Torres, but I don't think you understand..." Mom stated calmly. "Oh, I think I do," she answered briskly. Mom's eyebrows rose. Uh oh. This can't be good. "Mrs. Torres, maybe we should talk about this," Mom answered, trying to keep her cool, like the good politician's wife she is. "Well, thanks to your daughter, my kid is one of the most talked about things in the country!" Mrs. Torres exclaimed.

"Mom!" Adam spoke up. "Ohhhhh, this was not Fiona's fault," Mom defended. I glanced at Adam. He looked back. A silent conversation flowed between us, pretty much saying that this can't be good. "If it wasn't for your loose daughter, Adam would still
be at Degrassi, still be protected, and would still be unknown," Mrs. Torres was face to face with Mom. You could almost feel the tension in the room.

"She's not loose!" Adam exclaimed. Aww, he was sticking up for me. Mom and Mrs. Torres ignored Adam's comment and continued to glare into each other's eyes. "Well, besides the fact that I'm obviously more mature when handling conflicts, I have nothing bad to say about Adam. He's great. Must've been something he got from his real mother," Mom snubbed. I looked at Adam, confused.

"Step-mom," he answered. I nodded. I hadn't really realized that Adam and Mom must've had time to talk. I wonder what else they've discussed... "Oh, really? That's stooping pretty low for a politician's wife. The media would be enthralled," Mrs. Torres said in singsong voice. Mom's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare," she hissed. Mrs. Torres took a step closer. "Try me." Adam and I exchanged a worried look. Before Mom could respond to the threat, Mrs. Torres turned to leave. "Adam, we're going," she announced. I glanced at him helplessly. "Adam Torres!" she yelled. He started to move. "We're leaving this instant! And I forbid you from seeing Fiona ever again!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it took awhile to update. What did you think? I absolutely hate Mrs. Torres for calling Alli a whore in "All Falls Down" Like that was legit mean. And when she told Adam not to come to dinner with the grandma in "My Body is a Cage." I DESPISE HER! Anyways, no new chapters this weekend, I'm going on vacation (yay!) but more next week. Please review! Xoxo, hugs and kisses, Degrassi and chocolate -C