Chapter 36
Mrs. Dawes raised her thin eyebrows. Adam's cheeks flushed bright pink as everyone's eyes darted back and forth from me to him. "Mr. Torres?" Mrs. Dawes gestured to me, looking at him. Adam rose slowly, his eyes focusing on his sneakers. "Can we speak in private?" I asked timidly. No way was I going to confront my maybe boyfriend in front of a full class of 10th and 11th graders. "Uh..." Adam's voice trailed off unsurely. He glanced at Mrs. Dawes. "No, you'll get detention for being unsupervised in the hall," Um, no. How many times have I been unsupervised in the hall these past weeks?
"Well, come on Miss Coyne. If you need to interrupt my class, you must have something important to say," she arched her eyebrow, smiling good-naturedly. Well, I guess I have no choice. Adam stood in front of me. "Hi," he said sheepishly. I ignored all of the eyes on us. "What's going on, Adam?" I asked, slightly exasperated. "What do you mean?" he asked, fidgeting his hat with his fingers, avoiding my eyes. I reached out and moved his hat slightly to look him in the eyes.
He looked at me, straight into my eyes. I dropped my hand from his hat and took a deep breath. I don't care if the entire class was watching- I need to talk to him. "One minute we're kissing in New York, next you're avoiding me like the plague. What's going on?" I demanded to know. Adam shoved his hands into his pockets. "You heard my mom." he mumbled, looking down at his shoes. "So that's it? We're just over?" I asked. No no no no. That was the exact opposite of what I want. I silently pleaded that we wouldn't be.
"Adam, I really like you, and I thought that you..." my voice trailed off as my eyes darted around the room. Everyone was leaned forward, interested. "I like you too, Fiona, you know that," he said quietly, glancing around the room. "Really? Because it sure doesn't seem like it," I stated, crossing my arms. "Fi, maybe it's better this way," Adam answered bluntly. My eyes narrowed. "Better this way? How can you say that?" I spat, feeling desperate and vulnerable.
"I only cause you problems!" he pointed out. "No, you don't!" I defended. He really, really didn't. "The Gossip Minute? Bianca? Chantay and the Anti-Grapevine? All that was my fault!" Adam's face was red. "No it wasn't!" I exclaimed again. "Yeah it was," he answered, looking down at his feet. "You believe what you want, anyone can see that it wasn't your fault at all!" I felt so upset with him.
"Fiona, I just keep getting you in trouble! We shouldn't even be together!" he blurted out. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked into place, and my heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach. What? No. Please, no! "Look Fiona-" he started. "Save it. You can go obey your mom or whatever. I'm not gonna waste my breath if you don't even wanna be with me." I said, a lump forming in my throat. Sadness flashed across his face. His lips twitched, as if there was more he wanted to say. Oh gosh, I'm going to cry.
Swiftly, I turned and stormed out. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks. I headed to my locker, not wanting to walk into French class crying. I unzippered my huge Coach bag, looking for tissues, but something else caught my eye. A cold, shiny bottle, full of sickening, sad liquid, with a fancy label around the center and a cork on top.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Uh oh. What's in Fiona's bag? I think we all know…. Please review! Possibly another new chapter up later tonight. If not, definitely tomorrow. Xoxo, hugs and kisses, Degrassi and chocolate -C