TITLE: Underneath It All
RATING: PG-13, to be safe.
SPOILERS: Do the Math, and I think probably Anonymous, now that I think of it.
PAIRING: J/A
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or Joan of Arcadia. Barbara Hall owns them.
Author's Note: Finally found time to update. A little longer this time. Enjoy! Reviews always welcome!
Chapter 2: Listening
Adam and Joan walked hand in hand towards the movie theatre. After enjoying a wonderful dinner together, they decided to catch a movie before going home. Joan looked to Adam, who seemed in higher spirits since the night before. However, that did not decrease her worry, though she vowed to assume her previous role of supporter and comforter. It was apparent that she needed to wait for him to open up to her, and become just a bit more comfortable sharing such secrets. Joan didn't like it, but she was unsure of what could be done.
As they walked inside and approached the ticket office, Adam looked to Joan. "I'll get the tickets. You can get the popcorn."
Joan smiled. "Ok." She walked quickly over to the concession stand, amazed at the size of the theatre complex. It was unbelievable that a building could hold up to 15 different theatres.
Coming up to the stand, she saw a young 20 something woman attending it. Smiling, she replied, "I'm guessing you get the popcorn here."
The woman smiled back. "Popcorn can liven up a movie."
Joan replied, "Well, then, I'll take a large, and 2 cokes."
The woman nodded, taking the popcorn bag and filling it to the brim with popcorn. She then looked up at Joan. "Butter on that, Joan?"
Joan peered up into the eyes of the woman. "I didn't know you liked movies," Joan replied sarcastically, and then looked around her to make sure no one was close enough to listen in on their conversation. Luckily the lobby was big enough that one would have to be right next to them to hear anything.
God smiled at her. "I like most everything, Joan. Did you say you wanted two cokes?"
"Yeah ..." Joan replied simply, and then countered with frustration, "woah, wait a second ... you're not here to serve me, so ... ?"
God shrugged. "I want you to listen."
Joan's forehead burrowed in obvious confusion. "Listen? To what?"
God put the cokes on the counter. "Everything. You owe me $7.50."
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a $10 and placed it on the counter, obviously very frustrated. "No more direction than that?"
God rang up the cash register and then swiftly gave her change back. "You'll know what to listen to. By the way, I'm all about serving people. And you better hurry, you'll miss the previews." God smiled again and walked away, giving a wave as He left.
Joan sighed, looking over to see Adam walking to her quickly. She smiled as he caught up to her, reaching out to grab her hand. Receiving a quick kiss from Adam, Joan could only speculate as to what God meant, and why Adam was suddenly upbeat compared to the night before.
"Sorry, Jane, the one we wanted to go to was sold out. But I got tickets to another one," he said, holding them up to her.
Joan smiled widely, taking them. "Sounds good." With that, they walked towards their respective movie theatre.
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Helen sighed deeply, glad that she had just finished the dishes after dinner. With all her kids out this evening, she was able to enjoy some quiet time with her husband. Looking to the living room, she saw Will already lounging on the couch, two glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table. It was rarely this quiet, and it seemed like one of their kids was always roaming the house every night. However, tonight she could finally enjoy a relaxing night with her husband.
Walking out to him, she sat on the couch, leaning back against the soft cushions. Will smiled at her, gave her a quick kiss. "Quiet," was all he whispered, his voice giving away his enjoyment of such a concept.
Helen smiled, reaching over to grab her glass of wine. "I can't believe all of the kids are out."
Will shrugged. "I guess they're all finally growing up, getting their own lives." He paused for a bit, and then looked back at Helen with obvious questions in his eyes. "Where did they all go tonight?"
Helen laughed, highly amused. "Don't even know where your own kids are?" Will just shrugged sheepishly, taking a sip of his wine. "Kevin is on a date. Joan is out with Adam – no surprise there – and Luke went to a movie with Glynis."
Will suddenly looked to Helen, obviously confused. "Glynis?" Helen only nodded. "His girlfriend," Will confirmed for himself. Helen nodded again, giving him a little annoyed expression. "I think I forgot her name. I knew about Joan. I'm guessing Kevin's is new."
Sighing, his wife replied, "Luke's being going out with Glynis for months. You're lucky, Kevin's is new, and Joan and Adam have been obvious."
Will leaned back with a heavy weight. "Kevin always used to tell me about his girlfriends, he wanted to know about that stuff. Luke has never come to me about that at all. Does Joan talk to you?"
Helen smirked, "I come right out and ask her, and ... she tells me enough. Trust me. It's all you can expect, really. Luke mentions Glynis in passing, and I see them at school."
The front door suddenly opened, and Luke came walking in, dripping wet. Helen immediately turned, Will following suit. "You're home early," Helen replied, giving a glance to the clock. "And you're wet."
Luke just shrugged. "Rain. It's no big deal. Glynis and I just decided it was best to engage in the true quieting of the mind because of the rigorous schedules we have had to endure."
Will nodded, "Going to bed?"
"Yeah," Luke replied, beginning to head upstairs.
However, Will stood up, replying, "Did your night go well?"
Luke nodded, "Fine."
"Because you're in before your curfew ... I mean, that's fine, but ... I'm just surprised," Will countered, obviously fumbling his words.
Luke kind of smirked, but before he could answer, Joan came storming in the front door, also wet. Everyone looked to her, watching as she brushed the water from her pants and coat angrily, frustrated that she was still wet no matter how hard she tried to scrap it off. "Sometimes rain is just annoying," she said with a huff.
"So why are you home early and upset?" Helen asked urgently.
Luke smiled, and replied subtly, "Well, I'm off to bed." He began to head upstairs, as Will moved past the couch, closer to the hallway.
"If there's a problem, we can talk ..." Will called after Luke, but Luke didn't reappear. Instead he only called back an 'I'm fine', and then his door shutting could be heard. The two parents then looked to their daughter.
Joan smiled nervously, "What?"
Her mother replied, "Well, whenever you're out with Adam you don't come home until the very last second has hit."
"We were both tired," Joan said, a little uncertainty lacing her voice, though trying to make it an obvious reason.
Will placed his hands in his pockets, looking to his young daughter. "Your night went ok?"
Joan just shrugged, obviously a bit annoyed at their insistence. "It was great. See you in the morning." Joan knew she had to leave soon before her annoyance and frustration from the night spilled into this conversation. The last thing she needed was to be in trouble for talking back.
As Joan proceeded up the stairs, Helen moved to the bottom of them, watching her daughter. "Is there something we should know?"
Joan called back, "Nope." And soon her door was closed.
Helen and Will looked to each other, a little taken a back by the events that had just conspired. Before they could say anything else, the door opened again revealing Kevin. He rolled in quietly, closed the door behind him, and turned to see both his mother and father staring back. He smiled. "Am I in trouble?" His parents just sighed, obviously realizing that their quiet night was over.
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Monday mornings at school were always tough days to handle. Joan knew this quite well, especially considering the weekend she just had. Her time with Adam had been wonderful, as usual, but she couldn't let go of Friday night. What had been bothering him? Was everything okay now? Why didn't he just come to her and talk? What made the weekend worse was her new assignment. God tended to give them to her at the worse times, mainly when she didn't have the time to really fulfill them. However, her assignments always found a way to get done. This time it would be a bit more difficult with her mind so concentrated on Adam.
As she walked very slowly, her mind in ten different places, she caught something further down the hall. Grace and Adam were talking quietly next to the lockers. However, that didn't surprise her as much as the intensity and sadness on Adam's face as he spoke to Grace. Suddenly what God said to her flashed across her mind, and she hid behind a set of lockers against the wall some good distance away. She could hear only a little bit, straining desperately to make sense of what she was seeing and barely hearing. The look of concern on Grace's face told her that indeed Adam did have quite a problem.
It was almost too much for Joan, watching Adam discuss his personal problems with Grace. Of course she didn't mind them being friends. They had been friends long before she and Adam had met. However, what angered her most was Adam's willingness to tell Grace his problems and not herself, his girlfriend of all people. Joan could hardly decipher the feelings raging inside of her. It was a complete split between frustration, anger, and overwhelming concern for one of the most important people in her life. How could she just sit back and say nothing?
Just as she began to work up the courage to walk over, a voice whispered behind her, "What are you looking at?" Joan nearly jumped out of her hiding spot, glancing around quickly to see Luke obviously amused.
Joan hit him across the shoulder, "Don't sneak up on me like that when I'm trying to listen!"
Luke's face turned to confusion. "Listening? To what?" he asked with a whisper, more in mocking than sincerity.
Joan gave him a very annoyed, sisterly look. "I'm trying to listen to Grace and Adam."
Her brother's face only showed more confusion as he asked, "Why don't you just walk over to them?"
Joan huffed, "Because I have to listen. What did you want, anyway? You're distracting me."
Luke took a few looks around and then back to his sister. "Could we ... talk?"
Joan's attention on Grace and Adam was suddenly compromised. Her eyes glanced to Luke, while still trying to keep a vigil on her boyfriend. "About what?" she asked, her curiosity very apparent.
Luke sighed openly. "How is your relationship with Adam?"
Joan shrugged. "Fine, though at the moment I have to wonder." Luke gave her a questionable look. "Never mind. It's fine, why?" Luke became hesitant, unsure of what to say. Joan sighed, "What? Just say it."
He then replied, "I've been feeling a little bit ... overwhelmed by Glynis." There was no question the sadness he felt at what he just said, but also desperation, not knowing how to solve it. Joan didn't know how to respond. It often seemed as if her brother's relationship with Glynis was fine. He rarely ever talked about it, even though Joan felt like she knew much more than she wanted to. Not only was the problem surprising her, but also the idea that her brother was talking to her about it.
"How can I help with that?" Joan asked, though it seemed inconsiderate, but sounded sincere.
Luke wasn't sure how to answer at first, but said quickly, "Well, you're ... a woman ... in a relationship right now ... I thought you might be able to tell me why Glynis is acting this way."
Joan smirked with amusement and replied, "I don't know. Maybe you're not giving her enough attention or something." As she said this, she returned her vigil on Grace and Adam, but the view had changed. Adam was gone. Joan sighed, "Great."
Luke glanced over in that direction, seeing what Joan saw, and returned his gaze to Joan. He had nothing to say, and could not over much comfort. He rarely ever understood the relationship between Adam and Joan. It often seemed like they were in their own little world. "Sorry."
Joan was intent on hiding her frustrations. "No, it's ok." She then moved away from Luke towards Grace. Grace looked up from her locker, seeing Joan walking towards her. She hurriedly gathered her books into her bag and met Joan halfway. Joan smiled, trying to hide her annoyance. "What's up?"
Grace thought for a second, and then said, "Class. What else? We're going to be late."
Joan nodded, "Yeah, huh ...." She hesitated for a second, not sure if she should ask. However, the torture of not knowing was overwhelming, and her need to know overshadowed God's assignment. "What were you and Adam talking about?" They began to walk towards class, Luke following behind.
Grace shrugged. "Just stuff. Don't worry, Girardi, Adam will always be yours, I'm not trying to take him away from you."
Joan replied quickly, "No, no ... I'm not thinking that."
Grace continued complain, "Sick, by the way ... he's like my brother. Why would you think that?" Joan couldn't believe where this conversation had gone, and was even more surprised at Grace for changing the subject so quickly. She paused a second, wondering if she should continue, but Grace spoke first. "What?" They had stopped walking, and were not face to face. Joan felt her heart racing, not wanting to say something bad, but also feeling like she had a right to know what was going on.
Joan replied sheepishly, "It was just ... strange."
Grace answered simply, "Ok."
Joan didn't want to let this go, but didn't know what else to say without actually saying it. And she missed Adam. In fact, Adam not being here was strange. They also meet each other during these two periods. "Where did Adam go to so quickly? He usually waits for me."
Grace began to walk again, not making eye contact. "He had class. Don't let this get to your head, we were just talking." With that, she walked a little faster just as Joan fell back a little.
Joan was crestfallen as she stopped in the middle of the hall. Luke stopped with her, looking at her with concern. "What?"
Joan didn't even look at Luke, still gazing at Grace as she disappeared into the classroom. "What do you do when one of your best friends lies to you?" Her eyes couldn't hide the hurt and pain of what had just happened. It was like she lost control of everything, and she didn't even know how it happened. Days ago her relationship with Adam was great, but now suddenly there were skeletons in the closet, shadowy corners that she struggled to shed light on. Why did she feel like she was being pushed aside?
"Why do you say that?" Luke asked, braking Joan from her thoughts.
Joan replied sadly, "Adam has a free period now." With that, she walked towards her next class.
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To be continued ...
Reviews Welcome!!!!
RATING: PG-13, to be safe.
SPOILERS: Do the Math, and I think probably Anonymous, now that I think of it.
PAIRING: J/A
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or Joan of Arcadia. Barbara Hall owns them.
Author's Note: Finally found time to update. A little longer this time. Enjoy! Reviews always welcome!
Chapter 2: Listening
Adam and Joan walked hand in hand towards the movie theatre. After enjoying a wonderful dinner together, they decided to catch a movie before going home. Joan looked to Adam, who seemed in higher spirits since the night before. However, that did not decrease her worry, though she vowed to assume her previous role of supporter and comforter. It was apparent that she needed to wait for him to open up to her, and become just a bit more comfortable sharing such secrets. Joan didn't like it, but she was unsure of what could be done.
As they walked inside and approached the ticket office, Adam looked to Joan. "I'll get the tickets. You can get the popcorn."
Joan smiled. "Ok." She walked quickly over to the concession stand, amazed at the size of the theatre complex. It was unbelievable that a building could hold up to 15 different theatres.
Coming up to the stand, she saw a young 20 something woman attending it. Smiling, she replied, "I'm guessing you get the popcorn here."
The woman smiled back. "Popcorn can liven up a movie."
Joan replied, "Well, then, I'll take a large, and 2 cokes."
The woman nodded, taking the popcorn bag and filling it to the brim with popcorn. She then looked up at Joan. "Butter on that, Joan?"
Joan peered up into the eyes of the woman. "I didn't know you liked movies," Joan replied sarcastically, and then looked around her to make sure no one was close enough to listen in on their conversation. Luckily the lobby was big enough that one would have to be right next to them to hear anything.
God smiled at her. "I like most everything, Joan. Did you say you wanted two cokes?"
"Yeah ..." Joan replied simply, and then countered with frustration, "woah, wait a second ... you're not here to serve me, so ... ?"
God shrugged. "I want you to listen."
Joan's forehead burrowed in obvious confusion. "Listen? To what?"
God put the cokes on the counter. "Everything. You owe me $7.50."
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a $10 and placed it on the counter, obviously very frustrated. "No more direction than that?"
God rang up the cash register and then swiftly gave her change back. "You'll know what to listen to. By the way, I'm all about serving people. And you better hurry, you'll miss the previews." God smiled again and walked away, giving a wave as He left.
Joan sighed, looking over to see Adam walking to her quickly. She smiled as he caught up to her, reaching out to grab her hand. Receiving a quick kiss from Adam, Joan could only speculate as to what God meant, and why Adam was suddenly upbeat compared to the night before.
"Sorry, Jane, the one we wanted to go to was sold out. But I got tickets to another one," he said, holding them up to her.
Joan smiled widely, taking them. "Sounds good." With that, they walked towards their respective movie theatre.
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Helen sighed deeply, glad that she had just finished the dishes after dinner. With all her kids out this evening, she was able to enjoy some quiet time with her husband. Looking to the living room, she saw Will already lounging on the couch, two glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table. It was rarely this quiet, and it seemed like one of their kids was always roaming the house every night. However, tonight she could finally enjoy a relaxing night with her husband.
Walking out to him, she sat on the couch, leaning back against the soft cushions. Will smiled at her, gave her a quick kiss. "Quiet," was all he whispered, his voice giving away his enjoyment of such a concept.
Helen smiled, reaching over to grab her glass of wine. "I can't believe all of the kids are out."
Will shrugged. "I guess they're all finally growing up, getting their own lives." He paused for a bit, and then looked back at Helen with obvious questions in his eyes. "Where did they all go tonight?"
Helen laughed, highly amused. "Don't even know where your own kids are?" Will just shrugged sheepishly, taking a sip of his wine. "Kevin is on a date. Joan is out with Adam – no surprise there – and Luke went to a movie with Glynis."
Will suddenly looked to Helen, obviously confused. "Glynis?" Helen only nodded. "His girlfriend," Will confirmed for himself. Helen nodded again, giving him a little annoyed expression. "I think I forgot her name. I knew about Joan. I'm guessing Kevin's is new."
Sighing, his wife replied, "Luke's being going out with Glynis for months. You're lucky, Kevin's is new, and Joan and Adam have been obvious."
Will leaned back with a heavy weight. "Kevin always used to tell me about his girlfriends, he wanted to know about that stuff. Luke has never come to me about that at all. Does Joan talk to you?"
Helen smirked, "I come right out and ask her, and ... she tells me enough. Trust me. It's all you can expect, really. Luke mentions Glynis in passing, and I see them at school."
The front door suddenly opened, and Luke came walking in, dripping wet. Helen immediately turned, Will following suit. "You're home early," Helen replied, giving a glance to the clock. "And you're wet."
Luke just shrugged. "Rain. It's no big deal. Glynis and I just decided it was best to engage in the true quieting of the mind because of the rigorous schedules we have had to endure."
Will nodded, "Going to bed?"
"Yeah," Luke replied, beginning to head upstairs.
However, Will stood up, replying, "Did your night go well?"
Luke nodded, "Fine."
"Because you're in before your curfew ... I mean, that's fine, but ... I'm just surprised," Will countered, obviously fumbling his words.
Luke kind of smirked, but before he could answer, Joan came storming in the front door, also wet. Everyone looked to her, watching as she brushed the water from her pants and coat angrily, frustrated that she was still wet no matter how hard she tried to scrap it off. "Sometimes rain is just annoying," she said with a huff.
"So why are you home early and upset?" Helen asked urgently.
Luke smiled, and replied subtly, "Well, I'm off to bed." He began to head upstairs, as Will moved past the couch, closer to the hallway.
"If there's a problem, we can talk ..." Will called after Luke, but Luke didn't reappear. Instead he only called back an 'I'm fine', and then his door shutting could be heard. The two parents then looked to their daughter.
Joan smiled nervously, "What?"
Her mother replied, "Well, whenever you're out with Adam you don't come home until the very last second has hit."
"We were both tired," Joan said, a little uncertainty lacing her voice, though trying to make it an obvious reason.
Will placed his hands in his pockets, looking to his young daughter. "Your night went ok?"
Joan just shrugged, obviously a bit annoyed at their insistence. "It was great. See you in the morning." Joan knew she had to leave soon before her annoyance and frustration from the night spilled into this conversation. The last thing she needed was to be in trouble for talking back.
As Joan proceeded up the stairs, Helen moved to the bottom of them, watching her daughter. "Is there something we should know?"
Joan called back, "Nope." And soon her door was closed.
Helen and Will looked to each other, a little taken a back by the events that had just conspired. Before they could say anything else, the door opened again revealing Kevin. He rolled in quietly, closed the door behind him, and turned to see both his mother and father staring back. He smiled. "Am I in trouble?" His parents just sighed, obviously realizing that their quiet night was over.
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Monday mornings at school were always tough days to handle. Joan knew this quite well, especially considering the weekend she just had. Her time with Adam had been wonderful, as usual, but she couldn't let go of Friday night. What had been bothering him? Was everything okay now? Why didn't he just come to her and talk? What made the weekend worse was her new assignment. God tended to give them to her at the worse times, mainly when she didn't have the time to really fulfill them. However, her assignments always found a way to get done. This time it would be a bit more difficult with her mind so concentrated on Adam.
As she walked very slowly, her mind in ten different places, she caught something further down the hall. Grace and Adam were talking quietly next to the lockers. However, that didn't surprise her as much as the intensity and sadness on Adam's face as he spoke to Grace. Suddenly what God said to her flashed across her mind, and she hid behind a set of lockers against the wall some good distance away. She could hear only a little bit, straining desperately to make sense of what she was seeing and barely hearing. The look of concern on Grace's face told her that indeed Adam did have quite a problem.
It was almost too much for Joan, watching Adam discuss his personal problems with Grace. Of course she didn't mind them being friends. They had been friends long before she and Adam had met. However, what angered her most was Adam's willingness to tell Grace his problems and not herself, his girlfriend of all people. Joan could hardly decipher the feelings raging inside of her. It was a complete split between frustration, anger, and overwhelming concern for one of the most important people in her life. How could she just sit back and say nothing?
Just as she began to work up the courage to walk over, a voice whispered behind her, "What are you looking at?" Joan nearly jumped out of her hiding spot, glancing around quickly to see Luke obviously amused.
Joan hit him across the shoulder, "Don't sneak up on me like that when I'm trying to listen!"
Luke's face turned to confusion. "Listening? To what?" he asked with a whisper, more in mocking than sincerity.
Joan gave him a very annoyed, sisterly look. "I'm trying to listen to Grace and Adam."
Her brother's face only showed more confusion as he asked, "Why don't you just walk over to them?"
Joan huffed, "Because I have to listen. What did you want, anyway? You're distracting me."
Luke took a few looks around and then back to his sister. "Could we ... talk?"
Joan's attention on Grace and Adam was suddenly compromised. Her eyes glanced to Luke, while still trying to keep a vigil on her boyfriend. "About what?" she asked, her curiosity very apparent.
Luke sighed openly. "How is your relationship with Adam?"
Joan shrugged. "Fine, though at the moment I have to wonder." Luke gave her a questionable look. "Never mind. It's fine, why?" Luke became hesitant, unsure of what to say. Joan sighed, "What? Just say it."
He then replied, "I've been feeling a little bit ... overwhelmed by Glynis." There was no question the sadness he felt at what he just said, but also desperation, not knowing how to solve it. Joan didn't know how to respond. It often seemed as if her brother's relationship with Glynis was fine. He rarely ever talked about it, even though Joan felt like she knew much more than she wanted to. Not only was the problem surprising her, but also the idea that her brother was talking to her about it.
"How can I help with that?" Joan asked, though it seemed inconsiderate, but sounded sincere.
Luke wasn't sure how to answer at first, but said quickly, "Well, you're ... a woman ... in a relationship right now ... I thought you might be able to tell me why Glynis is acting this way."
Joan smirked with amusement and replied, "I don't know. Maybe you're not giving her enough attention or something." As she said this, she returned her vigil on Grace and Adam, but the view had changed. Adam was gone. Joan sighed, "Great."
Luke glanced over in that direction, seeing what Joan saw, and returned his gaze to Joan. He had nothing to say, and could not over much comfort. He rarely ever understood the relationship between Adam and Joan. It often seemed like they were in their own little world. "Sorry."
Joan was intent on hiding her frustrations. "No, it's ok." She then moved away from Luke towards Grace. Grace looked up from her locker, seeing Joan walking towards her. She hurriedly gathered her books into her bag and met Joan halfway. Joan smiled, trying to hide her annoyance. "What's up?"
Grace thought for a second, and then said, "Class. What else? We're going to be late."
Joan nodded, "Yeah, huh ...." She hesitated for a second, not sure if she should ask. However, the torture of not knowing was overwhelming, and her need to know overshadowed God's assignment. "What were you and Adam talking about?" They began to walk towards class, Luke following behind.
Grace shrugged. "Just stuff. Don't worry, Girardi, Adam will always be yours, I'm not trying to take him away from you."
Joan replied quickly, "No, no ... I'm not thinking that."
Grace continued complain, "Sick, by the way ... he's like my brother. Why would you think that?" Joan couldn't believe where this conversation had gone, and was even more surprised at Grace for changing the subject so quickly. She paused a second, wondering if she should continue, but Grace spoke first. "What?" They had stopped walking, and were not face to face. Joan felt her heart racing, not wanting to say something bad, but also feeling like she had a right to know what was going on.
Joan replied sheepishly, "It was just ... strange."
Grace answered simply, "Ok."
Joan didn't want to let this go, but didn't know what else to say without actually saying it. And she missed Adam. In fact, Adam not being here was strange. They also meet each other during these two periods. "Where did Adam go to so quickly? He usually waits for me."
Grace began to walk again, not making eye contact. "He had class. Don't let this get to your head, we were just talking." With that, she walked a little faster just as Joan fell back a little.
Joan was crestfallen as she stopped in the middle of the hall. Luke stopped with her, looking at her with concern. "What?"
Joan didn't even look at Luke, still gazing at Grace as she disappeared into the classroom. "What do you do when one of your best friends lies to you?" Her eyes couldn't hide the hurt and pain of what had just happened. It was like she lost control of everything, and she didn't even know how it happened. Days ago her relationship with Adam was great, but now suddenly there were skeletons in the closet, shadowy corners that she struggled to shed light on. Why did she feel like she was being pushed aside?
"Why do you say that?" Luke asked, braking Joan from her thoughts.
Joan replied sadly, "Adam has a free period now." With that, she walked towards her next class.
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