Summary: Another day in the life of a teenager. Joan tries to juggle a "suggestion" from God, her friends, and attempts at accepting Iris in Adam's life.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone from Joan of Arcadia or any songs that appear in this fic. I wouldn't mind having Christopher Marquette, though. .
Ratings: PG – just in case of swearing
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews! I really appreciated them. This chapter is really short, just a quick look into a few different POV. Please R&R
"What just happened?" Luke looked around at the other three standing by Joan's locker. They had all been discussing what happened with Angela, when Joan had gotten this look of annoyance and she stormed off without a word to any of them as she approached the teenager. They watched as she dragged the amused boy into a nearby room, wondering what was going on between the two.
Grace shrugged her shoulders, scooping up her bag from her locker before slamming it shut. "I try not to figure her out. I have enough problems of my own. I'll save myself the headache." With that, she shoved between Adam and Iris, giving the girl an evil look before setting off down the hall… in the opposite direction of her first class.
"I don't think I'll ever understand women." Luke sighed, watching his crush disappear down the hall heading wherever Grace had the urge to go. He always found her a mystery, which is probably what attracted him in the first place. She was like a science experiment waiting to be discovered. She was contrary, and Luke was completely fascinated. He shifted his books around in his hand, a nervous habit that always seemed to annoy his sister.
"Cha. Unchallenged." Adam spoke up to Luke's comment, causing a glare from Iris for which he ignored. He had a hard time squashing the flare of jealousy he felt when he first saw the guy that Joan had danced with at her party. He knew he had no right to feel this way, considering he was involved with someone else, but he did. He was never prone to violence, half the time he wasn't even aware of his surroundings, but when it came to Jane… and this guy, he felt very much in touch with reality. He didn't really know if it was a good thing, but it wasn't something he could change.
"Earth to A…" Iris snapped her fingers in front of his face, trying to get his attention. He had been spacier than ever, since the day of the disaster… When they had read Angela's diary in the school cafeteria and humiliated her. Perhaps he was just dwelling on it, she thought to herself. "We better hurry or we'll be late for class."
He blinked out of his trance, noticing that the hallway had emptied out, leaving him and Iris alone. Adam let Iris lead him away from Joan's locker and down the hall to their first class. They made it inside just as the bell rang, rushing over to take their seats. As soon as they settled in, Adam pulled out his notebook and began doodling. He wasn't paying attention to what he was drawing, but Iris was… And what she saw didn't please her at all.