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. Please R&R

"I can't believe you did that…" Iris clutched her books to her chest, her eyes fixed on Adam as they walked out of their first class. He adjusted his shoulder strap, squirming under her accusing glare. He didn't know what the big deal was anyways.

"It was a drawing, Iris. Cha, it doesn't mean anything." Adam tried to explain to Iris about what she saw. He wasn't even aware of what he was actually creating. He usually just sat with his pen or pencil in hand and let his mind wander as his hand flew across the page creating art. He came to when he heard Iris make an angry comment, and he looked down to see Joan's face gazing back at him.

"It doesn't mean anything? How come you never draw a picture of me? Why don't you build a sculpture? For me? Inspired by me? Instead, it's always about Joan. Or should I say Jane? What is going on, A?" Iris grabbed his arm, pulling him to a dead stop in the hallway, ignoring the bell that sounded for their next class. Adam looked into Iris' eyes and saw that she was hurt by this. Hurt, angry and jealous. He shifted out of the way as a student ran passed them trying to get to class before it was too late. Iris didn't even spare the freshman a glance, concentrating only on him.

Adam felt bad for what he made her feel, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't explain this pull that Jane and he had. Even when he wasn't trying, she was on his mind, in his art, influencing the things he did. He cared for Iris, and if circumstances had been different; if there had been no Jane, then he knew that Iris and he could have been happy together.

But the fact was… there was a Jane in the picture, and it left him wondering 'what if.' What if he had told her his feelings before the art show tragedy… like the night she came to him about his mother? What if they had danced at her party when he first asked? What if she had said she was ready?

After their Friday night chat where feelings were pretty much exposed, things had been even more confusing. He didn't really know where he and Jane stood after they talked. Furthermore, he didn't even know what was between him and Iris. He thought he had it figured out when they had gone to the concert and had a great time. He knew he loved hanging with Iris, and discussing art… but he didn't feel anything more than that. Was he wrong to be with her?

Iris dropped her hand from his arm, her expression resigned. She didn't wait around for him to snap out of his trance, instead she turned and walked towards her next class, leaving him alone in the empty hall, still lost in thought.

"Ahhhh… Rove and Polk. Getting to be regulars here in the office." Price leaned against the front desk, glaring at the two in his office. "What is it this time? Your watch broke? Keeping track of time is just too much of a strain on your brain? Hmmm, please inform me."

"I… uh… I couldn't get my locker open."

"Interesting Mr. Rove… Why don't you spend your detention today fixing it? Miss Polk, enlighten me."

"I'm protesting the tyrannical system that the school has regimented on the students who are forced to attend. I refuse to conform to such harsh expectations –"

"Here's another harsh expectation for you, Miss Polk… Detention in my office today after school. Get your passes and get to class. Now!"

Both of them grabbed their passes, Grace giving Price a sneer before leaving the office behind Adam. They walked in silence for most of the way to AP Chemistry, each one not looking forward to the end of the day. 'Detention with Mr. Price?! That's inhuman!' Grace grumbled to herself, shoving the late slip to her teacher before sliding into her seat next to a very bored looking Joan. Adam mumbled something to the teacher, handing his over as well. He gave Joan a furtive look before sitting next to her, a little disappointed when she didn't look back. He looked over at her from the corner of his eyes and wondered what she was thinking about. Was it last Friday? He opened his mouth to say something, when Lischak began talking about their exam that they would be taking in a few short minutes. This elicited a groan from both Joan and Grace.

"I'm so going to fail…" Joan slumped down, banging her forehead on the counter before her.