On Monday Joan walked into school and was snagged by Grace as she came to her locker.
"Girardi, what the hell is going on?"
Joan opened her locker. "I take it you talked to Adam?"
Grace nodded. "Oh yeah, he's not happy."
"Well a part of me says that's to bad. If he was interested in me, he should have said something." Joan grabbed what her needed for class and closed the locker door.
"Well yeah." Grace replied, agreeing with the obvious. "And who's this "David" I keep hearing about? Rove said you two were kissing when he saw you."
Joan winced at that. Now what to say, it's not like she could tell Grace the truth.
"I've seen you talking with him before, I'm guessing he goes here."
"When did you see us talking?"
"In the hall a few days ago. You walked right by me and Rove and went up to him."
Joan nodded. "Yeah David goes here and we're just friends."
Grace raised an eyebrow.
"Or something. I don't know, this is all new to me."
"Yeah." Grace said slowly. "Well whatever it is, I suggest that you work it out because a mess is the last thing we need."
At that point the bell rang and Joan took off for class, quickly tell Grace goodbye over her shoulder.
Joan stayed quiet for most of the day, her time spent paying semi attention in class and trying to think of what to say to Adam. After her last class, she stopped at his locker and waited for him as he walked up.
"Hi. Can I talk to you?" Joan asked.
Adam looked at her and nodded.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see that. I didn't want to hurt you."
Adam turned away to open his locker. "What happened? I thought you and David were just friends." This whole thing just irritated somewhat and he thought it best if he didn't look at Joan for the moment.
"I honestly don't know. We started out as friends, but then the kiss happened and now everything's a mess. I know you're hurt and angry and again I'm sorry and I don't blame you but-"
At that point Adam turned sharply around. "Don't blame me?" he hissed. "Don't blame me? Joan, I wanted you to be my girlfriend, to be with me."
"Well if you had told me or bothered to drop a hint, maybe I would be." Joan growled back. She came to apologize and hopefully fix things with Adam, or start to at least; getting bitched out was not part of the plan. "I'm not a freaking mind reader."
"Oh really? Then how's this for a hint?" Adam shot back and leaned in and kissed her.
Joan yelped in surprise but it was muffled by Adam's mouth.
This kiss was nothing like what she had shared with God. His was soft and gentle, demanding and giving all at the same time. Adam's started out angry but quickly shifted to gentle. Joan stood there for a minute unsure of what to do before pushing him away.
"Stop it." She wiped off her mouth, looking at him, wondering what to do. "You shouldn't have done that. I'm flattered, but I can't be with you, at least not now."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't feel that way about you."
"Because of David?"
Joan nodded. "I think so." Sensing that they wouldn't get anywhere for now, Joan grabbed her bag and began to walk away. "We'll continue this later but I think we need space for now."
She quickly walked down the hall and out the door, her mind a jumbled tangle of confusion.