Summary: Fiona starts to question her sexuality when Dallas enters her life. Why is it that she is so attracted to him? She was so sure that she was lesbian after all the girls she liked. But the real big question is: will Fiona be able to trust Dallas after all her past boyfriends?

Disclaimer: I don't own degrassi, and if I did then I will stare at Demetrius and Luke 24/7, and there will be no progress.

Couples: Fiona/Dallas also mentions of Adam/Fiona, Eli/Clare, Imogen/Fiona and Bianca/Drew.

A/N: I feel awful. I'm sick. Aren't I lucky? Yeah, so, I'm depressed and this is an almost depressing chapter. :) Enjoy. Two chapters in one day, yay! :)

A Touch Of Realism: Not My Day (1)

I was at my locker, trying to do my locker combination, failing completly.

Dallas walked over and leaned on the locker next to mine.

"What?" I snapped.

He smirked. Bastard. "Need help?"

"From you? No thanks!" I rolled my eyes.

"What's your problem?" Dallas raised an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes, again. I don't know why, but I felt anger towards him. Was I really blaming him for me and Imogen's problems? It sort of seemed like it right now, but these words just rolled off of my tongue, I couldn't stop them for some reason.

"Nothing," I sighed "Can you just open my locker?" I crossed my arms.

"I shouldn't but I can't let a pretty girl suffer," He smirked and put his hand on my lock "Combination?" He said without looking at me.

"6.40.0," I said looking at his hand twist and turn.

He tugged down and it unlocked "There ya go," he walked behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He leaned down and whispered in my ear "Sometimes I think you struggle on purpose," I shrugged his hands down as he was pulling his hands away. I turned and looked at him our faces so close. I could actually smell his breath it smelled a lot like, like, peppermint. A small smile crept onto my face and I closed my eyes "See ya around, Angel," he winked and walked away. I slowly opened my eyes and I stared at where he used to be. I sighed.

"Hi," I snapped my head up "Am I early?" She said with a hint of sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes playfully "Hey Imogen," I smiled.

"Bad day?" Imogen asked.

"Huh?" I asked confused, what is she talking about?

"Bad day to come and confront you?"

I let out a small laugh "What the hell does that mean?"

"I see you're always busy with Dallas," Imogen stated "Everytime I turn around there he is, Dallas, Dallas, Dallas! Why is he always near you? Why is he always there doing something with or to you!" Imogen began to holler "He's just waiting for us to break down so he could come in and sweep one of us up! And it's obvious it isn't me!"

"Where is all this coming from? Who's putting this in your head, Imogen?" I squinted "Ya know what, it doesn't matter because I feel like Dallas has been there for me, more than you have!"

"How dare you say that? That's not true!"

"Why does it feel like it? Why do I feel like Dallas was there to pick up my broken heart?" I said trying to stay calm.

"Oh, so now you have feelings for Dallas?"

"No, I don't have feelings for Dallas! I don't hate him like I use to, but I also don't like him!"

Imogen laughed "Keep telling yourself that, Angel. Oh, wait, is it Dallas who can only call you Angel?"

"Wow," I threw my hands up "You're so insecure that you think that I might just hook up with Dallas?" I smirked "You're just jealous that I can get a guy if I wanted to!"

"What is that suppose to mean?" She crossed her arms.

"You're jealous that I can get any guy or girl I want while you just sit in the background!"

"Um, not really Fiona, I really don't know where the hell you've been living your past life, but why would I want to get guys that will beat me? Why would I want a guy that would try and rape me? Why would I want someone that would cheat on! Why would I want to be in love with my best friend! And Fiona you're so fucked up! - You even had to go to rehab because of your relationships! You're an acholic Fiona, oh wait, let me be cautious of what I say because maybe after this arguement you might get so damn insecure, that I might leave you, that you have to go and get drunk because it calms you down? That's the first I've heard of that!" She turned on her heel and walked away.

I started to tear up. Why was she so right? I can't help who I am. I always open my big mouth and then I always regret it later.

I took off my lock and threw my books in my locker, injuring my hand "Shit," I mumbled under my breath. Hurting my hand, gave me another reason why I wanted to cry. I slammed my locker, put the lock on and ran out the school doors...why is this happening to me?

I was walking to, no where. Right now I wished I was at Vanderbilt Prep, where I could be on the roof. I did my best thinking up there. I felt like I was alone, I didn't have to worry about anything. It woldn't be the same with Degrassi's roof. I just hate that these thoughts won't get out of my head. And Fiona you're so fucked up! - You even had to go to rehab because of your relationships! What she said rang threw my head repeating over and over. I am fucked up. Aren't I?

Thoughts have been ruined by a stupid cell phone. I should have put it on silence.

Terrible news Fi.It was a text from my brother. Hmm. I wonder what's so terrible. Is it that the girl he cheated on Holly J with, cheated on him? If I was myself I would have laughed at that joke, but right now I wasn't Fiona Coyne, I felt like a stranger, I felt like people knew me better than I knew myself.

What happen? I waited a minute to send it.

Bobby, he's in Toronto. My eyes widened. What the hell? I thought. Why is he here, is he following me?

Why is he here? Is he following me? DECLAN! I sent the text and almost threw my phone until I caught myself. I started crying and having uncontrollable breathing.

Fi calm down. Declan won't hurt you, he's changed. I looked at the screen in disbelief.

You don't know that! No one changes they still have a little of themself inside them! What if he hurts me Declan? I will be known as the crazy girl again! Won't I? I sent the text in pure frustration. Why is this happening to me?

He won't hurt you, you have Holly J. she will be there for you. I shook my head wiping the tears away.

But Holly J. can only do so much protecting! She has a life ya know! I kept wiping my face until the tears stop, I even threw my head back trying to make the tears stop coming down, but they weren't going away!

Believe In- "Fuck you Declan!" I didn't continue reading the text I was so pissed off I didn't want to finish it would just make me more upset.

I finally wiped all the tears away, well, not all, but atleast I could see clearly now. But I wish I hadn't. Not so far away from me I saw him the male figure standing talking to Tinsley.

"Oh. My. God." I mumbled. Bobby just slapped her, why? Yeah, people do change, to a new punch bag! I just stared at them as she fell to the ground in tears, holding her cheek.

"Please, stop!" She said loud enough for me to hear. I'm guessing he did it more than once, today. For some reason I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Laying there, helplessly. Why was she still with Bobby? Is she still in the same situation as me? Bobby not letting her go, no matter what?

"Fiona?" My head snapped up from her and I saw Bobby looking at me. I turned and ran as fast as I could, but I had this feeling that this isn't going to be the last I hear of Bobby Beckonridge.

My vision got blocked as the tears came down again. I stopped and wiped my tears quickly, in hope Bobby didn't follow me and he stayed with Tinsley. Not that I hate her its just I had enough of Bobby, I don't want anything to do with him, anymore and apparently she does if she was with him in the first place!

I heard a horn blow, knocking me out of my thoughts. I quickly turned my head to the noise, it was a car. I felt like I was glued to the street. Wide eyed and helpless, almost like Tinsley when Bobby hit her.