Sort of a short chapter. Everything you need to know is in the past chapters. Cha bam!

A Touch Of Realism: Questions, With No Answers

I was awaken by the dream, the memory. I dreamed everything that happen that night. I really can't believe that Bobby actually took it that far. Why would he do something like that? I notice he was always mad at me, but this time he took it to far! I don't know what I'm going to do, he will just lie, like he lied last time I was with him.

I brought the glass up to my lips and took a sip. Yes, I was drinking again, right before school too. I couldn't help it! Drinking calms me down. Everyone has their addictions, mine just so happens to be drinking. If people would stop putting pressure on me and except so much from me, I wouldn't do it.

I looked over at the clock. "Time for school," I sighed. I know it's wrong to drink before going to school, but nothing happen last time I did it, so, nothing should now.

I put the glass back up to my lips and chugged the rest of the wine down. I couldn't help but smile.

School went by with no problems. No Imogen. No Dallas. No thoughts about Bobby and what happen. Sure, some people say I should do something, but I'm not because I'm just going to look like the crazy one again. I suppose I should talk to someone. I did talk to Claire, Eli, and Marisol. Nothing personal that's me, Imogen, and Dallas problems. Well, it's not really their problem they just know a lot of stuff about me and I don't really like it that much, but I needed someone and they were their when I did.

I was exiting the school when I saw Dallas. "I can't avoid him forever," I told myself.

I started walking towards him, but then I stopped. I sudden got dizzy and everything was spinning. I felt so tired, my boby felt...weak. I hate that feeling. The feeling was all to familiar.

I shook it off. "Hey Dallas," I gave him a small smile. Like before I didn't know what came over me. When Dallas turned his head, I put my hand behind his neck and kissed him, again. I don't know why but I had an urge to kiss him.

He pulled away. He looked over his shoulder at his team. "I'll see you guys inside," he waved them off. Before they went in they sent some whistles to me and Dallas. I blushed, but looked down to cover it up.

"Fiona," he looked around. "What are you doing?"

I was shocked, but I tried not to show it. "So, what happen was a one time thing?"

Dallas sighed. "Talk to me when you don't have alcohol in your system," Dallas tried to walk past, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Fiona, I would stay, but I have practice," he shook my hand off.

"But I have to talk to you," I wasn't going to give up.

Dallas shook his head. "Tomorrow."

"No, today," I could tell I was giving him a hard time. "What when we're alone you like me and then when you're with your hockey team you don't?" I crossed my arms.

"Maybe you should figure out what's going on with Imogen," he stated.

I shook my head. "No, I know what's going on between us, we're done!" I stated. "She made it pretty clear that she didn't want me, so why should I keep trying, it's like fighting for nothing!"

"That's the thing Fiona. When you're with me it's one thing, but when you're with Imogen it's another," he nodded behind me.

I slowly turned on my heel and saw Imogen there. I sighed, it can't get any more complicated.

"Two different people with two different stories," Dallas walked on side of me. "Sorry the truth hurts Fiona," he put his hands in his pocket and walked inside. Hockey is more important than anything. I guess I'm his little puck bunny and he can come to me whenever he doesn't have a girl on his arm. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey Fiona," Imogen said crossing her arms.

I sighed. "Okay, I'm done lying. Imogen the truth? Yes, I'm starting to like Dallas. Who wouldn't? Dallas is there when I need him. You weren't! You were there to tell me what was wrong! You told me what I was doing wrong! I needed my girlfriend there for me! To hold me and just listen. Dallas did that, but he didn't hold me. That's why I have thoughts what if I do date Dallas. Then I will have someone to hold me and just listen," I took a deep breath.

Imogen sighed. "Is that what you think?" Imogen shook her head. "I'm sorry, I just got so mad that you are always with him," she took my hand. "I love you Fiona and I let my stupid jealousy get the best of me."

I froze. She just told me she loved me. How am I suppose to respond to that? I don't love Imogen, I just really, really like her. Should I just lie? Or should I ignore what she said completely?

I nodded. "What is that suppose to mean?"

"Fiona, will you take me back? I don't care if you like Dallas a little. I don't care about anything that happen between you and Dallas. I'm sorry for what I said and did. So, I'm asking you, will you?"

I slowly closed my eyes and looked down. The big question, like being asked to be married, but worst. I slowly open my eyes and saw a waiting Imogen.