Well, I HAVE A FOUR DAY WEEKEND PPL!

I'm sorry but I update when I can. And this 4 day weekend is perfect.

I have resorted to using my PHONE, which compromises my grammatical integerity/dignity/ and reputation.

*face palm*

Fiona (not her POV again)

"Adam, I was so worried." Fiona said and wrapped her arms around his neck, smashing her face to his and Adam smirked in the middle of it.

"I wasn't anywhere near the bullet." he whispered as he rested his forehead on Fiona's. She was clutching Adam's shirt and her legs was over his. Adam smoothed over her hair, playing with the wavy curls, in a rare major show of sexual attraction.

"But you were unconscious and your pretty lavender shirt that you wore to match my dress was all wrinkled. You look so good in a suit." Fiona teased.

Adam smirked. "I've been told that...once or twice. No big deal." he said as Fiona let out an amused 'hn' before making their lips more swollen.

This time Adam decided to battle with her for dominance and Fiona let out a small gasp ad Adam smirked beforesnaking his tongue in. Fiona realized how predictable she was being but she couldn't help it, it was reflex.

Adam began to kiss down her jaw and Fiona dipped her head between his shoulder and neck, allowing him to ravage her neck. She clawed his beanie-clad hair and Adam smiled down at her. Fiona let out a frustrated sigh at the loss. She squeezed his beanie and Adam leaned down to her ear.

"I would love to continue Fi, but I need to go."

Fiona squeezed him tighter, refusing to let him go for such an excuse like that.

"Fiona..." Adam said and she reluctantly released him. "To the bathroom."

Fiona rolled her eyes and kissed his nose. "Hurry back. And do not die on the way."

Adam unlaced himself from her as slowly as possible and Fiona blew him a little kiss and Adam caught it, grinning a small grin.

"Excuse me, uh Fiona is it?" she heard and and Fiona sighed.

"Yes, and who are you?" Fiona sighed happily, fixing her hair. The woman gave a pinched smile and put her hands on her hips.

"Well, if you take a good guess... " the woman smirked, looking like Adam...but Adam didn't have a sister for that matter...

"No, I have nothing." she sighed.

"'Well, lemme put you out of your tiny brained misery. I'm Mrs. Torres, that's my son, and you have hickeys from him. Care to explain?"

Fiona paled but pressed on. "Tiny brained? Excuse me."

"Wait, I'm sorry, weren't you stripping in that board meeting?"

"W-well, uh- I was-"

"Didn't your friend strip in that lockdown?"

"Mrs. Torres... that's private."

"And your friend, Alli, didn't she date my Drew?"

"I didn't know her then!"

"And your other friend Bianca, don't get me started with her."

"She's not really my-"

"Is there some sort of whore allegiance at this school? Huh? Because your friend Clare looks very grabby with her boyfriend, and you.. are you the ringmaster?"

"Mom..." she heard before she could retaliate. Adam was wide eyed and Fiona looked at him. Mrs. Torres glared at her.

"Don't look at my son."

"So now he's your son."

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Torres said and Adam chose to come between them. "What do you know about my family..."

"Mom... mommy... mother..." Adam said nervously. "Fiona... Fi... sweetie... darling."

"Adam" they said and he paled. They were more alike than he thought.

That thought alone amused yet repulsed him as he atched the two most important girls in his world square off with their eyes

Next- Jenna/Bianca/KC and... Clare/Eli! And JennaxLaceyxSamuel!