Now Imogen sat there on her stoop, staring at the different pieces in her lap, tears running down her face as she tried to figure out which piece went where. The whole reasoning behind Eli's anger, thinking that Imogen had been cheating on him was confusing her more than anything else. She knew Eli had issues; she knew that when they had begun dating. Why, though, would he suddenly accuse her of cheating? Clearly he saw something that she didn't. Most importantly, why did he assume it was Fiona? Sure, Imogen didn't have many friends at Degrassi, but just because Fiona was a friend didn't mean that they were seeing each other behind Eli's back. There had been whispers, looks from other students but Imogen had just assumed they were rumors. Imogen began to think back to recent events, trying to figure out what Eli may have seen that she hadn't.

Certain memories surfaced; glances, casual touches, but one memory stood out in Imogen's mind. It was just a few nights ago, when she went to Fiona's apartment to study for their upcoming exam.

Imogen bounced excitedly in front of the entry to Fiona's loft, her high checkered black high tops twisting anxiously on the cement floor. Fiona always kept her waiting, whether it be going to class before the bell rang, or something as simple as opening the door.

"Bonsoir!" Fiona stated as she pulled open the large door, inviting Imogen inside.

"Why thank you, slow poke!" Imogen said with a grin, stepping past Fiona and into the spacious loft.

"So, I brought over all of my notes from the day you were absent;" Imogen started, lifting her book bag off her shoulder and laying it onto Fiona's couch before plopping herself beside it, "luckily it was mostly boring stuff that we'll never really need, like how to balance a check book. I mean most people don't even know what a check looks like anymore, much less how to use it." Imogen continued, as she pulled out all of her notes from the class.

Fiona walked over to the couch, still in her blue collared shirt and khaki skirt from today's class. "Do we really have to study about silly stuff that we'll never need?" she asked, sliding herself onto the couch beside Imogen. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all about life skills but I'm also about life skills that matter and balancing a checkbook is not in that list." Fiona inhaled deeply before letting out a long sigh and falling back onto the couch.

Imogen, quick to play her part in any role presented, mimicked Fiona's actions and fell back onto the couch as well, so that their heads were side by side and their bodies lay opposite one another. They both stared at each for a moment, before erupting into a fit of giggles.

"Tell me, miss Imogen, how is it dating the most mysterious boy in school?" Fiona asked as the giggling subsided.

Imogen paused, before turning to face Fiona, "Why do you ask?" she questioned, a look of confusion replacing her smile.

"I don't know, just curious I guess; after all, you are my two best friends!" Fiona added, although something in her voice sounded slightly off.

"Um, well it's okay. We have our issues, but I'm sure every couple has them." Imogen stated. "Eli… he can be a bit… unpredictable." Imogen thought back to the way he had reacted when she had shown him the mural she had created for his mental illness.

It was Fiona's turn to be confused. "Unpredictable how?" she asked, "Did he do something to hurt you?" Fiona knew that Eli, when not on his medicine, could be extreme and do extreme things.

"No, no, that's not what I mean!" Imogen backpedaled, "He just tends to get out of control when there is an issue that he is upset about or doesn't agree with. It's nothing that I can't deal with. Like I said, every couple has their issues." Imogen felt Fiona staring at her, so she finally braved the courage to stare back.

"Imogen, if anything ever happens, you know I'm always here for you, okay?" Fiona asked, staring into Imogen's deep eyes, letting her own eyes become an open window for her feelings. "I only wanted to give you what you wanted when I tried to set you two up. If I had known that he was going to act like that, I never would have attempted to put you together." Fiona paused, her heart thumping in her chest, "You're amazing, Imogen, and you deserve the best."

Imogen felt her own heart flutter; she wasn't sure what was going on in her mind, although she could tell that emotionally, her relationship with Fiona was changing. Imogen saw Fiona's sweet blue eyes drift from her own, down her face and spy her lips. Almost as though she had no control over her own body, she felt an invisible magnet pull her towards Fiona's face.

BEEP BEEP!

Just as they were a breath away from one another, Imogen's phone went off, sending both of them off the couch at light speed.

"Oh," Imogen began her heart pounding in her chest and phone beeping loudly in her pocket, "I didn't realize how late it was getting!" She shouted a bit too loudly the confusion of what just happened hitting her like a train.

"Right, of course." Fiona stated softly from where she stood behind the sofa, "I totally forgot about studying."

Imogen looked down at her phone, which showed 5 texts from Eli, all of them asking Imogen where she was. Imogen knew he was upset by the amount of texts he had sent in such a short period of time, which meant a night of explaining and trying to calm him down… which meant a Fiona-less night.

"Fi…" Imogen whispered, looking towards the girl across the end of the sofa, "I'm sorry, it's Eli, he's upset. I should go and make sure everything is okay. But I'll leave the notes here for you, I don't need them." Imogen scooped up the rest of her belongings and dropped them in her bag before sliding it onto her shoulder.

"Thank you," Fiona stated, finally coming out of the trance she had been in, "these will definitely come in handy. Let me know if you need anything… like I said, I'm always here for you."

Fiona walked over to the door where Imogen now stood. She reached out and gently pulled the smaller girl into a quick hug, hoping to recover from her almost-misstep.

Imogen pulled back and smiled at the girl. "Goodnight, Fiona." And with that she pulled the door shut behind her, leaving all emotions she had just experienced behind, as well as a sad looking, beautiful socialite.