A/N: I don't own Degrassi or the lovely Holly J or Fiona or their shared piece of lingerie. I've been meaning to write a Fiona/Holly J fic since...I first saw Fiona and was like "WOW she is hot" and then realized she was a cool character to boot. Hope you enjoy.
"I found this one stripping!" the cop who was gripping me by the coat yelled for everyone to hear.
I looked past Mr. Simpson's horrified face, trying to find Anya. She and Leia were standing by a car (their car?) holding hands, looking as confused as anyone. When my eyes caught Anya's, she took me in and then took Sav in. She had known we were a couple before, but she hadn't actually seen us...caught in the act.
Please be mad at me, I thought. My once best friend's eyes were empty. No anger. No jealousy. Not even shock. No. Anya totally expected this from me, and something told me she had expected it since we were sophomores and I tried to break them up. It almost looked like she pitied me, and as soon as I registered it she turned away with Leia and they both got in someone's car to escape this mess.
"Oh shit," I said under my breath.
Sav must have thought I was upset about the other million things I had to be upset about. He put his arm comfortingly around my shoulder and said, "I am so sorry. This is totally my fault."
The old Holly J who liked messing with him might have agreed and told him not to forget it. In this case, Sav taking the blame was just so pathetic, so stupid I could barely allow it.
"Your fault?" I looked at him incredulously. "I'm the one who did a strip tease in an empty classroom after promising Mr. Simpson nothing would go wrong. It wouldn't exactly be fair to blame you for all this."
Sav frowned. "Yeah well I didn't exactly discourage you."
No, he didn't. He stared at my body like a slightly hornier version of the lovesick puppy that he was and it scared me a little. Not because male hormones were something I couldn't handle, but because of the earlier mentioned lovesick eyes he used to have only for Anya. I liked the idea of Sav, the idea of fun and forgetting and comfort, but I didn't like the idea that he was in love with me. That one more boy had his hopes on winning Holly freaking J's incredibly fickle heart.
"It wasn't your fault, Sav," I said firmly.
He put his arm around me, keeping everyone from looking. "Come on, Alli," he said to his sister, who I didn't even notice was there.
"Wow," Alli sighed. "I never thought I'd see the day when my own brother was more of a gentleman than my boyfriend."
I tried to remember who Alli was dating. It couldn't have been Johnny DiMarco because I was pretty sure he graduated and never came around here anymore. Maybe some other guy. Who knew?
"Sweetie, what happened?" I asked.
I used to hate Alli after she got every last person I knew to join a group saying they hated me, but in the end it didn't get her what she wanted. She lost Johnny and I went on to regain my popularity and win the hearts of both Declan and Sav. I really had no right to hate Alli anymore.
"Do you actually care?" Alli asked.
"Alli," Sav reprimanded.
"Whatever," she pouted. "I know your girlfriend hates me."
I could see her eye makeup running in the rearview mirror. "Alli, we've been over this..."
"If you hated me, you'd make a Face Range page and get over four hundred people to join and talk about how much they hated you and wanted you dead," Alli recited.
"Look, I can forget that if you can," I said. "I think when we get back from break, we'll all have enough else to worry about. So, what's eating you?"
"Well that's nice of you to ask, Holly J," she forced the words out. "But I don't really wanna talk about it."
"It's cool," I said. "Does your dad know you're giving me a ride?"
Sav flashed a charming smile. "He knows I'm giving the student council vice president a ride. And what else he doesn't know won't hurt him."
I remembered hearing Anya complaining time and again about how awful it was that he wouldn't tell his parents about her. How she worried that it meant he didn't like her, how she wished she could date someone honest and open. With Declan, I was like that. With Sav, I couldn't care less.
We pulled into a gas station parking lot so I could change back into my dress from that night, but I knew nothing I did was going to put my hair back into the tiara. Alli came back with me and tried, but it was sloppy at best.
"I wish we didn't have to just go straight home," I said. "I'm a little too embarrassed to face my mom."
Alli rolled her eyes. "Luckily you have two whole weeks for everybody to forget what happened."
I wanted to offer her some words of encouragement before I got out of the car, but nothing came to mind. I said goodbye to Sav, took my stuff, walked up three flights of stairs to our apartment.
"Holly J," my mother said. "How was the dance? What happened to your hair?"
She was sitting on the one couch we had left with curlers in her hair. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for a job," she said, quickly returning her attention to the computer.
"At one in the morning?" I asked.
"Things are rough at the call center right now," she said. "Seems like nobody has hail damage these days, and if they do they certainly don't want me to send a contractor out to take a look at it. If I don't get eight appointments on Monday I'm in trouble."
"Trouble?" I echoed. I knew call center jobs were never secure, but I tried to tell myself that a Sinclair could talk anyone into anything. My mother was strong, she'd pull through.
"It's nothing for you to worry about," she said, like she always did. "I'm keeping my options open. T.W. Storms isn't the only call center in Toronto."
I shuddered, thinking about spending all day in a chair with a headset, talking to people during dinner. Even my job was better than that sounded. "Well is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"Just do your best," she said. "That's all I ask."
Really, I doubted being dragged out of a room mostly-naked by a cop in the middle of a dance I was supposed to be running would count as my best to her. "Well, okay then," I said awkwardly. "I'm going to go see if Fiona's on. See how she's doing."
My mother raised an eyebrow. "What happened to your hair?"
"Oh," I half-smiled. "Uhm...I uh...got..."
"Carried away with Sav?" she guessed.
I couldn't deny it anymore. "Maybe," I said. "You told me you wanted me to start being more realistic and stop chasing after some prince. Sav's not a prince, Mom. He's realistic and he has goals."
"I never said there was anything wrong with Declan," she said. "I just wanted to make sure you were making the choices you were making for you and not for a boy."
I sighed. "I'm not going to make any life-changing decisions for Sav. He's a great guy and we like being together. That's all."
"I just don't want to see you get hurt," she sighed.
"You sound like Fiona," I murmured, as I walked a few paces to the cubby hole that was now my room and threw myself onto the bed that took up a good third of it. After I got out of my itchy dress and hose I did some scratching and sighing in relief before I fell back onto the bed, holding the bag from earlier. The corset was smooth and satiny, a texture I was embarrassed to admit I loved. It wasn't the kind of thing I'd usually own and I was surprised when I found out Fiona owned it. But it unmistakably smelled like her, and I started to feel a little guilty for wearing her lingerie to get Sav.
Even if that was why she gave it to me.
Well, technically she gave it to me as something to remember her by. It still made me wonder why she wanted me to remember her I wondered where she was right now. If her mom was treating her well. If things were awkward between her and Declan. If the Bobby thing was stressing her out. I opened my computer and before I could load Skype, remembered I was naked. Feeling stupid, I grabbed a nightgown out of my chest of drawers.
She was idle when I logged on, but I called her anyway.
"Hey, Holly J. How was the dance?" she asked.
"Awful," I said. "It was a good thing you missed it."
"Awful, what happened?" she asked. "Do I have to beat up Sav for you?"
I laughed, realizing how much she probably wanted to do that. "No, no. Nothing like that. Just..." I thought about telling her about the guy who brought a knife and ruined everything, but realized she had enough to worry about. "When you're on student council everyone's drama becomes your problem. Anyway, how are you?"
"Okay," Fiona said. "Declan won't stop asking about you."
"Well tell him I said that right now is about you. You're facing Bobby and that's more important," I said.
She smiled. "Don't worry. He's been good to me too. So what did you wear to the dance?"
"Just a classic black Audrey Hepburn dress," I told her. "Why, what were you hoping I'd wear?"
"Hoping?" she laughed. "Hey, that's for you to do with what you like."
"Oh come on," I said. "You totally wanted to see pictures in the yearbook."
"Pictures of you in my very hot dress," she giggled.
"In your very hot lingerie," I corrected.
"Don't worry, sweetie," she said. "I'm not the Coyne who wants you."
"Ouch," I said it playfully, but I couldn't pretend it didn't sting a little. "Well speaking of the Coyne who does want me, is he..."
"He doesn't have a girlfriend, he's not messing around, he's single as can be," Fiona said. "Everything's completely back to normal between us."
Remembering my shock when she kissed him on the dance floor, that didn't sound too good. "Wow...is everything okay?" I asked.
"We're good," she said. "I stress to him about the court case, he stresses to me about you, win win."
I wasn't convinced, but I didn't push it.
"Well I kind of feel bad," I said. "He should be having fun. I mean there have got to be tons of girls pining after Declan," I said.
"Doesn't mean he's pining back," Fiona said. "When Coynes fall, we fall hard."
Familiar lips were kissing me, and they weren't Sav's. They were Declan's. Sav's kisses were fine and they made me blush a little from how nervous, careful, and just down to Earth they were. I could see why Anya liked him so much. She didn't like controlling people. She didn't like having to fight. She just liked feeling safe and comfortable with someone, being free to be awkward and clumsy together. Declan's kisses were assertive, authoritative. He once told me I was different from other girls because I didn't let him be in charge. I stood up for myself and demanded an equal relationship. I demanded respect and because of that, he respected me.
Fiona approached, looking disgusted like she did when she "caught" us at her party in New York. But this time her hair was down and she was wearing the lingerie we...shared.
"You two are so gross," Fiona pulled me by the arm, out of Declan's embrace.
"If anything's gross, it's your jealousy, and frankly it's a little bit in appropriate," I said.
She said words I knew I had heard before. "You want inappropriate?"
But instead of grabbing Declan, her lips were on mine, the satin of her corset pressed against the satin of my dress. Her kiss was almost violent and what could have been a shriek turned into a muffled moan into her mouth. It took me a moment to regain my footing, to even try to kiss back.
I kissed back.