𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, adam reed

rule 2 • she's worse than whatever you're imagining

"that's great."

quickly, his mother stepped to the side so i could enter the house.

"he's right down there, eating breakfast. there's some extra if you're hungry." the woman reminded. "i should be back by 7 pm. just please make sure he gets his homework done."

"of course! stay safe." i smiled.

she nodded, and closed the door behind her as she left.

my face fell, and i walked down the short set of stairs to see adam, who was glaring at me.

"happy to see me?" i asked.

"more than ever." he said sarcastically.

"good." i said, and pulled out my phone.

every time i babysat him, it always went the exact same. every time.

i'd get there, sit on my phone as he ate breakfast, and just sit on the couch for the next 7 hours as he stayed locked in his room.

it was a win-win situation.

but only for me.

so maybe it wasn't a win-win situation.

adam stood from the table, taking the plate to the sink and scrubbing at it with a soapy sponge as he glared at me from afar.

"you're so obsessed with me, it's weird." i said, blowing the bubblegum bubble.

i looked up from my phone to stare back at him.

"don't look at me like that." he scoffed, and put the plate away.

"like what?" i said, rolling my eyes.

he ignored my response, and walked up calmly to his room.

i spent the next few hours alone, mindlessly scrolling through my phone.

all of my friends were busy with all of my other friends.

they were all hanging out, and i was stuck having to babysit adam.

which fucking sucks.

even though i'm never really directly in his presence, knowing he's in the area makes me want to projectile vomit on him.

i hate him with a passion.

and i hope everyone knows that.

you know, i really wish there was something else i could do to ruin his life.

i headed upstairs, searching for adams room.

until now, i'd never decided to follow him, so i had no idea where it was.

eventually, one of the doors i opened ended up being his.

"what do you want?" he asked, as soon as i stepped in.

"money." i said simply.

he looked up from his comic book, leaning on his pillow.

"you're so obsessed with money, it's crazy." he said, and flipped through the pages once more.

"at least i have money. you're broke." i defended myself.

"yeah, because i'm 12. i don't have a job, because i'm not old and rotting like you."

"i'm gonna go broke up with my boyfriend and ignore his texts as revenge for what you just said to me."

"that hurts nobody but him. and you don't even have a boyfriend."

"yes i do."

"no you don't."

"his names elias."

"stupid name."

"but he's hot. unlike you."

"i bet he smells like feet."

"i bet you don't shower."

"i shower!"

"then use deodorant bitch."

"you actually need therapy."

"you need to leave this room and stop being a discord moderator."

"you sound dumb as hell saying moderator."

"kill yourself, adam."

"you first."

"like a group activity. team bonding. teamwork makes the dream work. we can drive off a cliff in my car since you're broke and don't have a car."

"that's illegal."

adam grabbed his phone, staring at it for a good 5 minutes while i searched around his desk for a charger.

"can you get out like you said you would?" adam asked, eyes glued to his phone.

"sure!" i said, with a fake grin.

i snatched the charger from off of his desk, and walked our, slamming the door behind me.

an instagram notification went off.

i opened it.

again, another post from the stupid rumor account.

'did you guys know that cherry paid for fame? that bitch is definitely part of the illuminati.'

why would i be part of the illuminati... who runs this dumbass account?

right. adam.

stupid, dumb, annoying, broke, silly, goofy, friendless bitch.

that's why he smells like shit.

i stormed down the stars, plugged my phone into the outlet, and sat on the couch for the next few hours while i stared out the window at the forest.

luckily, his mom returned.

she paid me and i left.

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adam's mom waved off cherry, who gave a grin and sat in the limo.

she watched, until the car was out of sight.

adam grabbed his charger from off the table, where it was neatly wrapped up, with a sticky-note saying 'thank you for letting me borrow your charger! <3'

"i'm gonna buy a new charger." adam said, throwing it on the couch.

"adam. she's a nice girl." his mother repeated her statement from this morning.

"she's not! she's so rude. she's the worst person i've ever met."

"i'm sure you're exaggerating. she can't be that bad."

"she is that bad! she's worse than whatever you're imagining."