𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, adam reed

rule 6 • because he was sitting next to me every single day

"can you pass me that salt?" i asked.

"you're eating an apple, what do you need salt for?" he judged.

"just give her it." adams mom whispered.

"can you grab it yourself?" he glared at me.

"it's right next to you." i said, pretending to frown.

adam snatched up the salt, and slammed it down onto the table.

his mother rubbed her forehead. "i'm so sorry. he usually isn't like this."

yes he is.

i hate your son and i want him to explode.

"it's okay." i smiled.

"it's okay." adam mimicked.

son of a bitch.

adams mother began, and i stopped her. "it's okay. it's fine."

i smiled at her, grabbing the salt shaker. ellie looked down, and i put the salt shaker away.

"annoying." adam said, under his breath.

his mom sighed, putting her hands on her face.

i wanted to punch adam in the face so bad.

yeah, it was funny to watch his mom yell at him to be nicer, but it was annoying to have to be nice to him.

"offer her a drink." ellie whispered.

"no." adam immediately denied.

"adam. do it." she begged.

"do you want something to drink, cher?" adam asked, in a mocking tone.

"sure!" i asked, in the sweetest tone i could manage.

adams mother motioned to the cups.

with the loudest groan physically possible, he walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a glass.

he yanked open the refrigerator, glancing down at the variety of juices.

"apple or orange?" adam questioned, in a monotone voice.

i shrugged. "uhm, apple, please."

"i'm giving you orange." adam scoffed, and began to pour the juice into the cup.

adams mom placed her head in her hands, taking a deep breath.

she knew we didn't like each other.

she just didn't know we hated each other that much.

adam set the cup down on the counter. i stood up and grabbed it gently. he shoved past me.

i spilled the drink on him purposely, gasping as if i'd done it by mistake.

"i'm so sorry!" i apologized, eyes adorned with fake fear.

"asshole!" adam said, pulling at his completely soaked shirt.

"it was an accident! i'm so, so sorry!"

"no, you're not!"

"adam!" adams mother finally had enough. "it was an accident. go up to your room and change. come back down here when you're ready to apologize."

adam, mumbling something under his breath, stormed up the stairs.

i placed a frown on my face.

"hey, it's okay. i know it was an accident. i don't know why he has a problem with you. just.. give him some time, okay? i'm sorry, again, for his attitude." adam's mother said, as if she was on the verge of tears.

i feel so bad for her.

imagine being cursed with a son like that?

"it's completely fine." i reassured.

"he.. he lost his dad not too long ago."

"i'm sorry. i didn't know that. but you lost your husband, right?"

"yeah."

"and you're not taking your anger out on me."

"i know. adams just young. he's a caring boy, i promise you. he's just hurt."

"i know."

"oh, i'm gonna be late for work! please remind adam to eat a proper dinner, to do his homework-"

"i will, don't worry about it. just make sure you get to work on time."

"okay, thank you so much! have fun!"

"i will!"

she gave me a thankful smile, quickly grabbed her purse, and headed out the door.

adam came down the stairs, with airpods in.

"you couldn't have fucking stayed up there?" i questioned, with an eye roll.

"why don't you get another job?" adam retorted with a glare.

he took a seat on the couch. i was on one end, adam was on the other.

oh my god, he's sitting across from me and not hundreds of miles away in his room. he wants me so bad.

"shut the fuck up adam. you go get a a job." i said, setting my phone down.

my phone dinged with a notification, and i instantly picked it back up.

"i'm twelve." adam reminded.

"i don't care." i said.

another rule of revenge was supposed to be shutting them out.

block and unfollow them on everything. you don't need them in your life, and you especially didn't need reminders everyday.

i did have him blocked.

but it didn't help, because he was sitting next to me every single day.

i opened instagram, checking the new rumor post. it already had one hundred likes.

all of my fans.

they need to start a club for me, because they're literally obsessed.

'cherry got adam suspended. they both suck, so it doesn't matter.'

adam thinks he's so fucking sneaky by being mean to himself and making it look like he doesn't run the account.

all of the other post captions had been compliments to him; it was really obvious.

i scoffed, throwing my phone down onto the coffee table.

"shut up." adam demanded.

"go back to sitting on your fucking greasy bed and playing video games all day." i snapped.

"i'm gonna kill myself because of you."

"me too. maybe we can jump off a cliff together."

"i would count to three and let you jump alone."

"i would predict that, and then i'd push you."

"you need to be in jail."

"i wanna be anywhere away from you, nasty ass."

"you smell like fish."

"you don't bathe."

"because i shower."

"it doesn't smell like it."

"you're such an asshole."

"i hope you get jumped."

adam was about to make a stupid ass joke, but i stood up, and he stopped.

he was confused.

"i'm gonna go check myself out in your bathroom mirror and then use your toothbrush to clean the toilet." i said, shoving my phone in my pocket.

"you're obsessed with yourself." adam judged.

"obviously. if you weren't a fucking weirdo, i'd be obsessed with you!"

"i'm not weird. you're already obsessed with me."