𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, adam reed

rule 9 • he was the only person to treat me like a human being

adam yanked out a pack of index cards from his backpack.

he began to scribble down notes onto the paper.

"i'm gonna present this, you're gonna present that." he demanded.

"no i'm not. i'm gonna present whatever i want." i rolled my eyes, scrolling through pinterest.

"can you get off your phone and do work?"

"no."

"oh my god. we're gonna fail. why couldn't i just do this by myself?"

"i would've. but i got stuck with you. you're acting like i chose you. i don't even like you."

"whatever. just memorize your shit."

"whatever."

he finished copying down his notes, and began to try to memorize them.

i didn't even look at the poster.

"alright, class. it's time for your partnered presentations. first up is adam and cherry." the teacher called out.

i groaned.

she has to hate me or something.

like, she has to want me to explode.

first, she always gives me detention. second, she always pairs me up with adam.

god, my life sucks.

i stood up, yanking the paper and heading to the front of the room.

one of my friends encouraged me from the front of the room.

"i love you!" they called out.

"i love you more!" i blew them a dramatic kiss.

adam rolled his eyes. he hated my friends. i scoffed, shoving the poster into his hands.

"you can hold it. it's my turn to read." adam commented.

i held up the poster, tapping my foot against the ground impatiently.

he read out the notes, looking between them and the class.

i began to spin the sign like those people on the street trying to convince you to buy something from them.

"can you stop?" adam whispered.

i knocked down his note cards.

another rule of revenge; do things that you know is going to piss them off, but isn't really that big of a deal.

that can be played off as an accident.

the last 10 minutes of project time hadn't been enough for adam to memorize everything, which is why he'd written them in notecards.

and i dropped them, because he got on my nerves.

now nervous, he quickly scrambled to pick up the cards and try to rearrange them.

but he hadn't numbered them.

he nervously began to read off the board, voice cracking.