𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, adam reed

rule 10 • my lowest, my highest, my everything. he was the one constant

"you look like you've showered for the first time in years! you look decent!"

"i don't shower? you're the one who sits on your ass and plays video games all day. besides, i always look good."

"i wouldn't say that."

"whatever, i'm going on a date!"

"a date? with who?"

"nosy bitch."

"i don't care! i'm just wondering."

"wonder in your room with the door shut, far away from me."

"i would. but it's my house. so you can leave."

"no thanks, not when your mom"s fine ass is paying me so well. i would endure a painful lifetime with you, just to see your hot mom."

"leave my mom alone!"

"no thanks. i already have her number."

"you're so gross."

i scoffed, unusually tired of going back and forth with him.

i always enjoyed fighting with adam; he was easily offended and would spew insults at me on loop.

then, i would just reply 'huh?' and he'd get mad.

it was so entertaining seeing him get mad.

the way his eyes darkened and it was like i could see his thoughts.

his cheeks would go slightly red from embarrassment.

i would just stare at his lips, not even listening to any of the insults he was coming up with.

adam rolled his eyes.

i stared at my reflection in the dark television screen, admiring myself.

adam turned it on, and i could no longer see myself.

i glared at him, and he just laughed.

i hate his stupid laugh.

his stupid laugh that rings in my ears. the noise is engrained into my head, like a song stuck on loop.

he's always going to be in my head. he always is.

and i hate it.

but i can never stop thinking about him.

he's like a fucking disease. i'm stuck with him forever.

i hate everything about adam reed.

i hate his stupid hair that falls into place perfectly and frames his face.

i hate his stupid, bright pink, soft-looking lips.

i hate his flannel sweaters, i hate the way he talks to me, i hate the way he looks at me, i hate him.

i hate how he knows how to get under my skin.

he always has a stupid, creative insult prepared. he comes up with them faster than i can blink.

he knows me. he knows me so well.

every inch of my being is memorized into his brain.

i hate how he knows more about me than my friends.

he knows my favorite flavor of bubblegum; strawberry. my favorite candy; gummy peach rings.

my favorite place, animal, movie, season, holiday, book, flower.

i'm stuck in his mind.

i hate him so much, but he's basically my friend.

i hate that he's the one who sees me cries.

he's the one who sees me everyday.

he's seen me everyday for the last few years. he's seen me at my lowest, my highest, my everything. he was the one constant.

i hate how i can't distance myself away from him.

to me, adam was the rain.

so pretty when you're looking at it, or listening to it. but when you're standing in the middle of it, it gets you sick.

i pulled a necklace doug of my purse, flipping it around and opening the clip.

whatever i tried, i couldn't get the necklace together.

adam laughed. "do you need some help?"

"i don't need anything from you." i declared, shoving the necklace back into my purse.

i looked through the bag, searching for my lipgloss, to put yet another coat on.

it was gone.

"is this yours?" adam questioned, holding up the dark pink tube.

"no shit." i reached for it, but he pulled it away. "give me my shit back."

"you know, lipgloss isn't gonna fix ugly."

"you know damn well i'm not ugly."

"you're pretty, but it doesn't matter if you have a shitty attitude."

"i don't care, as long as i'm pretty."

i checked the time, and instantly stood up.

"i have to go." i said, collecting myself.

"finally!" he took a deep breath dramatically.

i glared.

another rule of revenge; petty, small revenge is easier to start out with.

like stealing their property, or ripping their homework apart.

it's not horrible, or an unforgivable crime, but it's really annoying.

kind of like how i signed up adam for a bunch of different newsletters.

i walked over to the front door, adam mumbling something under his breath.

"don't miss me too much." i said sarcastically.

"i won't." adam said, seriously.

i stepped outside the door, taking a seat on one of the chairs on the porch.

i opened my phone.

the first notification was another rumor.

'did you know her entire families in jail? i wonder when it's her turn.'

i scrolled out of instagram, and opened my imessage. the first texted was from ray; he wasn't going to go to the date.

it was just a joke.

i immediately went to call my dad, eyes filling up with tears of embarrassment.

it was such a stupid thing to cry about; but i couldn't help it.

"hello?" my dad answered.

"hi." i said.

"hi! how was your date?"

"it didn't happen."

"why, what's up?"

"i don't wanna talk about it, please just pick me up. i don't wanna be here anymore."

"i'm on my way."

i hung up the phone.

adam stood in the doorway. "did he cancel because of your shitty attitude?"

why was he always the one who saw me at my worst?

i turned to look at him, wiping my eyes.

his face fell.

"shut the fuck up." i shoved past him, going back inside to grab my bag that i'd left on the couch.

i spotted adams inhaler on the ground.

without thinking, my heel slammed down on it.

"hit a nerve." adam said, staring at his crushed inhaler, pieces scattered all over the floor,