𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, adam reed

rule 13 • none of the teachers believed i could do anything wrong to adam

"every day i wake up and i hope you get shot."

"you're so nice to me."

"because your life already sucks."

"you're ugly."

"i'm not ugly!"

"you're definitely not pretty."

"you literally said i was pretty the other day."

"and then i said you had a shitty personality. because you do."

"personality doesn't matter. just as long as i'm pretty, rich, and funny."

"sucks that you're none of those things."

"you need to be locked back in your cage. get out of my face. who let you out of the house?"

"i'm not a dog. at least i don't like my own posts!"

"self love is important. but you're ugly. so clearly, it's not important to you."

"you're such a bitch! i thought the whole fake image you sold to your fans was that you were all about peace and love?"

"i'm a liar. it's an evil world we live in."

"there's a special spot for you in hell."

"you'll be right by my side."

"i hope you get a life threatening disease."

"you already do, and it's listening to radio head and looking like the baby out of cocomelon."

"at least i have good music taste! you only listen to tiktok music."

"i listen to mitski, stupid ass bitch. not tiktok music. maybe if you listened to mitski i would like you."

"that's the one reason i don't listen to mitski."

"you want me to like you so bad."

all the kids began to scribble on their pieces of paper, while i stared at my blank sheet.

adam rolled his eyes.

"i definitely do." he said sarcastically. "i can't live without you."

"fuck you." i replied, pulling out my phone and opening pinterest.

i scrolled, looking for ideas of what to draw.

which defeated the entire point of the assignment, because it was supposed to be original and true to yourself.

adam snatched up my red paint.

"give me it back." i said, trying to grab it out of his hands.

"i need it, greedy." he pulled it out of reach, leaning back.

"i'm about to tackle you."

"i would dodge it so you fall and embarrass yourself."

"ugh! keep the stupid paint. i'm on pinterest, so i'm obviously too busy to deal with you."

"aw, too busy for me?"

"yes. are you flirting with me?"

"definitely."

"don't do it again."

after a few minutes of pointless scrolling and ignoring adam intentionally trying to bother me, i finally gave up my search.

i decided to just draw hello kitty.

i sketched it out, while adam and i argued a bit more, and he made fun of how bad my drawing was.

after the outline was done, i reached over for the paint.

adam made another stupid comment.

i uncapped the paint, and squeezed down on the bottle.

the pink liquid dropped down his plain white t-shirt, and i set the bottle down.

it dropped down onto the wooden stool.

"asshole!" adam said taking off the flannel shirt.

"what happened here?" the teacher approached the desk, maxi skirt swaying.

another rule of revenge; always look harmless.

i could stab adam in the leg and hide the knife, and people would still believe i didn't do it.

even if i was holding the knife.

obviously i wasn't going to stab adam.

i'd have no one to make fun of anymore!

but the teacher wouldn't believe him.

i pretended to be so nice to him. none of the teachers believed i could do anything wrong to adam.

except the other students knew it was a lie.

"i accidentally spilled paint on him. my bad." i lied.

adam rolled his eyes, motioning to his shirt.

"accidentally? it had the cap on it!" adam complained.

"adam, quiet down." the teacher said.

"why? she fucking ruined my clothes!"

"adam! you know we don't use that language in here."

"cherry always does it and nobody says anything!"

"adam, go outside in the hallway and calm yourself down, we can talk about it later."

the bell rang, and the entire class rushed out the door.

people really hate school.

including me.

"cherry, stay." the teacher called to me before i even stood up.

am i a fucking dog?

the class was empty, and the teacher led adam back in.

she motioned him to take a seat.

he glared at me, and reluctantly sat as far away from me as he could.

"okay. i want you two to talk it out. i'm gonna go get my coffee." the teacher said, and left the room.

"i'm leaning." i said, grabbing my backpack.

i shoved the rest of my stuff in it.

"i'm going first." adam said, grabbing his discarded backpack.

"you're such an ass." i shook my head.

"you're the one who threw paint at me!"

"because you were being an asshole!"

"because you're always an asshole to me!"

"because you deserve it!"

"why? because you're taking out all of your anger on me because ray ditched you?"

my face fell.

"maybe you should just go out with me." adam said sarcastically.

i glared at him.

he was using my sense of humor to insult me.

the same insults i made against him. except this time, it actually kind of hurt.

"that's not funny." i stood up, walking towards the door.

i was about to leave, but remembered something.

fuck, i left my backpack.

i quickly turned back, going towards the desk.

"back for more?" adam teased.

"it's never gonna happen." i pointed up the middle finger, tossing my backpack over my shoulder.

i went back to the door, shoving it open.

"is that a maybe?" adam grabbed his backpack, standing up.

"it's never gonna fucking happen, reed! maybe when you get some friends!" i walked away, slamming the door behind me.

adam reed is such a fucking asshole.

"she definitely wants me." adam said to himself, walking towards the door.