𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, adam reed

rule 14 • accept the fact that not everyone is gonna fucking like u

if he came downstairs, i was probably gonna vomit. hopefully on him.

i took a sip of my coffee, enjoying the silence while i texted my friends.

as usual, my peace had to interrupted by adam.

he bolted down the stairs, searching for something.

i rolled my eyes, ignoring him and his loud clanging through drawers.

adam eventually gave up.

he just took a seat on the stool near the counter, a few feet away from me.

unusually, i didn't make any comments.

i loved to insult adam at any chance i got.

i just didn't have it in me today.

i was so mad at him.

all the other days, all the other times i hung out with him, i could control myself.

our conversations were half normal, despite the fact we were arguing every two seconds.

we could never stop arguing.

adam always had a new stupid comment, a new stupid insult, or a new stupid critiscm.

one day he didn't like how my hair looked.

the next day thought my handwriting was bad.

it was just constant problems and comments that annoyed me.

but even though we fought, i'd still talk to him the next day.

but not anymore.

i didn't want to talk to him.

he made me sick to my stomach. i wanted to punch him right in the teeth.

looking at him made me wanna poke my eye balls out.

my bad mood worsened.

whenever i got mad at adam, he'd smile.

he didn't take me seriously. it was just a smile, but still, it made me so angry.

giving him the satisfaction of knowing he made me angry, annoyed the shit out of me.

he made me want to transport into a different reality.

to explode and cease to exist.

to become one with the stars and leave it all behind.

life was bland.

and adam made it worse.

he'd become such an asshole, and only to me.

he'd tried to be kind to me and i hadn't accepted it.

he saved me from being bullied and in return, i bulled him.

of course he was gonna become an asshole to me.

but still, it annoyed me.

he was a nice boy. he'd never done anything wrong, only spread kindness and had tried to help me.

and maybe that made me mad.

maybe it made me mad because adam hated me because he knew i wouldn't change.

that i'd gone from being bullied to being the bully and it filled me with shame.

but maybe he shouldn't have started that account.

maybe i would've been kinder to him and learned my lesson, or some bullshit about being the bigger person.

but now i didn't care, because adam posted a rumor about me every day to some account with thousands of followers.