Go back to your perfect little life.
How easy it was for him to say this sentence!
If only he knew.
I sat there on my bed, hugging my knees, wearing Mom's old T-shirt and sobbing silently. He didn't know how excruciatingly painful it was to watch my mother slowly wither away. A part of me died when she took her last breath. Another part of me died when I watched my father cry like a baby on her funeral.
There were many times when I wanted her on my side, I needed her on my side. The day I lost my mother, I lost my best friend too. My childhood ended that day and at the age of 12, I grew up.
Perfect! Another sob escaped my lips.
"Come in Alicia. Adam will be here soon." Tiffany opened the door and let me in. She was dressed in a nude business suit which hinted that she just returned from the work. She led me to their TV lounge and we both sat down on a mahogany couch.
After what happened last night, I was a little nervous to meet him. So I sat there silently, playing with the hem of my shirt.
"Is Adam giving you a hard time?" she asked when she noticed my nervousness.
"Uh.. Nothing I can't handle." I replied.
"It's not his fault you know. After what happened with him, he... He just.." she stopped in her sentence.
"What happened?" I asked curiously.
"Nothing you should be concerned about." his deep voice hit my ears and I looked behind me, only to find Adam standing near the door.
"Adam we were just-" Tiffany tried to speak.
"Don't bother." he said dryly and turned around to leave. From the tone of his voice, he sounded seriously pissed.
"Do I need to give you a printed invitation?" his voice was directed at me. I immediately straightened up and followed him to his room.
"You don't have to be rude with her." I whispered once we were inside his room. He chose not to reply and seated himself on the bed. I looked at him with disappointment and then flopped down beside him.
"Here. I tried solving the questions Mrs. Dale gave us." I passed him the notebook which he assessed.
"Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong." he said as his gaze moved downwards. "Correct. Sorry my bad, again wrong."
"Huh? How is that possible?" I half-yelled and snatched it away from him.
"Your condition is far worse than I assumed." he taunted, tearing the page off and I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
Cocky son of a bagel.
For the next half an hour, he helped me solve the questions. By helped, I mean taunted me to a point where I was willing to tear his face apart. I had realized that my basics were quite weak and he was, in fact, a genius. A rude, condescending genius actually.
"Why aren't you coming to the party?" I asked when I found him engrossed in his own work.
"I don't owe you any explanation." he retorted without bothering to look at me.
"Ssshhh." he hummed.
I rolled my eyes and scooted a little closer to him to take a peek on his work. Our little fingers accidentally touched and he jerked his hand away instantly. I exhaled and created some distance between us.
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Someone Like AdamTeen Fiction
"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complai...