Loving Adam

Chapter 9

There are mainly two reasons why I'm not excited about prom. Number one, I don't think Adam would ask me to be his date given how insanely pretty Regina is. Number two, I don't think anyone would ask me to be his date, period.

So when the prom committee asks me to join, I see it as the perfect way to treat prom differently. While other girls are busy deciding which gown to wear, I will be thinking about what kind of backdrop we should put on stage. While other girls are getting their makeup and corsages on, I will be running around in sneakers making sure the auditorium is ready.

Perfect.

It's been voted that this year's theme is going to be New York. It is obviously my idea, since I am now seeing New York as 'the place where I had Adam entirely for me'. But more than half of the school seems to like that theme more than the 'Avatar' theme, so New York it is.

We are planning to design the stage like those of New York night scenes. The dance floor will resemble Central Park with an imitation of mini skating rink on the side.

Laura has volunteered to be in charge of the show rundown, which means she will be the busiest girl with the walkie talkie. She needs to pick a band to perform and she's considering one of the local bands she saw when she went to a pub with her brother.

"Do you want to accompany me see them playing tomorrow night?" she asks, "You can sleep over at my place after."

"Okay," I nod. "That sounds fun."

"Cool," she says, "And please dress to the nine since we're going to a pub. Shall I ask Regina to come along?"

I shrug, "If you want."

"Okay. See you tomorrow then!"

We wave goodbye and she runs inside her house. I continue walking, feeling the cold air crippling inside my shirt.

I couldn't care less about prom at this point. I am more concerned about Harvard and the fact that I've gotten in. I haven't told my parents because it seems to me they're having cold feet about me going to such expensive school and I'll be far away from them.

"Hi, I'm home," I say, stepping inside the house. 

No one replies, so I figured my mom is not home. 

Then I hear someone knocking on the door. I turn around and open the door.

It's Adam.

"Hey," he says.

I was stunned. "What are you doing here?"

"I am hungry," he says.

"And?"

"And that's it, I am hungry. Is there anything you can do about it?" he smirks

I should ask him to leave. I should ask him to leave.

"I was just going to fix me some lunch," I push the door opened for him.

He smiles again and follows me inside. Soon, we find ourselves sitting in the kitchen. I fix us ham and cheese sandwiches and pour him some soda.

"This is so good Hart, thanks," he says, "I'm so hungry. I didn't have lunch today cos I used the time for practice."

"I had lunch with your girlfriend today," I tell him.

He looks surprised. "I didn't know you guys were friends."

"Well, she approached me. She said she needed someone to share stories about you. She thinks I know you that well," I smirk.