Adam was always finding new ways to torture me in public. Whether it was placing a hand a little too far up my thigh or brushing across my chest, he was always plotting. I don't know where Adam got off on torturing me, but he's gotten really good at not getting caught. At first, it was just touches here and there in a room full of people or our group of friends, but over the last few months in our "relationship," he's gotten bolder. Just the other day we were sitting in the library as I studied for one of the biggest tests of the year. My anxiety was already through the roof and I made sure to tell Adam just how anxious I was. He understood it, too. It made it ten times easier when I told Adam how I felt, but that wasn't always the case. Back when we were just friends, I held in my anxiety from everyone, but that was harder to do with varsity always around you constantly. Eventually I told Adam all about my struggles with anxiety and it took a load off of my chest. But I digress.
Adam knew just how anxious I was, but sometimes he would do the very thing to push me over the edge. As I say in the library as far into a corner as I could be, Adam Banks in all his glory sat down next to me. At first I didn't acknowledge him as the fear of exams had already set in and Adam hated not being paid mind to. He gripped my hand but I pulled away and that was my first mistake. His hand slowly trailed down to my knee and squeezed, but I tried to ignore it until he completely pulled my thoughts away from studying as his hand had found my dripping core underneath my skirt. The library wasn't necessarily full, but a few people were still people. Adam has never infuriated me more than he did that day.
For the next few days, I was so angry at him that I almost didn't talk to him at all. He knew how socially awkward I was and that confrontation, if we were caught, would've sent me off into another world. Don't get me wrong, sex and activities related to such with Adam never made me uncomfortable, but I was never one to do things like that in public. Even I had to admit, it was pretty fun, just wrong place, wrong time. Adam had lots of fun trying to make it up to me, but try as he might, he failed to get anything in return. The way he tortured me was nothing compared to the torture he got. For a solid week, I wore the most scandalous clothes that I could get away with at school. Everyday Adam would drool and everyday Adam would go without giving into him. I didn't need any crazy senses to know that it drove Adam crazy.
Today I wore a black pleated skirt that was just short enough for me to get away with, a burgundy crop top that didn't plunge as deep. A cardigan I stole from Connie covered my arms as I sat in my usual corner of the library, catching up on some of the work I've missed because of our regular Eden hall problems. As I turn the page of my textbook, a body plops down in a chair beside me, but it isn't Adam. It was Rick Riley. He had stubble across his face with a grin that would make you blood run cold and send shivers down your spine. His stare ate into my soul and I never felt more empty. Who the hell did this guy think he was? "Can I help you?"
"That depends," he said, his voice deep, but comical.
I gesture for him to continue, growing tired of him already. Not only was he creepy, he didn't catch the drift that I didn't want him their. "I've seen you around school these last couple of weeks. Alone for the most part. A pretty girl like you with that body in these clothes..."
My throat is dry as I swallow and I can already tell where this is going. "If you don't mind, I have some studying to do."
"I'm sure you can multitask..." he trails off as his hand reaches for my thigh and I freeze.
My heart is in my throat and I can't even hear myself think. Of all the shit I've had to deal with in Minnesota, trashy guys with no filters and no shame wasn't one of them. The nerve this guy had. His hand began to move up my thigh and anger replaces all the fear I had in my body. In a matter of seconds, my chair is thrown behind me and although this guy is slightly taller than me, it isn't much different from what I deal with on a weekly basis. I fight the big and the bad I'm this town— a creepy guy is nothing. My hand reaches for the collar of his shirt as I rip him out of his seat and find the closest wall the press him against. He hits it with a thud and a groan as he tries to wiggle free, but I slam him back again.
