Annoying Adam

The Second Note

Well, again, I tried to. He seemed to have a way to catch me before I could leave dramatically. Adam reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me back. There was a fire in his eyes, and I fought not to look cowed.

"Sit right here," he growled at me, "and listen to what I'm going to say. Or it will get very unpleasant for you, very fast."

I sat back down where I had been earlier, then pulled the blanket over me and fought to look nonchalant.

"My father leads one of the biggest mafia groups in the entire US. I wasn't saying that you couldn't handle one or two or even three of them, but when they come at you in groups of seven or more, there's no way your defense could keep you on your feet and safe for that long, let alone escape from them."

I looked at him, and he actually looked genuinely concerned for me. That's when I decided to help him out.

I softened my look and scooted over towards him. I laid one hand on his shoulder and said, "Okay. I'm sorry. It's just-ever since That Day, everyone has been treating me like I was going to break if they said one wrong word. True, I had these days where everything was so bad, if anyone even mentioned something that sounded like his name, I would get a dark cloud and lots of flashbacks, but I'm pretty good now."

Except for the occasional flashback. And other things. But I wasn't going to descend into darkness anymore; I was stronger than that.

That's when the creepy part on the movie played. I buried my face into Adam's side and whispered, over and over again, "I'm sorry, Adam."

He tensed for a couple seconds, then stroked my back, slowly and soothingly. And that's how I fell asleep.

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I woke up in a strange room, and the first thing that came to my mind was, Oh, boy, Mom's gonna murder me.

Which, actually, was good. I didn't think about That One Day, or anything related to it. And then I realized where I was.

Adam's room. Wonderful. Had I finally given in to his demands? Well, not really demands, but more like innuendos and really hot-whoa there teenager hormones. It was a school day. I needed into the house. What time was it?

That's when I saw the date. Valentine's Day. Wonderful. We had a dance on a Monday night. And I wasn't anywhere near ready for school.

Apparently, at this school, you couldn't even have a tardy to go to a school dance. And anyone who even gave a little crap about their social status went. There was no way some little freshman nerd was going to be higher than me on that chart. I rolled off the bed and crept downstairs. Adam's mom was already gone, and I didn't see anybody. I wonder where Adam w-

I slowly turned around, and there he was, shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

I covered my eyes as my cheeks flamed. I tried my hardest not to ogle him, and that was getting really hard, so I turned around and ran out the door, into the cold snow, and unlocked the house with the key hanging on my belt loop.

Then I rushed upstairs and took a shower, changed clothes, and rushed back downstairs. I grabbed an apple, let Angel figure out what she was going to do, planted a kiss on Lizzy's head, and ran back upstairs. I shoved a dress into my bag, in case I didn't have time after work, threw it onto my back, and then I rushed downstairs and grabbed my keys off the key rack. I munched on my apple on the way down to the garage, then quickly finished it off and threw it into the garbage can.

Whew. I took a deep breath, swung my leg over the bike, and kicked up the kickstand. Putting on a warm jacket and some boots, (yes, I walked down here in just socks) I started up the bike and reversed onto the road.

I would have done some donuts if I hadn't been so pressed for time. So, instead, I toed the speed limit all the way to school.

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What in the world?

I had just opened my locker after parking my bike and walking to the aforementioned locker, when I saw the note.

I said to stay away from my son. You didn't listen. Now you're going to have to pay. Show this note to anyone, and it will be even worse.

-F 

I was really scared. How did he know who I was, what my locker was, and- oh. This was Adam's dad. The mafia had their ways. That's what I figured, anyways. And, if I was going to 'have to pay,' how much worse could he make it? Heck, I had already been raped.

Omigosh. I said it. I hadn't been able to say that since it had happened. (I literally just stared at the computer sadly, under the realization that some people may never get to do that. A moment of silence for them please. Now, continue with the story!) Okay, but now I needed to focus.

Adam's dad was going to do something. So I needed to see Adam. I had plenty of time before school. I hadn't realized I had been this early.

So I sent him a text saying that I needed to see him ASAP, then sat down to clean out my locker. Something that would soothe my nerves and OCD. Plus, it was really messy and gross.

I smiled sadly at the stacks of old graded papers, and whispered, "Goodbye," right before my phone buzzed angrily.

"Geez," I said to it. "Didn't realize you had started to bond with those papers. But you need to get over it, because they are leaving you. Forever."

I was seriously becoming crazy- I was talking to papers and my phone. How weird was- no, that actually seemed pretty normal for this school.

I smiled to myself as I read the text he just sent me.

So eager 2 see me after this morning? Just when I thought I had given u enough. -A

Ur so greedy. -A

I rolled my eyes after the next one. That was so not true.

I replied to him.

Got enough ego there bud? -S

I heard the buzz behind me. I swiveled around from my seat on the floor and watched as Adam tried to peer down my shirt.

"Ew, you creep!" I yelled at him. Freaking teenage boys.

I grabbed my papers and calmly tossed them into the trash, then grabbed the paper from where it was and handed it to Adam calmly.

And then I waited for his reaction. I was expecting anger, maybe some cussing and rude gestures.

But I wasn't expecting Adam to slam his fist into the locker next to mine and start talking in another language.

"Oh mi dios de mierda . Él alcanzó a mí otra vez, wh- necesito escapar. Necesito pensar. yO- (Oh my f*cking God. He's caught up to me again, wh- I need to get away. I need to think. I-)" he said, before reverting to English. "I need to leave, okay? Don't look for me, don't try to run. He will find you, and you will die."

And with that, he left me alone, in the middle of the hallway, scared and confused.

Short chapter, I know, but I updated. Be happy for me, please, okay?

Interviewer: What took so long for this update?

CJ: I-well, I've been introduced to roleplaying, peasant. Why do you want to know?

Interviewer: Wel-

CJ: Actually, just go check out @Luna_Murderer 's.

Please check it out. Thank you. :)

-Chica Jay-

P.S.- The creepy interviewer is stalking Chica Jay everywhere now- including the dreaded depths of her math homework. (Photo by Chica Jay, artwork by @TabithaHorton00 )