𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦! adam reed

RULE 9! he was the only person to treat me like a human being

﹙SMOKE SIGNALS ★﹚

I TAPPED MY FINGERS!

my nails clacked against the desk.

"you all have 10 minutes to finish your projects. then, it's time to present." the teacher instructed, and took a sip of her coffee.

"only 10? we're gonna fail!" adam panicked.

"because of you." i rolled my eyes.

"i didn't do anything!"

"you literally spilled paint all over our project!"

"it was an accident! maybe if you did the entire project instead of me, i wouldn't have ruined it!"

"i did!"

i pulled out the rolled up poster from my backpack.

the poster was white, and had a bunch of red gemstones covering it.

the information was written in a darker shade of red, in neat cursive.

"oh." adam said. "it looks-"

"if you say anything bad about it, you're misogynistic." i glared.

"how?"

"because i said so."

"it looks fine."

i shoved the project onto his desk.

adam yanked out a pack of index cards from his backpack.

he began to scribble down notes onto the paper.

"i'm gonna present this, you're gonna present that." he demanded.

"no i'm not. i'm gonna present whatever i want." i rolled my eyes, scrolling through pinterest.

"can you get off your phone and do work?"

"no."

"oh my god. we're gonna fail. why couldn't i just do this by myself?"

"i would've. but i got stuck with you. you're acting like i chose you. i don't even like you."

"whatever. just memorize your shit."

"whatever."

he finished copying down his notes, and began to try to memorize them.

i didn't even look at the poster.

"alright, class. it's time for your partnered presentations. first up is adam and cherry." the teacher called out.

i groaned.

she has to hate me or something.

like, she has to want me to explode.