𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦! adam reed

RULE 15! but i need him to like me because i'm scared of being alone

﹙SMOKE SIGNALS ★﹚

I PULLED OUT MY COMPUTER!

adam scoffed, scooting his seat away from me.

i said nothing to him.

i knew my first instinct would be to insult him, so i kept my mouth shut.

how would i insult him after i took his dead dads game?

how would i feel if someone took my dead dads game?

well, my dad is alone and doesn't play games. and i don't give a fuck about my mom.

"hi, adam." i said, while the rest of the class set up their things.

adam ignored me.

i bit down on my lower lip.

"i'm sorry, okay, adam?" i apologized.

"how much did that hurt your ego?" adam questioned.

"a lot."

"then.. i forgive you."

"how much did that hurt your ego?"

"a lot."

"you didn't know that my dad gave it to me. it's not right for me to get mad at you. so.. i'm sorry, too."

"it's okay. i was an asshole to you and i shouldn't have even touched your shit anyways."

"we're even."

"yeah. sure."

"i still hate you, though."

"i hate you more."

"can i insult you now?"

"yeah. can i insult you?"

"sure."

"you smell even worse than usual. you smell like cheese. forgot deodorant again?"

"i hope you walk into a pole because you never look away from your phone."

"because i'm staring at my own posts, duh."

"you're self obsessed."

"and everybody else loves it."

"everybody besides me."

"because you wanna be unique so bad."

adam rolled his eyes.

a boy walked into our class, and he stopped speaking.

i held back laughter.

"is that mateo? what's wrong with his head?" adam asked.

"you mean his fucking haircut?" i covered my mouth.

"it looks horrible."

"like you."