Annoying Adam

The REAL Epilogue

I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes.

But that might have just been the tears of joy from graduating from this h*llhole- after today, I would never have to step place in la scuola (the school).

Or the fact that the gym smelled like sweaty teenagers who were anxious to get out of there. Seriously. You could smell the anxiety in the room. It stank.

I smiled and was pulled out of my thoughts of what anxiety smelled like as Adam wrapped his warm, solid arms around my waist and leaned in to kiss me, a smirk plastered in place on his face.

That should have been a clue within itself, but I was so happy at the prospect of going to college (and I had tears in my eyes, which blurred my vision- just go with it). After all, I had just been accepted into- well, you don't care about that, so I'll get to the 'juicy' stuff.

He leaned in, as if to kiss me, and I leaned forward to close the gap, eager to feel the passion and love and connection between us.

Then the jerk pulled away.

"Love you Stace," he hurriedly told me as I b*tch glared at him, debating what would hurt him worse: a swift kick to the groin or no action at all for months.

I pinched him casually before he wormed away and mock glared at me. I think.

"God, woman, you are so abusive. How do I put up with you?" I decided on no action at all.

Oh, please. He loved me. But I made up a plan on the spot. What can I say? I was good at that.

"A-are you leaving me? Do y-you n-not want me anymore?" I asked, my bottom lip quavering a little and some of the tears slipped out of my eyes.

Dang I was good.

Adam's face immediately turned into a repenting one. Good. I deserved to be worshiped after what he had been doing to me over the past few months. Not going all ninja and crazy on his butt was really a stretch of my limits. But he was (mostly) worth it.

I smirked at him. "Gotcha."

I wriggled out of his arms as his little brain processed what I had just done. A small giggle escaped when I finally heard him start to come after me.

I dodged through the happy families and joyful, sobbing parents. The line for the photographs wound around the gymnasium where we had just graduated from, so I had to squeeze through there a couple of times before I was free and sprinting across the cafeteria.

I heard him get out of the gym and come running after me. I made a quick decision and made a last second turn into the library, hoping he was so disgruntled after he finally made it out of the maze of people that he didn't see me go into the library. I jogged through the shelves of books and found the small loft that couples used to make out, but was supposed to be used as an innocent place for studying.

As disgusted as I was by that fact and what the germ count up there could be, I practically leaped up the ladder and flattened myself onto it, hoping he wouldn't think that I would go up there. I held my breath and watched the library door.

This allowed me to see him come into the library, as the loft gave me the height to see the doorway, but not the person in the doorway to see me in the loft. He looked around wildly, scanning through the shelves before something clicked.

Ever so slowly, his head turned towards me, vaguely like the creepy stalker person in horror movies, right before they see you. In fact, the smile on his face looked just like that as his eyes locked onto mine.

I felt my eyes widen with fear as he took one step towards me.

And then another.

My brain whirred with possibilities, one of them being running down the ladder and weaving through the bookshelves until the entrance to the library was open and I could escape through there.