Adam and I | ✓

Adam and I

Project

I could think of at least ten different ways I should've been spending my Friday afternoon.

Sitting in a stuffy school library with Adam Fernandes doing a stupid science project was not one of them.

For what felt like the millionth time that hour, I sighed loudly and glanced at the large clock hung up on the wall. The library was practically empty-as it should've been-I mean, it was a Friday. Even our batty old librarian looked pissed off that she had to stay an extra hour or two because Adam, the fucking nerd that he was, decided it would be a good idea to work on our science project on a Friday. A Friday, I tell you.

'Oi,' I said finally, kicking Adam sharply under the desk. He always got annoyed when I did that and if there was one thing I loved doing, it was pissing the fuck out of Adam. 'Can we go now?'

'Not yet!' Adam didn't even look up at me. He didn't even look slightly disgruntled.

I watched him carefully colour in the Double Helix that I'd drawn on the large A3 sheet. It was full of annotations, written in neat, careful handwriting with felt-tip pens. I had to admit, though, our project looked pretty okay, as basic as it was. It'd get us a B, at least. And we'd spent so long on it too. Adam was shit at drawing, and I was okay at it. My handwriting looked like diarrhoea and his was alright.

We'd worked through our strengths and weaknesses and produced a decent project. I almost smiled, feeling a little proud of myself-and Adam too. Then I snapped out of it. What was wrong with me? This was a crappy science project, not some brilliant cure to cancer. Spending time with Adam definitely had had its effects on me. The git was so annoying, so ever present in my life that I was starting to have dreams about him too. He was everywhere, all the time. Those blue eyes, that stupid, fluffy blonde hair. It was pissing me off.

'There.' Adam finally met my eyes and he grinned. I tried hard not to grin back-I really did, but I failed. It was hard not to smile around him now. He was just so smiley. Dickhead.

'We done now?' I asked as I began to stretch my arms. We'd basically spent an hour and a half in the library together. Had this been a normal Friday afternoon, I would've been out drinking with Kent and Landon; having a laugh, vandalising another neighbourhood. . .okay, come to think of it, Friday afternoons were never the most exciting anyway. Kent even got arrested one time. He liked to think he was a big man for it but I could tell he was still shaken by the incident. My friends were all trouble, bad company. My parents didn't approve, but they'd much rather I hung out with kids from our church than the queer lot from school.

Adam went to church too, but we ran in different circles. Adam? No, he wasn't trouble. He was far from trouble. He couldn't even hurt a fly. Adam smiled a lot and he hung out with that know-it-all Matthew Wesley who went out of his way to be the biggest, most pretentious dick in school. There was no way we could've ever become friends if it weren't for the science project, if it weren't for the fact that we'd been partnered up together.

I frowned now as we began to pack our things together and watched Adam carefully from underneath my eyelashes. Were we friends now? We'd bickered and argued like an old married couple throughout the whole project but today had been different. Adam had been quiet. He didn't seem to mind my incessant questioning. I think he knew today was our last day together-as partners, I mean. Project partners, that is...not...not partner partners...