The Fifteen

Chapter 10: Without A Partner

Adam's POV:

"Hello! You have reached the voicemail of Illa Matthews. Please either leave a message after the beep, or hang up. Sorry that I am not currently avaliable. Thank you. Have a nice day." "Beep." Her voice chirps, taking my breath away ever so slightly.

"Hey Illa, it's Adam here. I'm sorry. I hope you call me back, I miss you. There's a free room if you need it, you know? I'm so sorry Illa, please come back." My voice wavers, I know she'll never call back. She hasn't called back since she left. And I'm not the least bit afraid to admit that I miss her. So much.

Voice mail number 510.

I should know.

I text her,

It's Adam, I'm sorry, please come back. I miss you.

I need you, I want to add but I don't. I can't bring myself to.

I press send.

Message sent.

442nd message.

It's offical.

I am obessed with her.

But I mean, can you blame me?

She's so beautiful, her eyes glitter in happiness and a grin spreads wide across her face, showing her cute dimples.

Her hair flows down, collecting rays of sunshine, bouncing whenever she shakes her head to a song.

Her soft whispers blur my mind and spin my head, her nose crinkles with disgust as she rolls her eyes in a playful matter.

Illa.

"-Adam!" Steve groans.

"What?"

"I swear it's like talking to a brick wall, what's up man? What's got your head in the clouds? En't a girl, is it?"

More than you know.

"No Steve." I roll my eyes, "It isn't."

"Sure..." Steve says, unconvinced.

"Okay, maybe it is. But she's gone."

"Gone? Like she went somewhere? Or 'gone' as in dead?" She's not dead. If she was, I would be too.

"She went somewhere."

"Oh,"

"Yeah, she left when I..."

"What did you do this time?" Let's just say I wasn't good with girls. I mean, I'm hot and all and sure, lots and lots of girls threw themselves at me, heck, even waitresses did, which was kind of disgusting, like hello? Food and gag doesn't go down well together, believe me.

But girls just weren't really my thing, I guess you could say.

Unlike Steve, he's been with every girl for a day, two or three if they were a good fuck.

"Okay. So, I may or may not have called her a liar and she may or may not have left to some place where I don't fucking know the name of." I state, in the calmest voice possible, my anger starts bubbling. I grip the table harshly and glare as if the table did something wrong.

Sorry table, it's not you. It's me. And Steve.

"Adam-" My rage takes over.

"No, look. You have the audacity to come out here and publicly affirm that I'm the one to blame here, I'm not. Stop jumping to conclusions and start seeing the bigger picture, Steve. Why don't you just announce to the whole wide world while you're at it? Because I'm certain that everybody would just love to hear what you have to say and not judge. You can't say much, you haven't been with a girl for longer than three days, Steve."