Remember Me

Chapter 8: "He wants to see you."

ADRIAN'S POV

I came home from school after a fight with Emma. She wanted to "hang out" today and I refused. What sort of a guy am I?

A guy in love.

I rolled my eyes and got a beer from the fridge. Today's project was kind of interesting. Working with me had never been easy. You needed a lot of patience. I mean, A LOT!

And when I told her that it wouldn't be easy, she just brushed me off like it was a joke. Like I didn't actually mean what I said. I'm serious. Working with me is nightmarish.

I was going to make it so hard for her! She would still have to do it, though. It counts for twenty percent of our grade. I purposely left out that detail for her. When she cribs I can just use it against her. How easy!

I had a little Spanish homework but that wouldn't take very long. I decided to do it tonight.

Hey, I needed more beer.

"Guess we're going shopping," I muttered mockingly and grabbed my coat. I always left my phone home in case it fell down while I was running from the store or anything.

I threw the bottle in the trash outside my house and walked towards the grocery store I. The middle of town. The one near my house wasn't that big and didn't have the beer.

I entered the store casually and walked to were the beer was. I picked up a case with six bottles and roamed around a bit to make it look like I was looking for a few more things. Pretending is key in stealing.

I picked up some candy, slipping in into my pocket, and a carton of juice before moving towards the exit where they kept the carts. The staff was really less here. One girl from school worked here but she was too engrossed in filing her nails to notice me. The cashier was talking away animatedly on the phone and didn't seem to notice me either. Wow, this had gotten much easier.

I made a beeline towards the tiny door and I kept my eyes solely focused on the two people working there. None of them seemed to look at me stealing from right under their noses. I smirked to myself and ran out the store not bothering to look behind.

Whew!

I made it home within no time and put the beer and juice away in the fridge. I called Alex and asked him to bring some pizza with him.

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"Went shopping today?" Alex mocked when he came inside.

"Yep, bought beer, juice and licorice," I replied and he smirked.

"How come those idiots don't come to know?" He asked and placed the piping hot box on the coffee table before the couch.

"It's an art, buddy. And not everyone is good at it," I shot back with a grin.

"What if you do get caught one day?" He frowned and bit into a slice.

"It's never happened! Alex, just calm down, Dude. It'll be fine," I picked up a slice of my own. It was my favorite kind; extremely spicy and cheesy.

"What the hell, man! You didn't get your tv fixed?!" He snarled after a few silent seconds.

"Yeah, I know. The game was tonight and you wanted to watch. I know," I rolled my eyes and wen for a second slice. These were really good.

"I'm gonna go grab a beer. Want one?" He growled, frustrated and I just nodded with an innocent smile.

My phone started ringing just then. It was Aunt Celine.

"Hello?" I answered, slightly confused. She never called on Mondays. Her usual 'check-on-Adrian' days were Wednesday and definitely not Monday.

"Adrian," she breathed, "I've been meaning to talk to you,"