D U S K ✔

Chapter Twenty-Six

Thanks for being so patient! Love you guys lots!

{UNEDITED}

I released a frustrated scream, pulling at my hair. "You're unbelievable."

He only smirked in response, a cheeky, infuriating smirk. Placing the pickles on my bedside table, wobbling as he did so.

He rubbed his forehead before he sat down ext to me on the bed, I shuffled further away, eager to create some distance. Watching from the corner of my eye I saw him pull out his phone.

I knew to take action then.

"What are you doing?" I asked, taking his phone from his hands. I certainly couldn't let him call anyone in his state, let alone text. I could only imagine the trouble he would cause. Any option would stir a reaction, I knew that. He could easily call the suppliers of whatever he's taken, or he could call his parents, like an idiot. I wouldn't put it past him.

Or more detrimental that last; I had only heard rumours and snippets of stories whispered in the deepest corners of the school, was that Adam had the Head Nurse, Mrs. Turner, on speed-dial.

Myth has it that someone caught them together, getting down and dirty in the nurse's office.

But it's not like I knew the rumour word for word or anything. I'm sure it was only that. A rumour.

"I want to make a call."

I shook my head, "I understood that, it's a phone."

"Let me do it, it's urgent." He sighed, running a hand through his hair all the while making no effort to grab his phone back. I pulled my hand further away from him, earning a grunt of annoyance from him as he shot me a look. "What did we just speak about."

"I don't care, Adam. You're still not getting the phone, you'll do something you regret."

"Let me regret it."

"No." I crawled to the other side of the bed, a meek act of attempting to place distance between us. He shot me another look, and began to slide closer to me.

Placing his hands on the bed next to my thigh, "You can't control everything, Sunshine," he had successfully trapped me, with both hands on either side of my frame. His sluggish movements came to a short conclusion when he quickly snatched the phone from my weak hands and sprinted out of the room.

But I had already given up on him.

At the end of the day it was his mistakes, his choices and overall, his regrets.

It was his hushed voice on the other side of the door that had spiked my curiosity in the first place and soon I found my curiosity tied a rope around my torso and dragged me towards the door. Even weirder than that, the curiosity pulled my ear to the door as well.

"I just wanted to... I'm... it... rude... I know..." I could only hear snippets as his husky voice fluctuated in volume. "I wish... stupid... need... hope you... friends?"

What shocked me more than anything else was the softness laced in his voice, I know Adam wasn't himself, it was painfully clear and I couldn't for the life of me, even imagine Adam being his intimidating and scary self.

I don't even think I could consider that as being himself.

I stumbled away from the door as I saw the handle twist. I attempted to act casual and not as though I had been eavesdropping. Doing so by, of course, falling flat on the floor.

"You're weird." He commented, stepping over me.

I thought back to his revolting snack. "I could say the same about you."

He looked genuinely confused for a moment, but shrugged it off and sat back down on the bed. I pushed myself into a sitting position with my elbows and caught a glimpse of him staring at the photo on my bedside table. Already dreading the questions that would surely follow.

"Who's that?" He pointed to the woman in the photo, reaching for it with child-like innocence.

I looked at the photo, instantly coming closer as a wave of protectiveness washed through me. I almost didn't want him to touch the photograph.

"My mum."

He looked back to my form, his brows knotted, "I don't see her around, where is she?"

"She's not around."

I kept my answers cold and short, tainting my mouth with a foreign abnormality, and prayed that he would stop asking questions.

Thankfully, he received the dagger-like glares I was throwing at him and didn't question it further. Quickly changing the subject, I pulled myself onto the bed next to him and kept myself a safe, don't-trap-me-again, distance. "Who did you call?"

I'll admit, it wasn't so much so for changing the subject however more so to settle the raging war of curiosity.

His face morphed into one of confusion and I realised quickly that I would never get anywhere with this boy. "Who did I call?" He asked.

"Yes, Adam."

"I called someone?"

I slapped a palm to my forehead. He was either playing one of his 'games' again, or he was seriously high out of his mind. Watching his back flop onto the bed and almost slip off, I decided on the latter. He released a grunt of air, crossing his arms over his chest.

Feeling my own wave of exhaustion hit me, I budged him to the side and laid down myself, snuggling into the mattress.

"Do you want a cuddle?"

My exhaustion was short-lived, and I sat back up again. Looking at Adam who's arms were spread wide, a cheeky grin on his lips. He motioned for me to come closer with his hands, I sighed. Pushing his hands away, I put a wall of pillows between us.

It turned out to be quite the tiresome task, Adam kept throwing the pillows out of reach. Small chuckles escaping his lips every now and then. "Stop." I ordered, rubbing at my eyes tiredly.

He caught me mid-yawn, as I brought my hand up to cup my mouth he successfully chucked another pillow. The last one.

I didn't have the energy to stop him.

In the same space of time, he had latched his hand around my arm and dragged me down next to him.

"You drive me crazy, Sunshine."

I brushed it off, knowing he wasn't himself and he wouldn't even remember it in the morning. Adam sighed. After a moment, I found myself subconsciously relaxing into his embrace. A swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach; I felt his head press into my hair and his arm tighten around my waist.

"Absolutely crazy."