Lady-Killer (A Maroon 5/ Adam Levine Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

Copyright 2012 Natalie Elle Tyler - All Rights Reserved

I left the cafeteria out of breath.

What was I supposed to think? I was falling for a boy who not only was in a band, but one of my favorites. If I told him I was interested in him, would he think it's because he was famous or...? I don't know! All I know was that my suspicions came true!

I did recognize him! He wasn't the Adam I met in the elevator, he was Adam Levine! Adam Levine pulled up my dress at the costume shop at the farm! Adam Levine was that hot boy I met in the elevator. Adam Levine was the guy who blushed over me. Me! Why me? I was a girl from the farm, that boring girl everyone made fun of! ...If only I could tell him that... Gosh, I made matters worse. How will he be able to trust me once he figures everything out? Once he knows, I will always be that girl from the farm!

Why was I worried about this? Adam didn't care for me. For all I knew, he probably had thousands of girls in line for him. ...And I was probably in the end.

The second bell rang around my ears, giving me the idea that it was time to find my class. My first hour was science. Not my best class. 

I hated science. I got bad grades, bad report cards, bad quiz scores... Everything was terrible in that class. How was I supposed to survive with it as my first hour? At the farm, my first class was study hall. That was a lot easier. Everyone always just read a book or took naps. Besides, the teacher never looked up from her desk, even when someone was snoring.

I opened a door with large letters that said campus. I was guessing I was entering the other half of the school, where all the classes were.

Crowds of people were walking past me, and I stood watching bullies torment the little ones. I swear I saw the girls from the Maroon 5 concert. How did they get here faster than me? I did walk a long way but it was the way they said to get here. Was there a short cut...?

A group of boys my age were laughing loud, passing by me. One of them bumped into me.

"Whoops!" He screeched like he was on a rollercoaster. I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to reply. If that was his apology, it was low.

"I'm sorry," He said, a pleading look in his red eyes. He looked tired and restless. ...Was he drunk?

"Are you...?" I whispered, too scared to ask. I didn't want him to think I was in his buisness or something. Obviously I hoped I wasn't, but I'd really like to know if he was drunk.

"Drunk?" 

He burped in the middle of his smirk, laughing even harder.

"Yeah... I am," He shyly said, waving goodbye to his friends.

"I think you need some sleep then. Go to your room, and get some rest," I nicely said, pushing him in a different direction.

"Wait!" He said, running back to me. 

"You seem unfamiliar, but I know everyone..."

"Oh, this is my first day," I smiled.

He grinned. 

"Good luck. Those guys over there? They'd do anything to get you into their rooms," He laughed.

"To do what..?"

"You know," He winked at me.

I gasped in horror, pretty much running off. I think I was scarred for life. By these days, probably four year olds would know what that means.