Annoying Adam

Avoidance and a Plan

Of course, the weekend came and went way too quickly. It always does.

After the kiss with Adam, I kinda sorta ignored him. Well, more like avoided him. He texted me a lot, but I deleted all of them immediately and kept the balcony door closed. And locked.

Because, you know, the front door was open, but nooo. He had to try to come in the balcony door. So I locked it and watched Netflix while eating Nutella with crackers in my room with Lizzy. And let me tell you, Tinker Bell was starring in our marathons, courtesy of one little 4-year-old.

"No Tink! Don't say it!" Lizzy screamed when the bumblebee thing kept talking to Tink in Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure. Of course, Tink wished that the bee would shut up, and lost her only wish.

I rolled my eyes. Only in Disney movies would the main character be a blonde fairy with a bumblebee sidekick. And children love it. Lizzy, this year for Christmas, wants a Tinker Bell fairy doll. So I got it and wrapped it. Along with some accessories for it. Liz was my favorite sibling. Mostly because she was my only sibling. But don't tell her I said that. Please. She would rip every last piece of hair from my head.

Anyways, with her Christmas present out of the way, I decided to chill it in my room and watch movies. And then, when Lizzy knocked on my door, then barge in, I quickly turned it off. But not fast enough.

"Netfix!" she shrieked. I loved her way of saying Netflix. But not when she was trying to get into my woman cave that I had carefully set up.

I could almost hear what Adam yelled over to us when he heard her. But I decided not to repeat it. He had another conquest over today, which, I have to admit, made something twinge in my heart. I figured one of the crackers I ate was stuck in my throat. So I ate more Nutella and downed a glass of water.

That's when Lizzy decided to throw herself on my bed and settle in. Grabbing the Nutella and squeezing it tightly, she stuck a finger in and ate some. I narrowed my eyes at her. I knew the top bunk would have been the safer option. And so, from there, Lizzy took over the Netflix, and that's how I ended up watching a Tinker Bell marathon. For the rest of the weekend. It was so hard to tuck Lizzy into bed that night.

And that's how I woke up the next day, freaked out from a nightmare about Tink raping me. It was seriously creepy. (A/N: Before I forget, this actually has happened to me. Tink ganged up with Barbie and gang-raped me. It was not okay.) I showered for a long time (I had plenty of it, considering I woke up at 2 in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep) before wrapping my hair in a towel, throwing on a sweatshirt, underclothes, and shorts, and grabbing a blanket. Fully equipped, I walked outside and sat on the balcony, watching the snow fall. I was sincerely tempted to stick my tongue out and catch flakes.

But, you know, being up at 2 in the morning is the new craze!

Yeah, Adam was up too. Just when I stood up and stuck my tongue out (and caught a flake, just so you know), Adam walked out, topless. I fled to the couch on the balcony and hid below my blanket.

"I have other things you could be doing with that tongue," he said.

Okay, first: EWWWWWWWWWWWW! And second: I don't even want to know. I buried my face in the cushion, wondering who the heck would build two balcony's right next to each other, from two different buildings. Okay, that made no sense, even in my head.

"What are you doing up at this time?" I asked. Unfortunately, it came out more like, "Whar youdoup Athens Tim?"

He seemed to understand cushion speak. "Thinking. You?"

I wondered what to tell him. I rolled over and pulled my blanked down so my face was uncovered. It was getting stuffy in there anyways. "Ninja assassins are inhabiting my room at this time. I decided to evacuate before they murdered me as I slept."

He started laughing. He actually started laughing. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, taking deep, calming breaths. It did nothing. I still wanted to slap him.

I pasted on my fake smile. "Adam?"

He paused. "Yes?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from the whore tree and banged every slut on the way down?"

He narrowed his eyes. Then opened them again and grinned. "Nope. Though some of them might be. I did some hardcore banging on some of them." Then he winked at me. The nerve of him. "Wanna go?"

The nerve of him! "Y-you!" I shrieked, pointing my finger at him. I stood up and let the blanket fall. He looked at my legs brazenly, and I felt like kicking him. In the balls. With metal shoes on.

I growled at him threateningly, then bent over, grabbed my blanket, and walked back inside.

Time to start planning a revenge.

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Three hours later and a lot of bad ideas later, I had a plan.

And it was evil.

But extremely simple. All I had to do was dress up normally, go about my normal life, but go out of my way to make Adam, well, horny. And not act like a slut in the process. Simple, right?

That's what I thought. Today's outfit was a pair of skinny jeans and black heels, paired with a light sky blue sports t-shirt, and a leather jacket. I shoved my PE clothes and shoes into the bag and ate a toaster strudel, then got Liz ready to go. I set her out for the bus, told her to be good at school, and hopped on the bike, ready for school.

Adam wasn't going to know what hit him.

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After getting off the bike, I went inside and prepped my locker for the day. It smelled like sweaty socks in there. I wrinkled my nose in protest, and spritzed it with air freshener. That's when I found it.

The note.

Stay away from my son, Adam, and you'll live. Don't tell him anything about this if you want your friend, Allie Wagner, to survive. Have a good day. -F

P.S. I'll be watching you.

What the heck? Son? I thought Adam's father was-oh. Shiznit. Adam's dad was a US spy and now I had interfered with the robot 'son'. They had taken Allie hostage, and were going to kill her if I interfered anymore with the mission. Crap. And now they probably had some spies watching my every move. I wonder if they were watching me this morning when I was in the bathroom. Oh dear.

I shook my crazy theory out of my head and focused on school. School, school, school. Besides, what could he do to me? There was no way he would kill an innocent person, and how could he watch my every move 24/7? Yeah...No.

My plan for Adam was still on.

And I would watch (and enjoy) every moment that he suffered.

Just kidding. I wasn't that sadistic. I would just laugh my butt off when I saw his uncomfort.

Another chapter finished. Although I keep seeming to stray from my goal. *Hits self in head with baseball bat.*

It's okay fans. There's nothing in there that will go missing, or get damaged. ;)

Interviewer: What did you think about the theory about the note?

CJ: I think it was completely plausible. I see drones following me everywhere I go. It's not okay. Just because I defeated the asylum system and-oops, I've said too much.

Interviewer: *Mutters* I knew there was something off about her. Maybe there's a reward for bringing her back...

CJ: Quickly peasant! *Waves corndog like a sword* *Points corndog in random direction* CHARGE! We shall overcome the kingdom by dawn!

Shtay quirky!

-Chica Jay-

Song of the Chapter: Downtown by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis