New girl ~ Adam Banks

Part 28.

I reach my desk and pull out my seat. I try so hard not to make eye contact with Adam. I sit down and lift out my materials I would need for this class.

"Ok look I know you won't speak to me and you have every right to. But since you would talk can you at least listen?" I felt Adam's eyes looking at me. I quickly give him a glance as to say fine I will listen. To be fair I wouldn't have much of a choice anyway.

I started to do a mind map since we had a test next week so today was a study period. I was writing down notes when Adam started talking.

"Look I know I messed up. Big time. She kissed me. And look I will even take responsibility for my actions and I will say yes I did kiss her back. But when she kissed me all I could think about was you and I never felt anything from that kiss it meant nothing to me"

I didn't know wether to feel kinda glad he didn't feel anything and he was only thinking about me, or hate him for the rest of my life.

"And I know will take ages for you to gain trust in me again and I know a stupid sorry won't make up for what I did. Look Sophia when I said I liked you I meant it. And I still like you no matter how much you want to stab your pen into my arm right now". I let out a small giggle then I suddenly stopped myself.

"There's that cute laugh of yours that I missed". I smile to myself then look up at him. "Look Adam. I'm not one to hold grudges but it's gonna take a long time for you to make up for what you did".

"I know and I will do everything I can to show you how much I care about you"

I didn't say anything back this time I just continue writing on my paper. I started to get lost in my own train of thought. It started off about my work but I ended up thinking about me and Adam and if things would ever be the same. I want them to but I don't know if it could.

The teacher rambled on about how this test is very important with everyone else is mostly just messing about. I look over at Adam slightly and see his is scribbling away on his paper. He bites his bottom lip slightly when he is concentrating really hard. I smile at myself slightly as I start to notice tiny details. After every sentence he would go back and dot all his I's, when he losses his train of thought he scribbles in the margin.

I did miss him. A lot. Maybe I can forgive him?