Chapter 25 - The Bitch Lives

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Ohhh Adam...just look at him. Ladies, you're welcome ;)


I scrolled through Instagram absentmindedly while waiting to leave for the senior class trip training or whatever it was that we were doing for the next two days. Jesse was drumming two pencils on the counter while he watched Netflix on the office computer. He was watching Breaking Bad and every couple of minutes he would look at me and ask me not to tell him what happens next. I've seen all of the seasons already. I accidentally gave something away twenty minutes ago and he was beyond pissed at me.

When he wasn't telling me not to tell him what happens next, he would ask me questions about New Mexico and if that was really how it was. I had to repeatedly tell him I never lived in that part of New Mexico so I didn't know.

I slid my thumb up and came across a photo of Lissa and Jake holding a fish. It was from our fishing trip the other day. My heart warmed at the memories as I remember Adam opening up to me about where he was from and whether he wanted to even be in a band in the future. My mind wandered to the way he looked in his backwards hat. Man he was so cute.

When he said I wasn't like other girls I swooned and I'm not even afraid to admit it. The look in his eyes as he said it made it even better. There was something there that I still couldn't pinpoint, but I was determined to figure it out someday.

Later that night we all went back to Adam's place and hung around the fire next to the pool. Well it started off a little more dramatic than I would have preferred, but ended well as I sobered up. Lissa and Jake wandered off somewhere by themselves. Jared flirted incessantly with Demi which to say it was a surprise is the understatement of the year. He was holding a water bottle the entire night, but I was still suspicious of whether or not he spiked it with Everclear or Vodka or something.

I felt guilty for not trusting my own brother, but I still had a strange feeling when it came to him. I was still missing some part of the puzzle and I could not, for the life of me, figure out even an inkling of what it may be.

I avoided alcohol like the plague later that night in order to prevent myself from absolutely embarrassing myself in front of Adam once again. The poor groupie didn't know what was coming for him. I shuddered at the memory.

Turns out, I didn't need it to keep me entertained though. It was entertaining enough to watch Adam around the band. He became a typical dude when he was around them and there was something so attractive about it. At one point the mohawk guy (I can never remember his name) tackled Adam into the pool, which was not an image I ever wanted to forget.

Let's just say a soaked Adam was...well you get where I'm going.

I smiled as memories began playing in the back of my mind.

I coughed a little bit and began rearranging my hair so it was out of my face.

"Jared! You're such an ass!" Lissa called from the front porch deck.

As if he ever cared.

I swam over to the side, pissed off that I was sopping wet. Suddenly a hand shot in front of my face.

"No name," his deep voice interrupted my incessant grumbling. My heart stopped as I met his face, which was smirking down at me.

I took his hand and climbed out of the pool, water literally pouring off of my clothes as I stood at the edge. I glared at Jared as Adam led me away.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He pulled a towel off of a rack and he turned to hand it to me, but froze. It was maybe a millisecond as he stared at me, not just my face, his eyes wider than normal. He snapped out of it quickly, cleared his throat and handed me the towel.

If I didn't know any better, I'd go as far to say he was blushing. Adam Hawkins blushing? Because of me?

I took the towel and hugged it around me, but it was useless with my clothes being as soaked as they were.

It dawned on him as well because he went inside to grab more towels. When he came back out he was holding a shirt. He gingerly held it out to me, his face still red.

"I don't know if this would help, I can toss some of your stuff into the drier for a minute."

I took the shirt and the extra towels from him.

"Thank You, I can do it though if you just show me where everything is," I said, surprisingly calm.

He nodded and led the way back into the house. I followed him down a hallway which he pointed to a bathroom I could change in and led me to a small room near it that was the laundry.

I scrambled back to the bathroom and slipped out of my soaked clothing and stared at the shirt he gave me as I dried off with the towel.

I picked it up and brought it to my nose. Mm it even smells like him. I sighed, a little too loud for my liking and quickly slipped it over my head. It was large enough to hit mid thigh.

That was good because I was not about to wear wet underwear with it...or a bra. Can't have wet boob marks on his t-shirt. Jeez, talk about embarrassing. Like this night hasn't been enough already.

I poked my head out of the door to see if he was anywhere near. When I saw that the coast was clear I made a dash for the laundry room and threw my things into the drier.

Just as my hand was poised over the button to make it start I heard him open the door.

"Hey would you--" he stopped midsentence and I didn't have to turn around to know why. I was butt naked in his tshirt and I'm pretty sure that much was obvious. I just hope it was covering my actual butt at this point.

I quickly pressed start and crossed my arms over my small chest to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra.

His eyes were glazed over with an emotion I once again couldn't quite pin point. He looked me up and down and finally met my blue eyes as I stood there awkwardly.

He cleared his throat and took a step back.

"I'm sorry," he breathed.

"What were you saying?" I tried to divert back to his original question, but was slightly distracted by his tense jawline and his crossed arms, showing just how muscular he was. It wasn't helping the situation.

He nodded like he had forgotten. "Oh right, would you like some coffee or something? I know it's a little chilly outside tonight."

I smiled, despite the way my heart was hammering away and despite the deep shade of red I was bound to turn any moment now.

"That would be great, thanks," I murmured and shuffled toward him.

He didn't move at first, his eyes still glued to me, but he eventually tore his gaze away and held the door open for me to go ahead of him.

Was he being strategic there or a gentleman?

I walked ahead of him to the kitchen, very aware of the eyes on my back as I walked.

He grabbed a mug from a cabinet and place a k cup into the Keurig to make me coffee. I sat on the stool behind the bar to hide most of my body as he moved around the kitchen in front of me.

I was stunned as I watched him glide back and forth from cabinet to cabinet with ease, like his confidence never went away, even when it came to making a simple cup of coffee. The way his eyebrows furrowed together in thought as he concentrated on the task at hand was adorable and every time he reached to grab something I couldn't stop staring at his arms. Those forearms...ugh...still a weakness.

He opened the fridge and glanced back at me, his signature smile back on, his blue eyes gleaming.

"How do you like your coffee?"

"I don't," I automatically replied without realizing it.

Oh crap. Focus on his voice, not his body Alice.

"I mean, I'm sorry, you can just make it regular," I finished my stuttering.

He stared at me, his eyebrows furrowed. Oh right, he's not from around here.

"Some cream and sugar will be fine," I explained.

He nodded and grabbed a few things out of the fridge to finish my coffee.

This will be the first coffee I've had in three years. Maybe I'll just have a few sips of it. Dang, I should have said tea instead or decaf.

He placed the steaming mug in front of me, his hand setting fire to mine, just barely brushing it.

I took a small sip and nearly sighed audibly. Oh how I've missed the taste of coffee.

"I'm sorry you got dumped into the pool," he said.

I waved my hand. "Just typical Jared, actually it's more Jesse, but I'm assuming they're hanging out again so I'm not surprised."

He eyed me for a moment. "Jesse dumps you in a pool often?" He bit his lip to hide a smile.

I glance up over my mug. "If we are near a pool, yes. In fact," I sat up straighter. "I can't remember a time where we were near one and that douchebag didn't push me into one."

Adam laughed and leaned against the counter in front of me.

"You two really are something else," he murmured.

I shrugged. "He's my brother from another mother."

I cringed just as soon as I said it. Ugh. I am so lame.

Adam just smiled.

I set the mug down and when my eyes moved up to look at him I realized he was not looking at me, well not my face. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, nearly forgetting that I didn't have anything on underneath.

"I'm so sorry," Adam apologized. His face flamed red in embarrassment.

I shook my head. "Don't be, it's my fault."

He scoffed. "Hardly your fault I gave you a shirt to wear that barely covers you."

"Well," I shrug. "The things I'll do for dry clothes."

He laughed and leaned back down again.

"You're amazing you know that," he murmured as his blue eyes bore into mine. I felt my signature blush creep up over my face as his eyes held mine in place. He began leaning closer and over the counter, his face inching toward mine.

"Thank you," I whispered. My heart was pounding against my chest, my hands clutched the mug tightly as he continued to move closer and closer, until his face was close enough for me to feel the breath escaping his lips.

I was breathing heavily as his eyes skipped to my lips and then back up to my eyes again.

Oh my gosh, is he about to kiss me?! He's going to kiss me isn't he?! I swear, if I have something on my face or in my teeth and that's what's going on here, I will be so pissed.

His hand suddenly cupped the side of my cheek, it's warmth searing my skin and I naturally leaned into it and closed my eyes.

"You are so beautiful Alice," he whispered. My heart skipped and my eyes shot open. His thumb caressed the side of my cheek as his blue eyes held mine captive.

I glanced down at his lips, which were curved into a soft smile as he stared at me.

My heart was out of control as he leaned further down to me, beginning to close what little space we had between us. Just as I felt the warmth of his lips nearing mine, the door swung open, crashing into the wall behind it.

We both shot back away from each other. I ducked my head to stare at my coffee, but I caught a glimpse of his expression from the corner of my eye.  He looked angry.

"Oh, sorry man!" The guy called and ran back outside. Adam sighed and leaned against the counter.

Ever since that night I've had this warm giddy feeling residing consistently in the pit of my stomach. I was beyond happy. For the first time in a long time, I was genuinely happy about life. Even Jesse's incessant pranks couldn't piss me off. He took notice and amped them up, but still couldn't put a dent in my mood.

That night Adam continued to get to know me. He tried creeping on my instagram, but I slapped his phone away and he agreed to not creep while I was around. He did follow me though and when I got home that night I decided to creep on him. My heart nearly stopped when I saw his profile and it said he had over 4 million followers. He was only following 323 people, which now included me.

Sometimes I forget he's famous because he was so down to earth, but it's moments like those that make me want to hyperventilate. A famous dude actually followed me. A famous dude actually wants to know who I am. A famous dude almost kissed me.

I sighed, earning a curious glance from Jesse. He narrowed his eyes at me before zoning back into his Netflix.

I stared at him, suddenly curious as to why he hasn't made some kind of Netflix and chill innuendo. Chewing my lip, I watched him shake his knee up and down while he intently watched Breaking Bad. Huh, it's not often my mind is more in the gutter than his.

The sudden sound of bells jingling against the door, made me snap out of my thoughts. Both of our heads snapped up. Oh crap.

I heard Jesse quietly groan and I suppressed a groan of my own. Her blonde ponytail bounced as she swung her hips smoothly while walking over to us.

Olivia Wright. And my good mood is gone.

"Well, well, well," Jesse said, grinning. If anyone hated Olivia more than every girl that ever went to high school with her, it was Jesse. "The bitch lives."

She sneered at him as she stepped up to the counter, eyeing his bare feet with a look of disgust.

"Nice to see you too Jesse," she smiled her perfect 1,000 watt smile. I sighed inwardly. She really was perfect...in all the wrong ways of course, but still.

"Dessen," she glanced my way.

I stared at her, a bored look resting on my face. I will not back down from her, not like I used to. I can't believe my brother ever dated her. I was so mad at him for that.

"So, where is your brother these days?" she asked, twirling a strand of her long blonde hair around her manicured finger.

I narrowed my eyes, but Jesse beat me to it.

"He's doing things much more interesting than you Olive," Jesse cracked his knuckles. I glanced at him and he had a look on his face that dared her to mess with him. I haven't heard that nickname for her in three years. Still ugly.

She grimaced at his weird nickname for her. "I'm not Easy A, Jesse."

I snorted. "You're right, you actually did sleep with all of those guys."

She glared at me. "My name isn't Olive," she reiterated.

"Good thing I don't care," he retorted.

She returned her heavy stare to me, making me feel extremely insecure of my messy hair and lack of makeup. She eyed me suspiciously before an evil grin clawed up her face.

"So you and Adam huh?"

Confused, I tilted my head. Me and Adam? Does she think we're a thing?

I wish.

I glanced at Jesse and he was suddenly sitting on the edge of his seat, staring angrily at her.

I looked back at Olivia who was smiling at Jesse and shrugged before returning her gaze to me.

Was I missing something here?

"He's great in bed, but he hates condoms fyi, so I hope you're using birth control," she winked. I snorted, like I would have sex with him.

Wait.

She smiled evilly as she saw the realization cross my features.

My breath hitched and my heart stopped. Oh my gosh.

Adam and her? ADAM AND OLIVIA?!

Adam was with Olivia in the past? But why? How? How could he ever be with someone like her? It's not like she hides her insane personality from the world. She could meet anyone and a few minutes in, her bitchy attitude was in plain sight. How could Adam ever go for that? Why would he ever sleep with her? The girl who has probably been with more guys than Lissa and that's saying something.

Suddenly images of the two of them were playing in my head and I couldn't stop them. I grimaced at the thought and felt slightly hurt. Adam slept with Olivia. I'm assuming more than once. Did they date? Oh my gosh if they dated, my view of Adam will never be the same. How could you date that?

Well Jared did, but point proven.

Olivia's snicker snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Oh Alice, so innocent and naive," she sneered.

A sinking feeling settled over my heart as I stared at the blonde haired bimbo standing in front of me. Of course Adam was with her. Of course. How could someone ever deny a girl that looked like Olivia? They don't, they never do. I've never met a guy who has met Olivia and hadn't turned her down. Deep down, a part of me had known this was a possibility.

The realization crushed me. Suddenly the idea of Adam carrying me into my house disgusted me. Those same hands touched Olivia. The very thought of Adam made my heart drop. How could he?

Why are you acting so betrayed? You weren't with him Alice.

I stared at my hands now clutching each other in my lap. He slept with Olivia. He wasn't any different than the other ones. Why did I ever even entertain the thought?

"Is there something you needed Olivia?" Jesse interjected. His face was impassive as he stared at her.

She smirked and shrugged. "Nope!"

"Then get out," Jesse demanded, his voice hard. I'm not sure I've ever heard Jesse sound so serious. I stared at him, feeling utterly dejected and embarrassed that I ever even entertained the thought of Adam. I pretended I didn't care about him to protect myself from this very thing.

Olivia scoffed. "Excuse you, I'll have you know--"

"Get out Olivia!" Jesse yelled, standing out of his chair, shoving it over backward in the process.

She still wore her signature sneer, but he did shut her up. She stared at him a moment longer before tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder and turning around to leave.

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath and sat the chair back up to sit back down next to me. He stared at her until he could no longer see her through the shop windows.

He glanced at me wearily and sighed.

"Alice--"

"Don't."

I didn't look up to see the sympathy that I knew was written on his face.

I rolled my shoulders and sat up straighter, meeting his hazel eyes finally.

"I'm fine, I'm honestly not surprised," I said, my voice level, giving nothing away. His eyes searched mine clearly waiting for some kind of reaction, but I revealed nothing.

I'm fine, I repeated to myself over and over again in my head. I am.

"Don't do this," he murmured.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Do what?"

"Go all hermit again dammit, don't let someone like Olivia do that to you," he stared at me, concern washing over his face.

I sighed and looked away. "I'm not J, I'm fine I promise. Adam didn't mean anything to me anyways. She can have him."

I heard him grumble a few curse words under his breath before he swiveled away and began typing on the computer.

"Are you about ready to leave?" He asked, his voice hard. Was he actually annoyed with me? I didn't do anything wrong.

I grabbed my keys and purse and sighed. "Yeah." I stood up and headed for the back, hearing him sigh as he followed behind me. We had a long drive ahead of us to make it to the dreaded high school in time. Plenty of time for Jesse to annoy me because he thinks something is wrong.

Something is.

I shook the thought away. Nothing is wrong. I'm fine.


Oh man...what a long chapter. I wanted to split this up, but I decided to keep them together because I didn't

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