disclaimer (cos I keep forgetting them): I don't own Adam, although I wouldn't object to having him, even if he is evil. I do own Nick the prick, though. Lucky me, eh?
and I swear I didn't name him Nick just so his title would rhyme.
The park was devoid of any familiar face by the time Adam arrived. He waited five minutes - only making it through two, a redhead's temper - before flicking open his mobile to call his friend.
"Hey, Nick, it's Adam. Where the hell are you? It's two o'clock and no one's here."
"What?"
"The cricket game, remember?" he reminded, not bothering to hide his exasperation.
"Oh, yeah, right, sorry, forgot," he explained half-heartedly, obviously distracted. The sounds of entertained people could be heard in the background.
"Nick, what the-- are you at a party?" Adam demanded incredulously.
"What? No, 's just the telly. Listen mate, I gotta go. Call you later, yeah? Cheers," and without giving Adam a chance to respond hung up.
With a snarl of frustration he forced his phone closed, making it crack - a redhead's temper - before pulling at his hair. Again he'd been mislead by his friends - schoolmates, he corrected - for the third time in that week alone. Enough was enough. He jammed his phone in his pocket and stormed down the same sidewalk that had taken him to the park. The final straw, he thought. See who'll forget me NOW.