Adam paced back in forth in his room with a slight limp. He couldn't let her get away with this. Bianca. Let alone Fitz and Owen, but Bianca. She was a girl. He couldn't be pushed around by a girl. No way. That would mean he was weak. He stopped at the wall by the door and leaned against it, taking some weight off of his leg. Being thrown through a glass door wasn't exactly good for one's body.
A sudden rap came from the other side of his door. "Yeah?" Adam asked, trying to sound casual, while grimacing in pain.
"Yo. Lemme in." Drew said from the other side. Adam leaned over and opened the door a few inches, but hesitated before opening it fully to let him in. Drew instantly made himself comfortable, dropping in a beanbag chair at the other end of the room.
"A crazy day, right?" He said, giving a small smile.
"No. It was one of my most relaxing yet!" Adam said sarcastically, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"I know, I know." Drew said, his smile leaving his face temporarily. "Do you want to go to The Dot or something? Get your mind off it."
Adam smiled at the offer. "Thanks, but I'm pretty beat. Maybe tomorrow."
"Can't. Tomorrow's the dance. Are you still going?" Drew asked.
The dance. Adam had almost forgot. The dance would be terrible. Gossip, whispers, and the worst of all- Bianca. He stayed quiet.
"Adam?" Drew waved.
"Um, I think I'll go."
"Are you sure? You don't have to. I'll tell mom to get you some snacks or something and you can stay home and play Call of Duty."
"No, but thanks. I think I'm okay."
"Alright," Drew started, standing up. "But you'll always be my little sister. I just want to protect you." He strode to the door.
"I... I know." Adam said, his face on fire. Why'd Drew have to say that? Sister? Adam knew he meant well but he was so sick of being referred to as that. The word seemed so foreign.
Drew left silently. Adam lay back down on his bed. The word haunted him. Normally it wouldn't bother him so much, but today was already terrible. Bianca. Bianca had pulled his shirt open in front of everyone. This day couldn't possible get any worse. Adam sat up again. Bianca. Bianca was the worst. He needed revenge. She needed to be put in her place. She couldn't just go around and ruin people's lives like that.
Adam stood up and locked his door. He returned to the bed. Leaned over and opened a drawer in his bed stand. He slowly picked up the hair clip. He picked up the lighter with his other hand. Clicked it on. Felt the heat of the flame by his finger. He let the flame swallow the edges of the clip. He hated her. Hated her. Adam placed the hot metal on his skin, and let the pain take over.