A/N: This chapter was mostly Adam in his own head space, so there isn't much action going on. I hope you enjoy, review and all that, it gives me the motivation to update faster!
His eyes narrow at the piece of paper and he can't help but shift nervously in his seat as he looked over it for the millionth time. He mostly kept fixating on the small note directly under the number - written in an almost curly font, her name dotted with a heart.
'Bianca DeSousa. Call me or whatever.'
He found himself smiling without much notice at all, and he had to admit, that was a very Bianca thing to say. She'd never been able to let on much, whether she actually wanted to or not. Despite the fact that she spent her whole high school years mercilessly torturing him, he knew she has a softer side, or that's what he convinced himself to believe. Drew would always call him crazy for thinking such a thing - that she of all people could hold actual emotions, but for some reason that he didn't know himself, she always had this underlying persona that she rarely ever let out.
If he tried hard enough he could almost picture it - that slight flicker of sadness that'd show in her eyes when he began looking disappointed after he had thrown an insult his way. After a while he built up a certain tolerance to it, but there would always be that slight pang in his chest and he couldn't help it. There would always be a part of him, even if it was literally the most miniscule part of him, which would pine over her. She was the first girl he could actually recollect liking, even if she'd treated him like scum at the bottom of her shoes there would always be some instance of feelings there, whether he approved of them or not.
Burying his thoughts deep back within his subconscious, he stared idly at his phone, running his finger around the side of it contemplating whether to send a text or simply call her. The lit screen illuminated the darkness that was his dorm room and the realization that he'd been thinking about this for far too long was quickly sinking in. Granted, he was never a 'Ladies Man,' but he'd always thought he had the ability to make the first move without hesitation.
The first move? Was he crazy? He was actually thinking about making a move on Bianca DeSousa, the thought alone was purely insane. This girl had made it her mission to go out of her way just to insult him, now he has it in his head that he should pursue her? Again, pure insanity. If he actually thought about it for another moment, this could all be a trick. Maybe she was plotting against him, setting him up for another humiliating moment; it was just a matter of time before she had him exposed to the whole school - not that he was hiding his background, exactly. But, he hadn't really tried to make some big public announcement about it, considering how unnecessary it seemed.
Tossing his phone to his nearby bed, he let out an elongated sigh. This whole matter was getting more tedious as the seconds passed. If, and only if, she was actually planning some big joke on him, he might have the opportunity to give her comeuppance. The word itself caused a mute laugh to slip past him. Though, it was still true. She'd been his tormentor for years, this was his chance to have a sudden turn of tables. Deep down, he was still hoping she truly hadn't recognized him and this was simply an act of friendship. But, with each passing minute, that being the actual reason seemed slimmer and slimmer.
Chewing indecisively on the inside of his cheek, he then began leaning over and reaching for the phone once more. Ultimately, he decided it'd be a better idea to shoot a short text instead of taking the more direct approach that came with making a call. After tapping away at the screen for a few moments, then impulsively erasing what he wrote and restarting at least three times; he'd finally gained the courage to press the little send button in the corner.
'Hey, it's Adam.' Sure, it might seem too simple, but it was better than the two paragraph ramble he had typed out the first time. He chucked the phone back to his bed, then scooting his chair over to his work desk. In an attempt to distract himself, and ultimately keep him from waiting by the phone for hours on end, he pulled out a pencil and a pad of paper and began sketching away.
After a short while, he began to notice that he was far from focused; his foot aimlessly tapping to the ground every few seconds and his pencil strained between his teeth instead of in his hand. Not being able to wait another moment, he quickly made his way over to the bed, frantically flipping a few pillows over until he was able to grab ahold of his phone.
'Yeah, I gathered that.' He read across from the dimly lit screen, a small smirk breaking into his features. Her I don't care attitude was something he was getting used to already.
Contemplating what he was going to say for a moment, he decided on the lamest thing that came to mind. 'Uh, right, duh. What's up?' He silently cursed himself for that one, he'd never been much of a texter so this was semi new to him.
Her response came back quick the time, a wider grin pulling at his lips as the phone vibrated in his hands. 'I'm about to head over to my friend's party down the street from the library. You should come, study boy. I bet you're reading or some shit like that right now.'
He let out a short laugh before responding without any hesitation this time. 'Hey! You never know, I could totally be out living it up. Y'know partying or whatever.'
'So, you're not coming then?' She'd caught him, there was no way he was denying her invite.
'No… I didn't say that…'
'Ha, that's what I thought. Get your ass down here, kid. We'll see if you can have some real fun.'
'Seriously, you're wounding me. But fine, I'll be there. It's not for you, though. It's just… the party I was at died down a bit…' That was a total lie, but he knew she wouldn't be able to resist playing along.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sucks, I'll text you the address and you better be here soon before this one "dies down" to.' Smirking down at his lap, he then turned and got out of his seat. Walking towards his closet so he could pick out a new outfit for later on tonight.
It should be fun.
A/N: Okay so, I liked this chapter a bit. It was just a short peek inside his head which was nice. Next chapter we'll be heading to the party so that should be... interesting. But before I let you go I have a few announcements!
IMPORTANT: I'm updating my other fic, Past occurrences and other things, soon and I'm also thinking of starting three other ones since I don't have a set ship for that story yet. One will be Kadam and I already have an idea for that, then one for Beckdam which I have a general idea of what I'm doing for as well, and I really want to write a Fadam fic but I'm a bit stuck on ideas. If you have any please comment and tell me. Either that or head to my pm box which is always open! Also, tell me which one you'd like to see first, okay? Okay! Thanks for reading, don't forget to review and all that.