Throughout that relationship, he didn't feel like he was Adam. He was just there. There to awkwardly hug her when she was watching rom-coms. There to listen to her when she thought that Ruby went too far with the fat nerds. There to tell her that she looked sexy in new clothes. There to carry fifty designer bags on the bus. With Aimee he didn't feel like he had a name. He was just Aimee Gibbs' tall scary boyfriend that rarely smiled. Even when he did smile at her, he thought about someone else.
He couldn't pinpoint when he started thinking about Eric. Maybe it was looking at his girlfriend's clothes. Maybe it was that one time, she'd worn blue eyeshadow. Maybe it was that time he grabbed him by the face and smiled at how smooth his skin was. Eric's skin was a thousand times softer than Aimee's. He was a boy, how was that possible?
One morning he's at his locker. Other kids buzzing around him like flies, but the only voice he tunnels in on, is Eric's. "Anwars' so fit. I'm gonna do it oat-crispie, I'm gonna ask him out" Eric nods.
"Why? Personality wise you have nothing in common"
"Under all that...he's super nice!" He huffs.
"Calm down. Eric...just because he's the only openly gay boy in school, you don't have to like him" New kid smiles.
"You tell him new kid"- Wait, where did that voice come from. Adam taps his cigarette against his lips to shoo that voice away. He gets his lighter, slams his locker and gives the pair of nerds a death stare, before storming off. He can push Eric around and like him at the same time...can't he?