Adam's POV
I never want to get up. Facing the world is too hard. I wish I could just sleep forever, and hide my face from the world. But I'm well aware that's never going to happen, and I'll have to go to school eventually. Hopefully I'd have one more day of peace before I have to face the day.
Drew didn't bother knocking, so I had a mini heart attack when he walked in. He sat next to me on the bed, and gave me a little hug. "I think I'm sick," I told him, nonchalantly. He saw right through my lies, and turned his face towards mine.
"I know your lying to get out of school. But you know, I'll be there for you, no matter what, remember? If you need help, just scream my name and I'll be right by your side. Don't forget it." I could feel a mixture of rage and sadness behind his sharp brown eyes. My heart stung, knowing that I was the cause of his unhappiness.
Drew had so much going for him: He strived to be popular, he had good looks, and he was athletic. I knew if he didn't have to deal with me, he'd have a picture perfect life. "I'm so sorry," I sobbed, hugging him and leaning my head on his shoulder. "It's all my fault, I'm a wreck, I wrecked my parent's marriage, I wrecked your life, and who knows who else I'm going to accidentally destroy."
Drew tore me off him and locked eyes with me again, "You didn't destroy anything. I love having you as a step-brother, don't you ever forget it." All I could do was hang my head in shame, and look down at the black sheets currently covering my bed.
"C'mon, we're going to be late" Drew said, dragging me out of bed. "Can I at least change first?" I asked, looking down at my current lack of clothes. I had on a white camisole and boxer shorts. Drew went downstairs, and I put on almost the exact same thing as yesterday. Dark wash jeans, the same hoodie, and this time, a red t-shirt.
I hurried downstairs, and arrived to see Drew waiting patiently at the end of the stairwell. He gave me my backpack and a granola bar to eat; since we had taken so long talking we didn't have enough time for breakfast.
As we were walking towards the school, I had to hold back my tears. I didn't want Drew to see me upset. I had made a deal with myself, I would never tell Drew about the bullies. I made his life enough hell without him knowing all the tiny details. I would do anything to prevent him from knowing.