CHAPTER TWELVE: SLEEPING HEART ATTACKS
Adam's POV
"What do you mean she saw us?"
"I mean she saw us," I repeated. Bianca walked beside me on the sidewalk while hugging herself. The cold wind was whipping her hair around and shooting mine back like that vampire guy on Twilight.
"Wait," she warned while placing a hand on my stomach, "you mean she saw…us?" She motioned between me and her with her index finger.
I nodded solemnly while chewing on the inside of my cheek. I watched Bianca's reaction carefully. She didn't look too happy about Saint Clare knowing that we were having an affair.
Bianca turned away from me and began walking again. I followed just a couple feet behind her fast pace. She asked over her shoulder, "You don't think she'd say anything would she?"
"Doubt it. I'm sure Clare isn't happy about me cheating on Fiona with you of all people, but that doesn't mean that she's out for my blood either."
All of a sudden, Bianca turned on the heel of her leather boot so that I gently bumped into her. She recovered quickly, but I frowned at her in confusion. She looked almost worried about Clare knowing the darkest secret we shared.
She bit her lip hard and asked, "You're sure she won't tell anyone?"
I nodded while rubbing my lips together. I was hopping from foot-to-foot to keep my body temperature normal. Boy did I hate it when it got cold like this.
"Yeah," white clouds formed while I spoke, "the only person she'll tell is Eli. I'm pretty sure that he'd do just about anything to prove Clare wrong."
I flashed a quick smile before brushing past Bianca. But she gripped my arm to stop me and make me look back at her with my eyebrows meeting.
My mouth was already open to start asking what was wrong when she began speaking. "So no one is going to find out about our game?"
"No one will know." I looked Bianca's odd body language up and down before meeting her brown eyes. She quickly glanced at the ground. It would've seemed like she was afraid to look me in the eye.
I blinked once before asking, "Why are you so worried about it? You weren't worried about people knowing about the little oral incident between you and my brother, so why are you flipping out now?"
Bianca opened her mouth to say something, but she stopped herself for some unexplainable reason. She forced an unwilling smile before placing a short kiss to my lips and saying, "Word spreads fast in a high school. I just don't want the whispers to reach the wrong ears. You probably wouldn't understand."
She caressed my cheek with the pad of her thumb before patting my chest lightly and walking past me. I glared after her before jogging to catch up.
"No I think I do understand. You mean you don't want people like Owen or Ron-Ron to know, right?"
"Just drop it, Adam," she ordered.
Out of instinct I lashed out at her and yanked her closer by her forearm. She winced at the sudden contact, but her pain quickly turned to anger.
She said between her teeth, "Let go of me, Adam."
"Then tell me what you're thinking. Just say it and I won't be mad."
Bianca stood her ground and looked be straight in the eye. I shivered a little at her cool gaze. Finally I released her arm so that she could take a step back from me.
"Say what?" she finally asked.
"Say why you really don't want people to know about us."
"Okay," Bianca sighed and looked at her feet, "I just don't want it to reach the wrong ears. If someone knew that you were with me, they could really hurt you. And as surprising as it may seem, I don't want that to happen."
I laughed once before staring off into the gray sky. Bianca laughed too before glaring at me. "Do you find that funny or something?"
My face relaxed into something serious when I met her eyes again. I set my jaw and muttered, "Yeah, it's funny how you're still spouting lies. I'll see you later, Bianca."
I sent her one last look of pained anger before turning a cold shoulder on her and walking in the opposite direction to Clare's house. If anyone could cheer me up right now it would be Fiona.
"Do you really want to know why?" I hear Bianca yell at me.
I stopped and turned just enough to look at her. Her eyes were glaring again, and I knew that what was coming next wasn't gonna be pretty.
I didn't have to nod or even answer yes before Bianca yelled, "I don't want everyone to know that I've been spending all of my time with a pathetic tranny! I just can't believe you actually thought I liked you."
The cold words hit me hard and pretty much knocked the breath out of me. Tears threatened to sting my eyes, but I pushed them back down my throat as I swallowed every last ounce of pride I had.
There was this pain in my chest that I hadn't felt in a long time. That horrible feeling hadn't been felt since Bianca had singled me out at school. I'd felt it when I was Gracie. I'd felt it when I would finish burning a new scar on the inside of my arm.
And now I felt it as every single memory of Gracie, and the burning, and all the other insolent bullshit resurfaced.
Bianca looked real proud of herself as she stood there about six feet away from me. I had half a mind to grab her and push her into the street of traffic.
A few people glanced between us warily. Either they could sense the angry tension or they had just heard what she'd said to me. I hoped it was the first one.
I ran my tongue over the front of my teeth before looking her dead in the eye. "Fuck you, Bianca!" I screamed. "Fuck you and fuck your feelings."
Bianca's eyebrows rose at my daring words, but I wasn't going to wait for her to shoot something back at me. I didn't need anymore insults from her glossy mouth today. I just needed to go and relax with the one girl who loved me more than anyone else.
And Bianca definitely wasn't that girl.
I gave her an angry scowl before turning and walking back down the sidewalk to Clare's house. There was a pricking feeling in my stomach that told me Clare wasn't going to be very excited to see me.
But maybe she wouldn't be as angry with me after I explained everything that had just happened between me and Bianca just moments before.
I had barely rang the doorbell when Clare threw the door open to look at me. Her baby blue eyes were still waist deep in disappointment.
"You can't seriously expect me to let you see her after what I saw this morning," she said in disbelief.
I averted my eyes from hers and said, "I don't and I wouldn't be angry if you slammed the door in my face right now. Bianca and I are dead and gone. You were right about her, Clare. She's an evil whore."
I couldn't help but laugh a little bit at my own words. But Clare wasn't laughing. Her shoulders shrugged with shame as she quickly pulled me into her house by the collar of my shirt.
"I'm sorry, Adam. I was just trying to protect you." She looked me over with sorrow while she rested her hand on my shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head. "I think it's best if I just try to forget about it."
Clare nodded while still looking sorry. The sound of footsteps interrupted our moment in front of her door. We both looked to see Fiona walking down the stairs looking as elegant as ever.
She frowned and looked between me and Clare with a puzzled expression. "Did I miss something?"
"Nope," we both answered quickly. Clare laughed a little bit before jumping away from me.
"I'm going to go make some popcorn. I think a movie night between all of us would be the perfect goodbye gift for Fiona. I'll call Eli too." Clare bounded out of our sight quickly, leaving behind a very awkward silence.
"Well that wasn't weird at all," Fiona muttered. She smiled when she looked at me. I instantly felt bad for cheating on her with Bianca behind her back. She had never deserved any of that.
A smile reached her icy blue eyes when she caught me staring. She pulled me into a warm embrace before pressing a long kiss to my lips.
I forced a smile to tug at the corners of my mouth while she watched me. I was still trying to force Bianca's ruthless insults from my swarming head.
A/N: THE END….kidding. I'm just kidding. Sorry I didn't update as soon as I said I would. My computer was having some "technical difficulties". Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
