Infatuation – 3

“W-what?” I said. I looked up and saw him looking at me. “It’s fine, Adam. We can find our own seat,” I continued, trying to keep my shit together. I nudged Moira so she could back me up. “Right, Moira?”

But she just shrugged! She just shrugged! Gods, what’s wrong with this day?!

“Cool,” Adam said, clearly pleased that my best friend just betrayed me. He got the tray from my hand and began to walk. I looked at Moira but she wasn’t looking at me. Traitor!

We both followed Adam until we were face to face with the famous people in our school—I mean famous guys. I think the only people allowed to sit in thefamousspot were of course the famous people, their girlfriends, and… yeah, right, that’s certainly it.

“Scoot,” Adam told one of his friends. He followed without saying anything so I’d assume that Adam’s one of thebigguys in his circle. He sat and then patted the space beside him. “Sit here,” he said.

“What about Moira?” I asked him. I really would do anything just to get out from this situation! I had a feeling this break would be really stressful! I just wanted to eat and refuel my energy before I torment myself again later. Gods, I can’t catch a break!

“He can sit beside Scott,” Adam said and Moira followed him without even saying anything. What’s the deal with her? And what’s the deal with Silas? He’s been really quiet! I mean, if this was a normal situation, I think he’d kick me out of the table in no time. He really hated it when I was with Adam.

I sighed and gave up. I lost all my choices.

“Wait for me later, ‘kay?”

“Why?”

“We’ll hang out, remember?”

Oh, that. He’s so persistent. Where’s his lady friend, anyway? I haven’t seen her since this morning. Maybe she could keep him company so he’d stop annoying me.

“Do we really have to?”

He put his soda down and faced me—never mind that we’re in a table with his friends. I just wanted to bury my face in my hands. I can’t have him looking at me like that! He’s not supposed to look at me like that!

“Spencer,” he said, every word sending me into an overdrive. “Do you have a problem with me?”

“No, of course not,” I said. “You’re being really paranoid, Adam. I am not mad at you. We’re cool.”

But he didn’t stop with that soul-piercing stare. I wanted him to stop. Him being like this would just make me hope even more… and I just wanted to be done hoping that we could be something… because I know I’d just be lying to myself.

“I’m not stupid, Spence. I can feel that there’s something wrong. What is it?” His voice sounded like he really cares for me… “You’re my best friend, right?” I was hoping for something more when I got slapped with reality. Again.

I heaved out a deep breath. “Sure,” I said, the word tasted bitter in my mouth. “Believe me, we’re fine, Adam. I’m just giving you space…” I continued. I can’t believe I’d be opening this topic again. “Remember what happened with Jasmine?”

Worry crossed his face. “I can talk to—”

“No, really, there’s no need to. She’s your girlfriend and I’m your best friend. She’s your priority, I know. I just don’t want you to lose your girlfriend because of me… again.”

I lost my appetite after that. I still can’t get over what Jasmine did to me a year ago. I mean, I get it that she’s jealous of me but can’t she understand that I’m close to Adam because I am his best friend?! Did she really need to go to such length just to keep me at bay?

I stood up. “I’m not hungry anymore,” I said as I began to leave. My placed my hand over my stomach as I made my way out of the cafeteria. My tummy was begging me to feed it but I wouldn’t take another step back. I’d rather starve than to face Adam again.

My phone vibrated.

Moira: why did you leave me here!!

Owen: bleachers.

Shoot! I forgot about Moira! But she’d be fine; Silas was there. Whatever’s going on between the two of them, I’d wish they’d fix it. I mean, I really didn’t want to get caught in the middle of another feud. I was struggling with my own as it was.

Though I didn’t know what exactly Owen said when he texted bleachers, I assumed that he meant for me to go there. There still was time before the classes began and I had nothing better left to do so what the hell. I went to the bleacher hoping to find Owen but he wasn’t there.

Me: ?

Owen: right side, 3rd

I walked towards the bleacher and followed his instruction, there I saw a paper bag. The people in the gym were all busy playing so I assume this was Owen’s. I reached for the paper bag and when I opened it, I saw food. My stomach grumbled upon smelling what’s inside.

Me: ? but thanks

Owen: You’re welcome.

He’s really weird! Why was there food here? I wanted to question him but that’s the least of my priorities. I needed this food badly. I was so hungry! I sat down and began eating. It felt a bit lonely but I’d take it over having to deal with Adam any day. Maybe I should tell Moira that we better eat our food inside the CR so no one would bother us two. High school life’s really proving to be problematic! Why was it so hard to be a teenager?

Once I was done eating, I tossed the remains in the trashcan and went back to the room. Everything was fine until my class together with Adam came.

Gods, please let me be alone right now!

“Look, I already talked to Piper—”

“What?!”

Adam looked at me. “I told her that you’re my friend and if she has problems with you, then we should just stop hanging out.”

My mouth fell open and my eyes went bigger. What the heck was wrong with him?! I was trying toreallyfinally move on from his claws but he’s doing it again! He’s making me feel like I was really special but then he’ll later drop me for some other girl!

“Why did you do that, Adam?!”

He looked confused with my reaction but I was more confused with his actions. What’s his real deal?! I can’t k…