I don't like him.
That was the first thing I thought when he came into my family. Honestly I was scared of him. The first time I saw Adam wasn't when my parents introduced us that we were going to be siblings, no it was two weeks before that.
I remembered that night I was outside. Walking. Just for the heck of it, since I barely go outside anyways. I don't like walking outside because I don't like people, they're weird and scary. That night though, for some weird reason I thought maybe some fresh air would be good for me.
Even though it was night time it was still hot since it was summer. I was wearing some shorts and a white tee shirt that hugged my torso. I also had on a thin black cardigan on because I didn't like the feeling of exposing too much skin.
I came outside to see if there was any light winds blowing that night but unfortunately I had no luck just outside my house. I thought if I walked around just the neighborhood it wouldn't be that dangerous and maybe I'll get too feel the wind too so I began to walk.
It wasn't too long when I reached the end of my street. I turned around to walk back and out of nowhere he pop out. Though I didn't know his name back then, Adam looked terrible. He had scratches and a dirty face. It was dark outside so I couldn't really see his usual good lookng face. His eyes snapped at me when I stopped walking. I was happy we were a good six feet apart when he noticed me otherwise I think I would have screamed.
From what I could tell he had couple bruises on him, had a black eye and at the corner of his lips looked like it was bleeding. He was panting hard like he ran from somewhere or something. After a couple minute of just staring at each other he finally turn his back on me and started limping his way. I stood there quietly, too shock about what I just witnessed. I was about to walk back home until I heard a loud "thump."
I turned around I saw that he had collpased on the ground, unconscious. I hesitantly walked towards him. When I was I'm front of him I kneeled down to check if he was conscious. He wasn't, but I didn't really know how to help him. I ran back home and grabbed the first aid kit, my mom had in the kitchen.
I started to wiped the dirt and blood off his face. Getting a much better view of him, Adam was really handsome even with the injuries. I placed a band aid near his right eye brow since he had a scratch there. I place a smaller one on the left side of his mouth. I glanced down and saw that his knuckles on his right hand was also bruised. I wrapped a cloth around his knuckled after disinfecting it. After that, I got up and went home. Sure I felt bad for letting him lying there in the streets but I wasn't sure what would had happened if I took him into the house. He didn't look too friendly so I left it at that.
So when I saw him again of course I was shocked. Of course this time he didn't have any scratches any more.
"Lacy, this is Adam. Adam, this is my beautiful daughter Lacy. From now on you guys will be brother and sister so please try to get along," my mother said.
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It's been a week since Adam been here with us. I never talk to him but then again I never talk to anyone. Though I did expect for him to make friends I was amazed by how fast and many he got. I'm quite sure it was all do to his devilishly good looks.
I still didn't like him. He was rude, selfish, and above all stupid. He was always out after meeting Mike and his crew. They would go out partying and drinking and doing who knows what other stuffs. Even though my parents weren't his real parents that doesn't mean he could go off on them saying stupid things like they couldn't tell him what to do because they're not his parents. He was seriously just another problem for my parents and as if I wasn't enough.
I walked in the cafeteria to grab lunch and quickly spotted Adam with his crew. Apparently he and Kim was sucking each other face and I couldn't help but lost my appetite. I never liked her, maybe because of how her ugly perfect tone legs were or how disgusting her pretty eyes look or maybe just that fact that she was with Adam. I frowned at my last thought. No way was I upset that Adam was with her. I freaking hate him, he is a huge jackass, just a very good looking one.
Once I gotten my lunch I walked passed his group heading towards the library. I couldn't help but hear their stupid whisper about me.
"Dude, your sister is fucking weird."
"Is she always like that?"
"She's ugly."
That last comment was Kim's, I just know it from her whiney pitchy voice. I knew I didn't like her for a reason. I slightly turn my head to glare at them but of course they were already talking shit about the next person crossing their their path. I was ready to turn my head back to look where I was going until I lock eyes with Adam. But as fast as I met his eyes I quickly turned rushing out of there.
My heart was beating rapidly as I quickly glide to the library. I placed my food on a table at corner where no one could see me. I tightly gripped my chest trying to calm it.
Why was my heart beating so fast? Was I scared because someone caught me glaring at them? Yes! That must be it! My heart beating fast because Adam caught me glaring at them.
Thinking about him again, I liked it better when he was unconscious that one time. He seemed clam and at peace, although he was hurt and unconscious at the time. I couldn't help but smiled when I thought about him and then I remembered his eyes. Although it was quick, remembering his eyes made my heart jumpy again. I do hate him don't I?
