rule 10 • my lowest, my highest, my everything. he was the one constant

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𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

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𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑.







adam opened it. "you're late."

"why do you wanna see me so bad?" i scoffed, pushing past him.

"i don't. i'm just saying. bitch."

"asshole."

he slammed the door, following after me.

"what are you wearing?" adam questioned.

i shrugged, playing with the ends of my dress.

the white floral fabric rustled between my fingers, as i tried to drown out the sound of adams mindless blabbing.

"you usually look homeless whenever you step into my house. why are you trying so hard?" adam questioned, staring at my purse. "are you in love with me?"

"yeah, i'm doing this to impress you." i agreed sarcastically, sitting down on his couch.

i inspected my nails, filing down the back of the acrylic.

"seriously. why do you look like that?" adam grabbed an apple off the counter.

"like what?" i asked, setting my bag down.

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