My Experiment | Adam Uthman x Female Reader

Chapter 3 - Old Friends

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES MENTION OF SELF-HARM⚠️

(Calling: Y/N is italic and Adam is bold.)

Your Point of View

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November 12th, 2023

Entry: I'm going to need to ask Santa this Christmas for a new Journal because what happened in 48 hours is going to fill these last few pages I have, but it's the start of November in a way so I guess I'll have to make it last.

So Lizzy and I did run into her ex from college. Adam, I mean. We thought it was him at first but were too scared to say something. I'm surprised he didn't ask about Lizzy that day because she didn't work that day. I was serving drinks at the counter a little before noon and saw someone in the corner of my eye before I walked to the sink to clean wine glasses. Turns out it was him since he confirmed it.

I've got to say, he's kind of sexy in a way. I shouldn't fucking say that. WHOOPS. Anyway, he has tattoos now which he didn't have during college, and...okay, maybe that's all that's changed. He's still just as flirty and charming as he was when he was younger.

That makes me think now...When he came up to our apartment (our as in Liz and I) not too long ago, he mentioned that Weverly-our old friend-wanted to meet up at chat with me. I don't know if Adam meant both Liz and I or just me. Either way, I have to ask him now and he put his number into my phone when we "talked" today. He said he wanted to talk to me but he couldn't do it there at the counter with me because he "couldn't stay for long" and he "had his own errands to run."

It's bullshit. So, I have to "dates" now. Ew, why did I write dates? Eh, oh well. I'm not wrong though; it is kind of like a date so it guess it make sense. Still, I have work next Tuesday-only having tomorrow-Sunday-and Monday off for this week.

I take the pen this time off of the paper of my Journal. "What the fuck was I going to write?" I scoff. "I'll remember eventually." I click the pen and close up my Journal. Leaning over to my nightstand. I open the small drawer and toss my pen and Journal in there. I stand up and push the drawer shut with my foot.

I walk out of my room and glance at Elizabeth making up dinner for the night. "Whatcha cookin'?" I ask her as I walk by.

"Pasta. Where are you going?"

"Checking to see if Mr. Frenchie is at our door," I reply, walking towards the door. I hear a long sigh come from Liz's mouth.

Yeah.

Me-fucking-too.

If he is at our door I'm going to lose my shit.

A shaky hand comes from my side as I grip the door handle. In one swift motion, I open the door.

No one.

I peek my head out into the hallway.

No one.

Sighing in relief, I shut the door and locked it. "We're good," I say as I walk past Liz and back into my room.

I shut the door and plop onto my bed. I start to rest my eyes, what if I have that weird dream again? What did it even-

BZZ BZZ

My eyes widen as my phone suddenly goes off. I sit up and lean to grab my phone to see who's calling.

Adam.

Of.

Fucking.

Course.