Did You Miss Me?

That Question

NOT EDITED...AT ALL.

"What the hell did you do!?!" I shout.

"What? You don't like it?" Adam says in an offended tone.

"NO! You look stupid." I say, reaching out touch his head, running my fingers over his scalp.

"Whatever." He smirks. "You know I look hella hot. You're just jealous."

"Jealous because I want my head completely shaven like yours? I don't think so. Now move." He moved so I could open my locker. He leaned against the lockers next to mine.

I open my locker and started to exchange books. I stop when Adam says, "So, whats wrong with you?"

I look at him with eyebrows raised. "What?"

"Ian said there was something wrong with you. That you were crying, or something."

Surprisingly, Adam had a series face and looked sincere.

"Ian told you that?"

"Don't change the subject."

"Who said I was changing the subject?"

"Why were you crying?" He says.

"Adam I don't want to talk about." I say quietly.

"Too bad. Talk."

"Adam! Stop being a dick!" I cried, quickly wiping away a tear that fell from my eye. I don't want talk or think about it.

Closing my locker, I ignore Adam, but from the corner of my eye I see him staring at me with wide eyes. "Lil." He says softly. "I'm sorry. Don't cry." He grabs my arms and turns me to face him. "I hate it when girls cry."

"I'm not crying." I mumble.

"Yes. You are. Hey. Look at me." When I don't look up at him he continues to say, "I'm sorry. I'm a dick. Big dick. I deserve to rot in hell for my dickie-ness. With the devil. With Hitler. With...um, Micheal Jackson."

I look up at him. "If there is a hell, Micheal Jackson wouldn't be in it."

Adam's eyes get even bigger and he lets go of my arms to point his index finger at me. "Yeah he would! I know he sold his soul to the devil for his fame!"

I chuckle. "Just shut up Adam."

He smiled. "Ha! I got you to laugh."

I don't understand something. Why in the world would Ian tell Adam anything about me. I thought they didn't even talk to each other.

"I'm gonna go. I'm gonna be late to class."

"Okay Lil." He says still sounding slightly concerned.

The next two classes were fun because I decided to sit next to Katie. I didn't even realize we had basically all of the same classes together. We talked quietly through the classes, and got reprimanded by the teacher for not paying attention.

When I went to Drama, I did a double take. Ian and David are sitting next to each other, and look like they're in the middle of an awkward conversation. When they notice me they both look relived. I sit next to Ian.

"Hey." It comes out more of a question than a greeting. "Whats going on?"

"Nothing. We were just talking. You know? Cause' that's what friends do." Ian said trying to be nonchalant about it.

David narrowed his eyes on Ian before rolling his eyes and focusing on me. "What he means is we're trying to be friends."

I think about this for a few seconds.