No Name | Completed

Chapter 25 - The Bitch Lives

Ohhh Adam...just look at him. Ladies, you're welcome ;)


I scrolled through Instagram absentmindedly while waiting to leave for the senior class trip training or whatever it was that we were doing for the next two days. Jesse was drumming two pencils on the counter while he watched Netflix on the office computer. He was watching Breaking Bad and every couple of minutes he would look at me and ask me not to tell him what happens next. I've seen all of the seasons already. I accidentally gave something away twenty minutes ago and he was beyond pissed at me.

When he wasn't telling me not to tell him what happens next, he would ask me questions about New Mexico and if that was really how it was. I had to repeatedly tell him I never lived in that part of New Mexico so I didn't know.

I slid my thumb up and came across a photo of Lissa and Jake holding a fish. It was from our fishing trip the other day. My heart warmed at the memories as I remember Adam opening up to me about where he was from and whether he wanted to even be in a band in the future. My mind wandered to the way he looked in his backwards hat. Man he was so cute.

When he said I wasn't like other girls I swooned and I'm not even afraid to admit it. The look in his eyes as he said it made it even better. There was something there that I still couldn't pinpoint, but I was determined to figure it out someday.

Later that night we all went back to Adam's place and hung around the fire next to the pool. Well it started off a little more dramatic than I would have preferred, but ended well as I sobered up. Lissa and Jake wandered off somewhere by themselves. Jared flirted incessantly with Demi which to say it was a surprise is the understatement of the year. He was holding a water bottle the entire night, but I was still suspicious of whether or not he spiked it with Everclear or Vodka or something.

I felt guilty for not trusting my own brother, but I still had a strange feeling when it came to him. I was still missing some part of the puzzle and I could not, for the life of me, figure out even an inkling of what it may be.

I avoided alcohol like the plague later that night in order to prevent myself from absolutely embarrassing myself in front of Adam once again. The poor groupie didn't know what was coming for him. I shuddered at the memory.

Turns out, I didn't need it to keep me entertained though. It was entertaining enough to watch Adam around the band. He became a typical dude when he was around them and there was something so attractive about it. At one point the mohawk guy (I can never remember his name) tackled Adam into the pool, which was not an image I ever wanted to forget.

Let's just say a soaked Adam was...well you get where I'm going.

I smiled as memories began playing in the back of my mind.

I coughed a little bit and began rearranging my hair so it was out of my face.

"Jared! You're such an ass!" Lissa called from the front porch deck.

As if he ever cared.

I swam over to the side, pissed off that I was sopping wet. Suddenly a hand shot in front of my face.

"No name," his deep voice interrupted my incessant grumbling. My heart stopped as I met his face, which was smirking down at me.

I took his hand and climbed out of the pool, water literally pouring off of my clothes as I stood at the edge. I glared at Jared as Adam led me away.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He pulled a towel off of a rack and he turned to hand it to me, but froze. It was maybe a millisecond as he stared at me, not just my face, his eyes wider than normal. He snapped out of it quickly, cleared his throat and handed me the towel.