|So Sick Of Typical
Author: Elijah Blackwood PM
Derby hasn't been the same since Adam started teaching. It got worse when the dream didn't stop repeating. Now, it's the end of his time in school. A goodbye is in order, I think.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Derby & Adam Y. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,997 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 12-09-12 - Published: 03-17-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7932682
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I slapped the sandwich, and papers he were grading, out of his hand as he jumped, surprised at the action.
"What are you doing?" I said in an annoyed voice.
"I was eating a Chicken Salad sandwich." he said, irritated, but had a slight smile on his face.
"Well, that's cannibalism."
His hands dropped to his thighs with a smack and his eyes narrowed as his blue eyes mirrored his thoughts, huh?
"Because you're a chicken, afraid to ask Sydney out-"
He interrupted me, leaning forward as his palms faced outward,
"Sydney's not interested in me, and even if she were, it'd never work."
"Because-" he was about to explain, but stood up, I turned around to see Echo walking toward us.
"Hey, Echo, whatcha got for lunch? There's plenty of room at my table. I love your shoes." He said in one breath.
"Hey, Adam." was her only response, and he still kept smiling as she walked behind the school.
"That's why. You see how I act when I feel about each other." He said, sitting down.
I eyed him, slightly disgusted- and a little confused at his word choice.
Usually he was so eloquent. (Yes, he made me look it up once.)
"Yeah, you worship the ground she walks on and she just walks on. Unlike Sydney who's falling all over you." Venom in my words.
And as if by cue, Sydney trips on her heel and falls into Adam's lap.
I sat up in bed as I remembered that day.
It'd been years since that day but I never forgot it.
Adam always got everything, practically, handed to him...
And here I am, sweating, beat up, and alone on the day Adam and I met.
I turned down the cover and noticed I wasn't wearing pants again.
But at least my Spiderman boxers were on.
I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans off of the floor.
I put them on quickly and went into my drawer, picked a shirt that didn't reek, and put it on.
Adam is probably already at school.
I looked at myself in the mirror, a corpse staring back at me.
I wish I could sleep more.
But that dream is a sign, but I don't know what it is.
I rub cold water on my face and hope for the best.
It'll be the longest last day of school of my life.
Senior year is over.
Everyone is leaving..
And I'm stuck here.