Chapter Thirty-Four
With the revelation that Adam’s new special friend was only here to prove some kind of point, I feel oddly confident. It’s just me and Adam in the house now, so I’m sitting at the kitchen table, sipping my tea. Let’s see what he has to say for himself when he surfaces.
‘Good morning for a third time,’ Adam says when he finally comes downstairs.
‘Hello again,’ I reply.
Adam grabs a couple of slices of bread and pops them in the toaster before filling the kettle, clicking it on and grabbing a mug from the cupboard.
‘My God,’ Adam starts before yawning and stretching out in front of me again, ‘I am so tired. What a night I had last night.’
‘Yeah, I thought Si and I got in pretty late after dinner, but you sure showed us,’ I say, which only makes him up his game.
‘What do you think of Becky?’ he asks.
‘Becka,’ I correct him. ‘She’s lovely.’
If this is all for my benefit then the last thing I’m going to do is let him see that I’m jealous, but now I know that they didn’t get up to anything I’m just intrigued, and like to think that I’m better at playing these games than any man could ever be.
‘We’re not serious or anything,’ he tells me coolly. ‘We’re just having fun, you know?’
‘Oh, I know,’ I tell him casually, ‘but she’s really nice, you should invite her out with the gang one night.’
I can see that Adam is getting annoyed because I’m not getting jealous. I actually feel quite sorry for him because he’s trying so hard, but why?
‘Well, I've got to get to work,’ Adam says, defeated.
‘No worries, I was about to leave anyway,’ I reply. ‘See you later.’
And with that, as cool as you like, I grab my bag and head for the door. I’ll teach you to play games with me, Adam.