"So, if you're not getting back together, why were you talking about her?" I ask Adam, not caring that he's actively trying to ignore me.
Adam had been dating Jenna for about two years, until two weeks ago, when she dumped him after we graduated. Like, literally. We had just thrown our caps in the air when my brother went to congratulate her, before he even congratulated me, and she was all, Oh yeah. We're over. Not that I care. She tried to make my life a living hell the whole time they were together.
Adam was cagey about the reason and never told me, not that he tells me anything normally, but according to Dylan, the only person Adam confided in, it's because she didn't want to do long-distance. She must be using the term very loosely because Adam already goes to the University of Toronto, and she's going to Western U in September, and they're only two hours apart. Unless that was a total bullshit reason that Dylan gave me to stop me from hounding him.
For some reason, my brother was like the golden child at school—everyone loved him, which totally baffles me because he didn't even do anything. He wasn't on any teams or clubs or councils; he just kind of . . . existed. Apparently when he's not too busy being a complete dick, he actually has a sense of humor. Personally, I think he's just a giant, grumpy baby.
Jenna used to love that her boyfriend was Adam Murray. I don't know much about their relationship, since Jenna is basically my mortal enemy, but it seemed like Jenna was dating Adam's name, not Adam. She would strut around school wearing his sweaters and be all, Oh, this old thing? It's just my boyfriend's. You know. My boyfriend, Adam Murray? Yeah, it's his. And I'm wearing it, because he's my boyfriend.
Adam doesn't reply, so Dylan volunteers the answer. "She's going to drop off his stuff tonight."
My eyebrows rise to my hairline. "Wow, you actually got her to bring it back. How'd you manage that?"
Adam shrugs, already bored with the entire conversation. "Told her she wasn't getting her stuff until I got mine."
"Wow, ruthless." I yawn.
"Oh, shut up, Faye. I can still be civil."
"She's a bitch and you know it. You know it was her life's mission to make me and Lori miserable, right? I'm your sister! Shouldn't you be all protective and all no one messes with my little sister but me?"
"You bothered her just as much as she bothered you." Adam rolls his eyes and checks his phone. "Plus, you and I both know you're completely capable of taking care of yourself. You yell at me any time I say something."
I don't know what he's talking about because he never says anything. "Well, duh, I can take care of myself. But it would be nice if my own blood wasn't sleeping with the enemy!"
"If you were ever in any real trouble, I would've stepped in, even if you'd get mad at me for it."
"Bullshit!"
He would not have. He never has. His doing nothing basically encouraged her to keep being a bitch to me and Lori.
"She's never—"
"Prom," I state, silencing him immediately, because he knows I'm right.
It was no Carrie moment with pig's blood or anything, but she still ruined Lori's prom, and Adam was just there all None of my business. A girl from school invited a bunch of the girls in our grade over to her house for a pre-prom party, with pictures and appetizers and everything. Jenna was there, and she literally pushed Lori into the pool. My running theory is that Jenna saw how gorgeous Lori was and got jealous. She denied it to Adam and said it was an accident, and he believed her.