Chapter 63

I slam the picture down when I can't look at it any longer. Why does he have a picture of me?  MRS. Beckett's words replay over in my head; when she was telling me that Adam talked about me and how he liked me. My stomach clenches tightly. Adam doesn't like me. It's just a stupid picture, I tell myself this repeatedly. But it doesn't help one bit. "What are you doing?"  The familiar voice makes me jump and I hurriedly whirl around, only to find Adam practically two feet away from me. "Adam," I breath shakily, "Hi." "What are you doing?" He repeats and tries to push me out of the way, but I keep firm.  "Nothing." I reply with a small shrug, "Why? Scared I found your porn stash?" Adam grunts, "No. I just don't like people going through my stuff." With that, he dodges around me and swats my hand away that's clamped on the picture. He speedily grasps it and the small black book.  Adam do