Chapter Two: The Humiliation of Adam
I woke up that morning apprehensive about the day ahead. I feared that Adam would once again come between me and Kristy, shattering my hopes and dreams. Not so long ago, he defeated me and spent the next few months rubbing my nose in it every morning I saw her come out of his room. But, I reassured myself that he had ruined it for himself and she had chosen me. Tonight would be my vindication. Tonight would be Adam's turn for the humiliation of defeat.
At lunchtime, I heard a guy in the cafeteria trying to get rid of two tickets for a house show that night in the city. Because they didn't serve alcohol, it was the only club in the city that allowed an under twenty crowd. I asked who was playing and the name he said rang a bell. After letting it sink in a minute, I remembered seeing a few of their cd's in Kristy's car. I offered him the face value of one ticket if I could have both. I fully expected him to try to counter offer way over face value and we'd negotiate to somewhere in between. But, to my surprise, he accepted.
When I got home, I showed the tickets to Kristy. She became very excited, hugged and kissed me. Then, she looked at the date printed on them, "Oh honey... It's tonight? We can't do that. Don't you think it would be incredibly rude to take off right after Adam gets here?"
"Adam will understand, baby. I've never heard of them doing such a small venue, before. It may be a once and a lifetime opportunity," I persuaded, facetiously. I fully expected her to call me out on my bs, but she didn't.
"You're right. They usually only do stadium shows. Oh, I hope Adam won't be too mad," she fretted.
"I'm going to cook a nice meal before we go; some steak, potatoes, and steamed broccoli. I think that will more than make up for it."
"Maybe," she smiled.
Soon after I got started, Adam showed up with a just few bags full of clothes. I was cooking dinner, so Kristy answered the door, "Come on in. Make yourself at home. Do you need help carrying anything in?"
"This is all I've got left," Adam answered. I thought about his big flat screen tv and video game systems. I figured he must have sold them to try to keep up with rent or utilities. I smiled, though I didn't really take as much delight in his misery as I wanted to.
He came in and sat down. "What happened to all your stuff?" Kristy asked.
"I sold what I could and the rest I threw away," he answered pretty calmly. "I was able to pay some of my bills, like my car payment. But, I still owe two months' rent, three months electric, and they took back my cell phone since it was on a monthly."
"Oh, that sucks, I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It's that bitch over there's," Adam quipped, referring to me.
I turned with a dirty look on my face. Before I could speak, Kristy scolded him, "Adam! I'm not going to have you two at each other's throats. You both have your reasons to be mad at each other, but, as long as you are living under the same roof, you are going to be civil to one another."
"Sorry," he relented. There was silence for a few minutes.
"So, how can you survive without a phone?" Kristy asked him.
"Since I had that falling out with Dave and Tony over you, it's not like I have any friends to talk to. But, I did have a lot of girl's numbers in there, so it's affected my sleeping arrangements a little. See, when I returned my phone, I asked them to save my contacts for me. The guy put them on a flash card and then told me it would be thirty bucks for the flash card. I only had twenty and didn't get paid for a week. He told me he'd save it for me, but when I came back the following week, he didn't work there anymore and nobody knew anything about it. So, I lost all my numbers. I should have written them down, but I didn't think about it."
"Oh, that sucks. So when's the last time you got laid?" Kristy asked bluntly.
"Kristy!" I gasped, "Isn't that a bit out of bounds?"
"It's cool," Adam sighed. "We're all friends here, right? Honestly, it's been over a month. The last time was the day before Valentine's day. I was seeing this one chick who stays in the dorms. I thought we had something going, but apparently she already had a boyfriend and didn't tell me until I told her after we fucked that I made reservations for dinner the next night."
"Why didn't you just find someone else to take to dinner?" Kristy asked.
"I did. We went to dinner and then to a party. On the way back to my place, I got pulled over and arrested for a DWI and spent the weekend in jail. Then, they took my license for sixty days. I had to get a bus back and forth to the school and that's when I started working at the coffee shop since I lost my other job."
I wanted to want to laugh, but I felt sorry for him. Still, there was a comforting irony in the idea that 'the player' hadn't gotten laid once since I started having sex with his ex.
"If you can't drive, how did you get here tonight?" Kristy asked the question that hadn't even occurred to me.
"I drove. I couldn't leave my car back there."
"Don't be stupid, Adam. We would have come to get you and your car. You don't want to get more time added on, do you? Oh, and we'll be happy to give you a ride to the school and back each day, too."
The conversation turned to classes and work out routines as I served dinner. Then, we ate and left for the concert. Adam seemed disappointed Kristy was leaving and she seemed equally disappointed to leave him. I was beginning to get worried, but she had a great time at the show. A couple of older guys were hitting on Kristy right in front of me and spiking her drink with the flask they snuck in. I was a bit offended, but she was enjoying the attention and I knew who she was going home with. Then, after I counted her drinking roughly six shots, she came over to me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "Hey, baby. They said they know a secret route into the alley. If I go with them, they'll let me suck their cocks. Would that be okay with you? I mean, it's not cheating if you say it's okay, right?"
"I guess it's not cheating if I say it's okay, but I'm not going to say it's okay. You're just drunk and those guys are just trying to take advantage. We wouldn't even be talking about this if you were sober, so no."
"Ah, you're no fun. It's not just cause I'm drunk. They're cute and I'm pretty sure they have big cocks. I mean, if it was just cause I was drunk and desperate, I'd be asking to suck yours," she laughed.
Just then, the two guys came up behind me and one of them asked her, "So what did the wimp say?"
