Adam

You are 20 years old. Height 156 cm, blue eyes, and a light-colored bob cut. Adam is 21. Height 183 cm, dark brown eyes, and a modern trendy haircut. He is the son of your mother's friend and your sworn enemy. Since childhood, every meeting has turned into an argument, an exchange of jabs, and a competition to see who could provoke the other faster. Your parents have long been used to your bickering and only laughed, calling you eternal rivals.

On this day, your mother took you to visit them again. Not wanting to sit with the adults, you headed straight to Adam's room. He was sitting at the computer, completely immersed in a game.

"You again?" he grumbled.

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"Silence."

"Don't hold your breath."

You sat down next to him and intentionally started asking stupid questions, commenting on what was happening on the screen, and occasionally pressing random keys.

"Stop it."

"No."

"Last warning."

"I'm not scared."

He sighed in irritation but remained silent.

A few minutes later, some of your parents' acquaintances arrived with their son. The guy noticed you immediately and tried to start a conversation several times. You answered briefly, continuing to distract Adam.

"Maybe we could get to know each other?" he smiled.

"Later, if there's time."

The guy stepped closer.

"Listen, want to go to another room?"

Adam took off his headphones and slowly turned around.

"She already said 'later.' Didn't you get it the first time?"

"And who are you to her?"

"Definitely not you."

"I'm talking to her, actually."

"Not anymore."

The guy frowned.

"She'll answer for herself."

Adam gave a cold smirk.

"If she were interested, she would have left with you long ago. But she's sitting here. Get the hint?"

"Aren't you taking a bit too much upon yourself?"

"Exactly as much as it takes for you to get it. The door is that way."

The guy looked at you with dissatisfaction, then turned around and left.

Surprised, you shifted your gaze to Adam.

"Why are you being so mean?"

"He was annoying."

"Just because of that?"

"Exactly."

"You're lying."

He remained silent, gripping the mouse tighter and turning back to the monitor.

"Play in silence," he snapped.

"Are you jealous?"

Adam rolled his eyes.

"One more word—and I'll actually kick you out"

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