I sat down at the lunch table, looking around suspiciously. There was absolutely no sign of Adam anywhere and it was making me anxious. Normally, he would have annoyed me quite a bit by now. It wasn't like him to let anything go. I couldn't help but think it had something to do with our conversation yesterday.

I really didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, I just got so frustrated with him. He shouldn't act like that to a girl if he has absolutely no feelings for her. Like I said, Adam was not terrible when he actually tried to act like a gentleman. But other than that, he was a jerk.

The fact that he hadn't even bothered to talk to me worried me a bit. I had seen him this morning but other than that, nothing. It was like he had disappeared. I chewed my food slowly as the hustle and bustle of the lunch room continued around me. He didn't even sit in front of me at lunch. I narrowed my eyes.

"Hey, have you guys seen Adam today? I can't find him." Melody giggled slightly and whispered something into Jonas' ear. He nodded. "No, actually. Not since this morning." Said Dean. I ignored the two giggling bubbleheads and tilted my head to the side, "That's odd. He normally sits in front of me at lunch." I gazed at the vacant seat and looked back at Dean. He made a kissy face, "Awww, you miss him. Are you worried?" I groaned and mumbled a quick "No way." Under my breath.

After lunch I made my way quickly to my next class which I shared with Adam, by the way. As I speed walked into the class, I saw him quietly speaking to the girl next to him. Her name was Elena and she was a 'You-Know-What' if I ever I saw one. I rolled my eyes and plopped down into my seat. I tried at first really hard to not turn around and talk to him, but I just couldn't. It wasn't going to happen.

"Where have you been all day?!" I whipped around in my desk to see a bewildered Adam Clifton looking at me like I was crazy. "I was talking to someone you know..." I crossed my arms, "Where have you been?" I urged him. His confused face slowly morphed into a sly smile. Crap. "Did you get worried about me PeniPie? Did you miss me?" He put his elbow on his desk and rested his chin on his hand.

I heard Elena scoff, but Adam shooshed her and looked back at me. I opened my mouth and then shut it again, "No! I didn't miss you! Why does everyone keep asking me that! It was Dean and Jonas that were worried. They asked me to see if you were okay." I said as quickly as I could and tried to turn around, but he grabbed my arm making me stay facing backwards. He started to laugh, "You missed me, PeniPie. I'm touched!" I groaned, "I told you to stop calling me PeniPie!"

His smile just grew wider and he widened his eyes a bit, "PeniPie, PeniPie, PeniPie, PeniPOTPie! You know, I don't think I will ever get tired of that, PENIPIE." He flicked my nose and I tried to swat his hand away. "I...you....Shut up! Class is starting!" I turned around as quickly as I possibly could as I felt anger rise up inside of me. He was acting so cool now, like we had never had a conversation about him not flirting with me. I don't understand that boy at all.

As class started, he leaned forward and got close to my ear, "Relax, PeniPie. My dad needed my help at home for a little while. Thanks for being worried." He kissed my cheek and leaned back. The spot he kissed felt hot and I could tell I was turning pink, so I covered my face with my hands. He always seemed to be able to get me flustered. And I absolutely hated that.

==== the next day
"So, are you free Thursday?" I looked up from my book at the lunch table to see Blake wiggling his eyebrows at me. I laughed, "Blake I'm flattered, but I thought you walked the other way... You know?" He rolled his eyes, "Shut up, I meant that I need your help with this big thing for my parents that I'm planning. They think that just because I'm gay, I have impeccable style. But that is NOT the case." I nodded in agreement. "Sorry, I can't. Mr. Jeffrey's funeral is Thursday. I sort of have to go to that..." I gulped. I was very emotional with stuff like that.

Suddenly, Adam butted in. "Mr. Jeffrey's funeral? Mr. Jeffrey is dead?" My eyes widened and I stared at him. "You know Mr. Jeffrey? Are we talking about the same Mr. Jeffrey here?" He sort of positioned himself to where he was facing me from his seat next to me. "The one from Daniela's work? I thought he was just retired... Man I loved that guy." I raised an eyebrow. "You didn't know about his funeral?" He chuckled, "I didn't even know he was dead, much less that his funeral was in two days."

"Well why didn't your mom tell you?" Blake rested his chin in his fist. "You mean Daniela? She doesn't tell me anything. And I am perfectly fine with that. But, I would've appreciated knowing about this." He took a swig out of the flask he kept in his jacket. "Really, alcohol? Nice, Adam." I narrowed my eyes. "Who's to say I don't have apple juice or something in this?" He shrugged. "What if a teacher sees?" I questioned, "They won't."

For some reason, it still bothered me that Adam knew Mr. Jeffrey but didn't even know he was dead. Why hadn't "Daniela" told him? Who was she to keep something like that from a person. Those questions ate at me for the rest of the day, but I had no clue why. It wasn't my problem. I had nothing to do with it. It almost made me feel bad for him even though he didn't seem too upset about it. He had to have been a bit upset.

In eighth period, I bit the end of pencil and stared at Adam. He was actually paying attention. I couldn't focus on anything. It was odd, like I cared about him being at the funeral. Like I owed it to Mr. Jeffrey. Finally, he looked back at me with a questioning face. "You have been looking at me like that this whole class. What do you want?" I groaned and rolled my eyes. "God, Mr. Jeffrey, you better be right about this." I realize now I must've sounded like a crazy person. "Umm, Penelope?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Will you go to the funeral with me? I mean, not as like a date or anything... It would just be weird to have a first date at a funeral... I just feel like if Mr. Jeffrey knew you. He would want you to go. You could go with my mom and Sarah and me. Or you don't have to.. I mean..." He interrupted me, "Okay. I'll go. Thank you for asking me. We can go in my car together." I sighed, " Okay, yeah. Okay."