a/n: I know it's been a while, but here's another part. This one is from Adam's POV and the second part of this fic will be the same fic from Hailey's POV. I don't know when I'll get that up, but I'm hoping this will appease you for now. Please don't forget to review! They make me happy!

Jealousy

I laughed at something she said. She was witty. Fantastically so. I couldn't believe that I'd never taken the time to get to know her. I shook my head and shrugged those thoughts off. I didn't matter now. I was getting to know her now. And loving every minute of it. Maybe a little too much. I also shrugged that thought off.

"Adam?" she asked, blinking her blue eyes at me.

"Hmmm?"

"You weren't listening. Peter asked you if you wanted to go to his party," she repeated for Pete.

"What party?" I asked, turning my gaze from her to him.

"My birthday party." He sounded exasperated. I only grinned.

"Oh, that party. I forgot about it. When is it again?"

"Next Saturday. One week."

"I'll do my best to make an appearance. Time?"

"Well Hailey is-"

"Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. Hailey was going? I swung my eyes around again to meet hers. "You're going to his party?"

Her eyebrows drew together as if she was confused. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

Good question. She'd been friends with Peter long before I had been. Even though she was younger than him. I still couldn't picture them as friends even though I'd known it for a long time. It always amazed me.

"I don't know. I keep forgetting that you and Pete are friends," I told her honestly.

She rolled her eyes and turned back to Peter. "I'll be there around seven. I have to work till six, otherwise I would be there when you started up to help set up."

"Sounds good." Hailey got up with a vague murmur about going to see someone on the other side of the arcade. "What about you, Adam?" Peter continued after she had left. "What time can I be expecting you? Starts at five. And before you ask, yes there will be food," he said with a slight shake of his head. He knew me so well.

"I'll probably roll in closer to six. I don't really want to deal with the set up." I laughed. "Sorry."

"Well, I didn't really expect you to. In fact, I was going to wager that you were going to get there around seven," he said, his eyes sliding to Hailey across the room, giggling with some guy I hadn't seen before.

"What?" I demanded, frowning. Who was he? Why was she laughing like that?

"I said I thought you were going to come around seven, rather than six," he repeated for me. I forced my attention back to Pete.

"Why?"

"Because that's when your new obsession is coming," he pointed out.

"My new obsession?"

"Hailey," he clarified.

"I'm not obsessed," I defended myself.

"Yes you are. Stop sending death glares at Sam. He's her friend," he informed me. "She would not be happy if you killed him."

Sam put his hand on her shoulder and said something that made her blush. I saw red. I started to stand up when Peter shoved me back down. I bit back a snarl and decided to unleash my anger on him instead.

"He's touching her! Why is he touching her? He doesn't have to touch her to tell her something, I'm sure!" I insisted.

"You sound jealous." There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

"This isn't funny. And I'm not jealous. I like Hailey, but if she wants to flirt with other boys, that's her business, not mine." As soon as I said it, I knew it was a lie. It was my business. She was in love with me and that made it my business. I didn't want her flirting with other boys because that meant she was trying to get over me.

"Liar." Nail on the head. I concentrated on Hailey, choosing to ignore Peter as he continued to babble on about me and Hailey.

She had her arms wrapped around her middle and she was smiling. The last time I'd seen her smile like that, it was directed at me. I didn't want that smile directed at anyone else. I fisted my hand against the counter. Peter said he was her friend. If I wanted to stay in her favor, I shouldn't kill her friend even if he was pissing me off.

Finally he made motions towards the door and she nodded, if sadly, in understanding. I watched as he hugged her good-bye and a fresh wave of anger hit me.

"Bye, Sammy!" she finally said and headed back towards me. I did my best to keep my temper in check, but I think it showed a little.

"Who was that?" I wanted to hit myself. That was not the first thing I wanted to say when she came back. I wanted to smile at her and ask her if she'd had a good discussion with her friend and then see if she wanted to go to movie with me tonight to forget him.

She bristled. Not surprising, considering my tone. "Sam."

"Who's 'Sam'?" Strike two.

"A friend. Why do you care so much?" she questioned, picking up her books from the counter.

"I don't." Strike three.

"Fine. Don't ask if you don't care, then," she said and walked out the sliding doors, calling after 'Sam.'

"You are so stupid sometimes," Peter said as I mentally beat myself up.

"I know," was all I could say.

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She wasn't at the arcade the next day when I walked in. I stayed until closing in hopes of seeing her to apologize, but she never came. It was the same, sad story the next day. And the day after that. It continued on that way all week.

Until it was time for Peter's party. I had forgotten about it until last night at closing time when he mentioned it to me. I was going to see Hailey again. It wasn't as if I was waiting with bated breath for her come around, but I didn't realize how much I would miss her in my life when she left. It was a horrible wake up call.

I walked into the arcade later than I told Peter to expect me. He was right. I wanted to get there when she was there. But when I looked around the first time, I didn't see her. But I did see Peter. And he was talking with Hailey's friend, Sam. I made my way over to them.

"Hey, Adam!" Peter greeted when I got close enough. "I thought you were coming earlier?"

"I took a nap instead," I lied. As if he wouldn't see through that one, pfft.

"Uh-huh, yeah," he said, eyeing me carefully. "Adam, I don't believe you've had the pleasure of meeting Sam."

I shook my head. "Indeed I have not."

"Sam, this is my friend Adam. Adam this is Sam," he introduced.

I shook his hand without squeezing too hard, although I certainly had to restrain myself from doing so. "Nice to meet you." Even though it wasn't.

"You too. Hailey talks about you a lot," he confessed. "Are you two dating?"

Not yet. "No." And then I laughed.

"Of course not. Adam is deathly afraid of commitment," a new voice joined the mix. And I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. It was Hailey. I was doomed.

"Ah," was all Sam could say as he ogled her. I couldn't blame him. The second I turned around to face her, I did the same.

She looked great. No, fantastic. Her blonde hair was piled up artfully on the top of her head with a few soft curls falling in her face, creating a sort of frame. She was wearing a strapless blue dress that ended just above her knees and matched her ocean eyes perfectly. Unfortunately those eyes weren't glowing quite the way I had pictured them.

Oh, they were glowing alright. With anger. Directed at me. What else was new. I summoned up a lazy grin and shot it in her direction. "Hey, Hailey. When did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago. I had to work," she said, flashing Sam a bright smile.

"Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that," I replied, trying to check my temper when Sam placed his hand above her elbow.

"What?" she asked me, turning towards me. "Did you say something?"

"Hailey, come on, let's go sit over there where it's not as crowded," Sam suggested and she went. She didn't even wave good-bye. She just left!

I was fuming when Peter turned his all knowing eyes on me. I wished he would just disappear. I had waited all week for the chance to apologize and she had left me cold for another boy. I didn't want another lecture from Peter on the same subject, but it sure looked like that's what I was about to get.

"Maybe you should go ask her if you guys can talk for a minute," he said, "so you can apologize."

"Yeah," I replied, staring in the direction that had gone off in. "I think I will."

I got up and pushed my way through the throng of people, determined to make things right between us again. Things weren't fantastic before, since she was still waiting to see if my feelings would change, but anything would be better than this.

I found them, after a few inquires, sitting on a couch together. They weren't touching, but Sam's hand was just itching to do just that. I decided to interrupt him before he could do so.

"Hailey," I started, "can I talk to you for a minute?"

She cast me a glance and then she turned back to Sam. "Would you excuse me a second?"

Without waiting for his reply, she got up and headed towards me. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the room and into an empty room towards the back of the house.

"What?" she asked the second we stopped, pulling her hand from mine.

"I... I want to apologize," I told her. "For that day last week. When I said all that stupid stuff." Her eyes lit up with surprise. "I... I was jealous. I didn't want him to touch you."

She giggled. "Hey, I'm trying to make a serious apology, here!" I protested. "Could you at least try to appreciate it?"

"But, Adam, I do. I appreciate it. And... I want you to know that you don't have to be jealous of Sam. We've been friends since we were little, but he's like my older brother. Besides, it's you that I'm in love with," she reminded me, with a small smile.

"So...?"

"Apology accepted. Come dance with me," she urged, reaching forward to grasp my wrist.

I smiled and threaded my fingers through hers. "Sounds heavenly."

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Hailey and I stayed together until Peter got sick of everyone trashing his house and decided it was time to kick us out. I didn't want to leave her yet. I wanted to keep her pressed against me as we moved to the music so I wasn't too thrilled when Pete killed the aforementioned music.

So I had to settle for the next best thing.

"Do you have a ride?"

She shook her head. "I walked."

"Walked? Where's your car?" I demanded. It wasn't safe for a pretty girl to walk home in the dark.

"In the shop," she answered. "It's okay, I only live a few blocks away."

"I'll drive you home," I promised her. "Come on. I parked across the street."

She seemed taken aback, but took the hand I offered to her. We walked to my car in silence, enjoying each other's company. It didn't take long to get there as it was only across the street, but since the party had only just broken up, the traffic was not exactly great.

I opened the passenger door for her and let her in. By the time I got into my side, she was all buckled in and ready for the ride home. I started the car up and flicked the radio on. Something I didn't know the words to started blaring and I lowered the volume before shifting into drive.

The drive to her house was short and silent. I pulled into her driveway and put the car in park before reaching for my seatbelt as I heard hers unclick, releasing her belt. We both opened the car doors around the same time and she walked around the hood of the car and started towards her doorstep.

I knew what I had to do. It would be the romantic thing to do. And cliché. But something I had to do nonetheless. I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers through hers and lead her to her doorstep. She gave me a small smile as we made it to her door. I returned the smile.

"Well, thanks for the ride," she said, trying to tug her hand out of mine. "I'm glad we're back to normal now."

"Me too," I whispered, tightening my hold on her hand. Her eyes widened as she finally figured out what was going on and her fingers stopped wiggling in mine. My other hand came around her waist to hold her against me as I lowered my face to hers.

I saw her tongue flick out to wet her lips just before mine hit hers and I almost groaned. Her lips were moistened as mine pushed against hers in a light caress before I increased the pressure. Her free hand found it's way into my hair as I moved her against her door and let my tongue rewet her lips. Her fingers flexed in my hair as her mouth opened to my invasion.

With a mutual understanding we both let go of each other's hands in order to have free reign. My now free hand joined the other on the other side of her waist while hers clenched my shoulder through my jacket.

It was then that her tongue carefully, shyly, strayed into my mouth to play. I growled into her mouth and engaged her tongue in the best battle I'd ever fought. After a few seconds enjoying the taste of her in my mouth, I reluctantly withdrew my tongue into my own mouth. After all, it wouldn't do for her mother to come out and see us with our tongues down each other's throats.

I gave her a few more softening kisses before I backed away totally. "Good-night, Hailey. Sweet dreams," I murmured, sweeping my hand down her smooth cheek before leaving her on her porch, gaping after me with her fingers on her lips like she couldn't believe I just did that.

I almost couldn't believe that I'd done it. I had a warm feeling forming in my chest that I didn't want to fight. I didn't say it, but I was fairly certain what was happening to me.

I think I might be in love with you.

Owari

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