So why me

07h57am

For over an hour now, Adam has been struggling with his clothes. Brown or black shirt? Socks burgundy or black? Grey or black shirt and finally, as far as the jacket is concerned, there is only one and it is black so the question does not arise. Minutes pass, time is running out, but Adam does not find the answer to his questions on which his youth depends entirely. Still in his underpants in his room, the skeleton boy shudders when he hears a violent blow of the brakes followed by what sounds like a skidding noise coming from the small road in front of his house.

Cheirfield is in the inner suburbs of New York City, but it's a very quiet place. This kind of driving freaks are very rarely seen, especially so early in the morning. Adam is about to go to the window and look when a honk of the horn surprises him. Advancing again, even before he reached the window, a second prolonged honking followed the first one that had just been emitted. He can barely get to the window when the funny little music made in Sony who has been delivered with his smartphone makes him make an instant U-turn. When he picks up, he doesn't need to put the speaker on to hear his correspondent's voice perfectly;

"Adam, are you kidding me? 08:00am is not 08:02am. Get over here before I come up and bring you back here by the butt skin."

"Ha but. (tut tut tut) Too late she hung up."

Adam scratches his head for a moment, after which he doesn't ask himself any more questions. He is not particularly careful when he puts on the first piece of clothing that falls into his hands. Once dressed, he reflexively grabs his wallet and then his smartphone, after which he rushed down the stairs. His sneakers on his feet, Adam is ready to open the door, when he remembers that today he is leaving after his mother who took his trousseau and took his keys out of the door. Again he runs up the stairs when his smartphone rings again.

"Adam, what the hell are you doing? If you wanted to make me mad for our first date, congratulations, it's a success. Get over here right now, I'm sick of waiting. (tut tut tut)"

Adam, who has just hung up, is under too much pressure. With his head now empty, he no longer knows why he was going back to his room. Not wanting to keep the unhappy beauty waiting, he descends the stairs even faster, but in front of the door, everything comes back to him in memory. It's only 8:03am, but Adam, who to please Jessica got up at 5:30am without even being ready on time, wants to cry.

08h07am

"Adam, I want to kill you first thing this morning, it doesn't look good for the rest of the day. Stop moving so I can button your shirt properly, I'm horrified to see it."

In the street, many people attracted by the repeated honking, gathered to look at the beautiful girl's car. In this popular district, it is very rare to see a car such as the Ferrari 488 GTB spider, especially driven by a beautiful 15-year-old girl.

At the High School, a message from a bad student who is used to being late surprises everyone. This message quickly spread around the school from smartphone to smartphone.

"The sick idiot from the journalism club is very close to Jessica Benson." On the faces of many popular boys whom Jessica rejected as if they were just weeds, an expression of hatred is becoming more and more visible. The girls want to celebrate the possible withdrawal of this unsurpassable rival, but they also know that this rumor is to be taken on the conditional. In the classroom, as every time this happens, teachers take out the red baskets, in which disgruntled students throw their smartphones.

08h20

"Is this really your car?"

"No, I stole it this morning. I woke up very early and as I didn't know what to do, I thought to myself; Jess and if you stole a car, it would change your usual makeup. After that, I went out and found this yellow car that was to my liking."

In front of Adam's eyes full of doubts, Jessica doesn't know how to react. Does he really think she stole that car? First of all, she already makes a very good living and, moreover, she just has to ask her parents if she wants this kind of thing. Tired of the doubts she assumes Adam has about her, Jessica explains herself.

"This is the gift my mother gave me for my 15th birthday. Do you really see me go out at 6:00am to steal a car?"

Adam shakes his head sharply. "I never thought you could steal a car. I was just thinking that two seats and a very small trunk is not very practical when we go to the supermarket or for family outings."