Smile
Chapter Fourteen
(Emmas POV)
I walked into first period. This is it. The first time I’ll be seeing Tristan since he…he. It hurt way too much to even think about it. I started toward my seat that was next to Tristan’s. I wondered if he was going to talk to me or, even look at me. I looked at him, the whole time, hoping he would look up at me and catch my gaze, knowing he was thinking about me just as much as I was thinking about him. But he didn’t. He had his hood up over his head, headphones in, slouched over looking out the window. I sat down and got my things situated, having a bit of time before class started. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him staring at me. He looks tired. I wanted, no, needed him to talk to me. I was ready to listen. I look over at him, and he quickly looks away. The teacher walks in and sits down, and I hear him whisper, right before the bell rings, “You look beautiful today.” My heart melts. I missed him so much. I was going to do it; I was going to make the first move right after class ended.
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The teacher lectured us until the very last second, I turned to talk to Tristan, but as soon as the bell rang, he was half way out the door. I was crushed. I felt tears fill my eyes. I walked out into the flooded hallways and someone checked me, and my books flew everywhere. I bent down to pick them up and the tears started flowing. I looked down so people wouldn’t see. I went to grab my binder, and another hand did at the same time. I looked up and saw a pile of things in Josh’s arms. “Emma? Why are you crying? Are you okay?” I gave him a real weak smile. “Yes, I’m fine. I uh, just got checked and it really hurts. That’s all.” We stood up and he handed me my books. One last, single tear slid down my cheek. Josh lifted his hand and wiped it away. “Please don’t cry,” he said, “let me see your gorgeous smile.” I flashed my teeth, but it was weak, again. “Let me walk with you to class, I think out study is together.” We walked mostly in silence but we chit chatted about how he was coming over today. We walked into our study, and all of Josh’s football teammates called us over. Jake, the quarterback of the team said, “Hey Emma, want to come sit with us today?” By then, I couldn’t refuse. My books were out of my hands and Jake picked me up, carried me over to where everybody else was, and sat me on his lap. I couldn’t stop laughing. He tickled me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “You look gorgeous today, Emma.” He had the nicest white teeth. “Thanks.” I said and squeezed his hand. But he held it there. In fact, he held it for the entire class. And I’m not going to lie, I actually liked it. His other hand was flipped over on my lap and I was tracing the lines of his palm. We held our own talk while everyone gossiped around us. We heard silence, stopped talking, and looked up. Everyone, even the teacher, was staring at us. “What?” We both asked at the same time. We looked at each other, and then laughed. Suddenly, a choir of “OOOHS” filled the air. Jake got up, still holding onto my hand. “What?!” He sighed. Everyone laughed and he looked down at our fingers intertwined. My hand was dropped from his, and he blushed, sitting back down. He pulled me back onto his lap. “Oh be quiet! Go back to talking, jerks.” His smile just met his eyes. “What are we doing?” I asked laughing. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, I like it.” He said squeezing me tight. I nodded my head, but deep down I felt a twinge of pain, knowing that this should be Tristan, and not Jake. “So Emma..” he said looking down, shuffling his feet. “Yeah?” I asked, playing with his hand again. “What are you doing on Friday?” I looked at him and smiled, “No official plans.” He lifted his hand to the back of his head playing with his hair. “Well, you do now.” “Sounds good.” I whispered. The bell rang and everyone shouted at us saying things like “Goodbye love birds” and “Make sure I’m on the list to be invited to your wedding!” We just laughed. We actually had classes the rest of the day together, whether they were studies or just plain classes. And not once did he leave my side. At the end of the day, he squeezed me real tight and wouldn’t let go. “Don’t leave meeeeee.” He pleaded. “I have to go! I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow. I have to help Josh with his Psych.” His face looked puzzled. “What?” I asked. “Why do you need to help Josh with Psych? He’s in my class and he answers almost every question and gets perfect scores.” “Oh uhm, I don’t know, he asked for my help. I gotta go anyways though. Text me later.” I bit my lower lip and hesitated but I did it anyways. I stood on my tippy toes and pecked his cheek and quickly ran off before he can say anything else. I got to my locker and Josh was there waiting for me. “Hey Emma, I wanted to tell you, that this weekend, I really would love to do something, but I have a date. I’ll be over later though okay?” A date?! With who?! I always got the impression that he liked me, but maybe he just cared about me. “Alright. You’ve got to tell me about this date later though.” He nodded. “Alright see yah soon. Bye Emma!”
I drove home and realized, besides this morning, not once did I think about Tristan all day…
Jake Barber: http://www.channel4.com/assets/programmes/images/john-tucker-must-die/ce561bad-038e-4740-89da-549527f70ef1_625x352.jpg John Tucker! (: I couldn’t find any good picture of him though. Or this http://img2-3.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/060726/135319__john_tucker_l.jpg
Sorry it’s been awhile, I didn’t want to do anything during detox weekend! Fav/follow/comment (:
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