TIME FLIES

Chapter 2

      
       "My parents are..." Emma starts loud and then quietly says, "are getting a divorce," Emma's parents are more "lovey dovey" to each other than mine, how are they getting a divorce?
       "What? No! I can't believe it," I tell her. Eric doesn't even look up.
       "What's the big deal? They are getting a divorce, is your mom or dad actually leaving you?" Eric says like it's not a bad thing.
       She looks at him in disbelief.  I would too if my boyfriend asked if my parents getting a divorce is a big deal. "Eric! I can't believe you just said that! And, no, my dad is getting a house in the next town over and my mom is keeping the house we have now," Emma says.     
       "I'm just saying, my dad left me when my mom when she told him she was pregnant, so if your parents are just getting a divorce and being really cool about it, it's not a big deal," Eric says eating a sandwich that looks like he made it.
       Emma looks at him in disgust and gets up in anger. I tell Eric, "That wasn't cool," and then follow Emma into the girls bathroom, I guess he isn't as perfect as I thought he was.
       "Are you okay?" I ask Emma.
       "No!" She snapped at me, "My boyfriend is being a jerk and my parents are getting a divorce! Do you think I would be okay?"
       "You know, I'm just trying to help. you don't need to get mad at me! I don't have to help you," I was about to leave when she says, "Wait." I stop and turn around.
       "My dad cheated on my mom with a stripper... more than once," Emma says quietly. I see sadness in her eyes.
       "I'm sorry, I didn't know," I say. I awkwardly put my hand around her to comfort her.
       "It's okay, you know what, we should hang out later so I can get my mind off of it," Emma suggests. When she says hang out, she really means let's go to the mall. I never say no, but I never buy anything.
       "Okay," I say with a big smile on my face, "wait, what about Eric?"
       "I'm just going to say I have a lot of homework," She says with a sly smile.
       We both laugh and then exit the bathroom when this not-so-cute boy asks if I could talk with him for a minute.
       "Okay, what," I said that nicely. He gets bullied a lot and gets called a nerd, so I try and make him feel like he has a friend.
       "I wanna ask you something," He says nervously.