chance he gets!”
He raised his brows in hurt and then turned away. He was quiet for so long that I almost turned around and went back inside but I waited for him. His great shoulders rose with a breath, held and then let go slowly as his hand went through his hair.
"Sorry, Emma," he turned his bleak gaze on me. "Jesus, I'm fucked up thinking that–" he shook his head and looked at me.
He came towards me and took my hand, "Come on." His voice was quiet and calm.
"Where are we going?" I wasn't sure I wanted to go anywhere with him now.
"Back inside."
He led me back into Macy's, back through the corridor and back into the noise and crush of bodies.
"I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow." He squeezed my hand before letting go, before leaving me standing there, wondering what the hell was going through his head.
I went to find the guys after watching him leave. I sat next to Ad and he asked where I had disappeared to for an hour. I told a part of the truth. I went to meet the band. He didn't like it but I really couldn't care less if I tried. Ash eyeballed me from across the table and I knew that we'd be having a talk when we got home.
All I could think about was what Scott was about to say when he stopped. "Jesus, I'm fucked up thinking that–" Thinking that, what?
"What's going on between you and Scott?"
Ash didn't beat around the bush, she just came right out and asked.
"Nothing's going on," I fiddled with my charm bracelet as we sat on the sofa after getting back.
She looked at my charm bracelet and frowned. "Are you sure, Em?" she didn't look so sure that I was telling the truth.
I didn't want to lie but nothing had really happened and I didn't want the questions that would follow if I was honest with her. I couldn't tell her after she had warned me about him and she would kill Scott if she found out he had come on to me. I didn't want that. I wanted to forget and move on. Telling another person would make it harder to forget, more real. She would always be watching so I had to make sure she believed me.
"Yeah, you know he's not my type. That whole bad boy thing is definitely not me."
"Why did you disappear with him for so long and I know you danced with him?" Her look was stern.
"We danced. He asked if I wanted to meet the band and I said yes. I had a drink with them and we talked and then I came back." I shrugged.
"Right." She said slow while studying my face.
I threw my hands in the air. "Oh, Ash, stop with the Sherlock impersonation."
"Scott's different with you; he treats you different to the rest of his friends."
"Probably because you have all been friends for years and he's not known me long?" I looked at her like, duh!
"Hmm… maybe s"Hme all ."
After that she let it drop but I could tell she wasn't very convinced.
I woke up in the morning to a text message on my phone that was sent at 3:48AM.
Scott: Im sorry 4 bein a dick. 2 many shots. Ur friendship is important an I dont wanna lose it. Pls 4give me.
Chapter Twelve
It was freezing. The trees had been stripped bare, their branches like gnarly fingers reaching for the watery winter sun. I wrapped my jacket around me closer against the wind as I crossed the street and almost ran home from meeting with Ad at the diner for lunch. The last few Saturdays I had been teaching Scott the piano. Well, I say teaching but he really only needed practice. He picked it up naturally, as I thought he would. His first lesson had been the day after he had kissed me at Macy’s; awkward was an understatement. He apologised again and again until I asked him to let it drop because I didn’t want to remember it.
I knocked on Scott’s door and waited for him to answer. The door opened and my stomach fluttered at the sight of him.
“Hey, babe, come in, I'll be a sec."
He was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans again and the effort it took to avert my eyes from his solid body was getting harder.
"Okay, take your time," I
He raised his brows in hurt and then turned away. He was quiet for so long that I almost turned around and went back inside but I waited for him. His great shoulders rose with a breath, held and then let go slowly as his hand went through his hair.
"Sorry, Emma," he turned his bleak gaze on me. "Jesus, I'm fucked up thinking that–" he shook his head and looked at me.
He came towards me and took my hand, "Come on." His voice was quiet and calm.
"Where are we going?" I wasn't sure I wanted to go anywhere with him now.
"Back inside."
He led me back into Macy's, back through the corridor and back into the noise and crush of bodies.
"I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow." He squeezed my hand before letting go, before leaving me standing there, wondering what the hell was going through his head.
I went to find the guys after watching him leave. I sat next to Ad and he asked where I had disappeared to for an hour. I told a part of the truth. I went to meet the band. He didn't like it but I really couldn't care less if I tried. Ash eyeballed me from across the table and I knew that we'd be having a talk when we got home.
All I could think about was what Scott was about to say when he stopped. "Jesus, I'm fucked up thinking that–" Thinking that, what?
"What's going on between you and Scott?"
Ash didn't beat around the bush, she just came right out and asked.
"Nothing's going on," I fiddled with my charm bracelet as we sat on the sofa after getting back.
She looked at my charm bracelet and frowned. "Are you sure, Em?" she didn't look so sure that I was telling the truth.
I didn't want to lie but nothing had really happened and I didn't want the questions that would follow if I was honest with her. I couldn't tell her after she had warned me about him and she would kill Scott if she found out he had come on to me. I didn't want that. I wanted to forget and move on. Telling another person would make it harder to forget, more real. She would always be watching so I had to make sure she believed me.
"Yeah, you know he's not my type. That whole bad boy thing is definitely not me."
"Why did you disappear with him for so long and I know you danced with him?" Her look was stern.
"We danced. He asked if I wanted to meet the band and I said yes. I had a drink with them and we talked and then I came back." I shrugged.
"Right." She said slow while studying my face.
I threw my hands in the air. "Oh, Ash, stop with the Sherlock impersonation."
"Scott's different with you; he treats you different to the rest of his friends."
"Probably because you have all been friends for years and he's not known me long?" I looked at her like, duh!
"Hmm… maybe s"Hme all ."
After that she let it drop but I could tell she wasn't very convinced.
I woke up in the morning to a text message on my phone that was sent at 3:48AM.
Scott: Im sorry 4 bein a dick. 2 many shots. Ur friendship is important an I dont wanna lose it. Pls 4give me.
Chapter Twelve
It was freezing. The trees had been stripped bare, their branches like gnarly fingers reaching for the watery winter sun. I wrapped my jacket around me closer against the wind as I crossed the street and almost ran home from meeting with Ad at the diner for lunch. The last few Saturdays I had been teaching Scott the piano. Well, I say teaching but he really only needed practice. He picked it up naturally, as I thought he would. His first lesson had been the day after he had kissed me at Macy’s; awkward was an understatement. He apologised again and again until I asked him to let it drop because I didn’t want to remember it.
I knocked on Scott’s door and waited for him to answer. The door opened and my stomach fluttered at the sight of him.
“Hey, babe, come in, I'll be a sec."
He was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans again and the effort it took to avert my eyes from his solid body was getting harder.
"Okay, take your time," I
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