different situations since I got here a little over a month ago, but he’s never done much more than talk to me about random stuff before. We definitely don’t talk about Emery when she’s not around. For him to call me and let me in on what she’s doing, maybe everything Jonah warned me about weeks ago really was just gossip.
If Johnny had a thing for Emery, I know for a fact this conversation wouldn’t be happening.
What he doesn’t know is that because of Jonah and his insistence that we double to the dance, I already agreed to go with someone else.
Some girl I haven’t said so much as a hello to since I moved here, but because of her relationship to Jonah’s girl, I’ve been roped into going with.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?” he hisses. “I’m giving you the perfect in and you’re telling me you don’t wanna take it?”
“No, I mean yes. Shit. I mean, I can’t because I already said I’d go with someone else.”
“I’m sorry, that doesn’t compute. I could have sworn you just said that you were going to the dance with someone else.”
“That’s because I did. Jonah wanted me to double with him and April, so I’m going with Marissa. But me and Emery, it’s not what you think. I mean, for a little while I thought it could be, but it’s pretty obvious she’s not into it.”
“Okay, this conversation is a little too female for me right now, and if you ever repeat what I’m about to say to anyone, I’ll deny it, but there’s some shit you gotta know. The girl likes you. Trust me on this. She just doesn’t want to blow shit up by doing something about it. And if you’re not as dumb as you appear right now, and you like her too, you’ll ditch your date to the dance and do something about it.”
“Johnny, why are you doing this?”
“Because she’s my best friend, and I’m getting sick of the merry-go-round that is the two of you. I’m also pretty damn sure the rest of the school is too. Look, I gotta go, but remember what I said. Morgan’s on Adelaide.”
Pulling the phone away from my ear as I’m met with the loud click of him hanging up, I put my phone away and head for the building, all the while going over everything he told me.
Is it possible that I wasn’t alone in the way I feel about her and she’s just better at keeping it hidden? Is she really afraid of ruining the friendship we have so she’s choosing to stay quiet? But the most important one repeats on a loop as I take the elevator up and walk down the hall into the apartment.
Is it too late to go back and change things?
Chapter Nine
Emery
Johnny was right.
I haven’t even left the house yet and standing in front of my mom’s full length mirror, I can see that the second I walk into the gym all eyes are going to be on me.
What the hell was I thinking, believing even for a second that this wasn’t going to stand out in a crowd? I mean, I’m wearing pink for crying out loud. It doesn’t get more noticeable than that.
I might as well go ahead and tack a sign on my back asking for people to look at the super freak.
Okay, that’s it. Jordan’s gonna have to get someone else to do this. I’m not going.
Reaching for my phone and pulling up his number, about to press the call button in order to tell him exactly what I’ve decided, my mom steps out from her walk in closet and comes to a stop behind me.
“I know you’re supposed to be the anti prom queen and all, but Emery, you look beautiful.”
“Speaking of beautiful,” I redirect her. “Another date with Saint Nick?”
“What did I say about calling him that?”
“Not to do it, but I mean it. If he makes you happy then he is a Saint.”
“Very funny.”
Moving around her and throwing myself down on her bed, exhaling deeply, she turns from her position checking her hair and comes over to sit beside me.
“What’s with the theatrics?”
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“Do what?”
“Go to the
If Johnny had a thing for Emery, I know for a fact this conversation wouldn’t be happening.
What he doesn’t know is that because of Jonah and his insistence that we double to the dance, I already agreed to go with someone else.
Some girl I haven’t said so much as a hello to since I moved here, but because of her relationship to Jonah’s girl, I’ve been roped into going with.
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t?” he hisses. “I’m giving you the perfect in and you’re telling me you don’t wanna take it?”
“No, I mean yes. Shit. I mean, I can’t because I already said I’d go with someone else.”
“I’m sorry, that doesn’t compute. I could have sworn you just said that you were going to the dance with someone else.”
“That’s because I did. Jonah wanted me to double with him and April, so I’m going with Marissa. But me and Emery, it’s not what you think. I mean, for a little while I thought it could be, but it’s pretty obvious she’s not into it.”
“Okay, this conversation is a little too female for me right now, and if you ever repeat what I’m about to say to anyone, I’ll deny it, but there’s some shit you gotta know. The girl likes you. Trust me on this. She just doesn’t want to blow shit up by doing something about it. And if you’re not as dumb as you appear right now, and you like her too, you’ll ditch your date to the dance and do something about it.”
“Johnny, why are you doing this?”
“Because she’s my best friend, and I’m getting sick of the merry-go-round that is the two of you. I’m also pretty damn sure the rest of the school is too. Look, I gotta go, but remember what I said. Morgan’s on Adelaide.”
Pulling the phone away from my ear as I’m met with the loud click of him hanging up, I put my phone away and head for the building, all the while going over everything he told me.
Is it possible that I wasn’t alone in the way I feel about her and she’s just better at keeping it hidden? Is she really afraid of ruining the friendship we have so she’s choosing to stay quiet? But the most important one repeats on a loop as I take the elevator up and walk down the hall into the apartment.
Is it too late to go back and change things?
Chapter Nine
Emery
Johnny was right.
I haven’t even left the house yet and standing in front of my mom’s full length mirror, I can see that the second I walk into the gym all eyes are going to be on me.
What the hell was I thinking, believing even for a second that this wasn’t going to stand out in a crowd? I mean, I’m wearing pink for crying out loud. It doesn’t get more noticeable than that.
I might as well go ahead and tack a sign on my back asking for people to look at the super freak.
Okay, that’s it. Jordan’s gonna have to get someone else to do this. I’m not going.
Reaching for my phone and pulling up his number, about to press the call button in order to tell him exactly what I’ve decided, my mom steps out from her walk in closet and comes to a stop behind me.
“I know you’re supposed to be the anti prom queen and all, but Emery, you look beautiful.”
“Speaking of beautiful,” I redirect her. “Another date with Saint Nick?”
“What did I say about calling him that?”
“Not to do it, but I mean it. If he makes you happy then he is a Saint.”
“Very funny.”
Moving around her and throwing myself down on her bed, exhaling deeply, she turns from her position checking her hair and comes over to sit beside me.
“What’s with the theatrics?”
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“Do what?”
“Go to the
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