Secret alliances

0.5

Meera's pov:

I don't talk to Wes for the rest of the picnic.

His words effected me. I know we don't get along great but calling me a waste of time and energy? Really now?

I sighed, laying down flat on the cream colored picnic blanket. The party had moved inside since it was getting closer to dark and they were prepping dinner.

My phone vibrated with notifications from James. I ignored it.

"Whoever's texting you probably wants a response, you should text them back." Wes spoke from behind my head. I arched my head back, seeing his feet and full form come up behind me. I ignored him too.

"Did you even hear me?" Ignored that too.

He let out a frustrated sign and laid down next to me. "Hello?"

"Can I help you?" I finally said, still looking up at the sky.

"You most certainly can." He demanded. "Set the table out here for us."

"I'm good."

"You're funny." He deadpanned. "Now up."

"Nah, I'm fine here."

"Meera. Get up."

"Apologize to me."

"Haha," He mused, hearing me. "No. Now get up."

"No. Apologize to me."

"You're really not gonna cooperate, are you?" He sighed.

"Not until you say sorry." I bit back several words.

"What am I even apologizing for?"

"For calling me a waste of time and energy." I scoffed.

He sounded like he was holding in his laughter. That made me want to cry. I rolled over away from him while water flooded my eyes, threatening to spill out.

"Quite daring, might I say. You asking me to apologize." He taunted.

"Not daring Wes, I'm just fucking sick and tired of you pushing me around." I rolled back over, controlling my emotions.

He pulled his jaw taut and held eye contact with me before briefly nodding. "In that case, I'm sorry."

My mouth opened in surprise. I blinked twice, making sure it wasn't a dream. I propped up on one elbow facing him again. Faltering when he was still there. "Say it again." I demanded.

"I said I'm sorry."

I let out a snort, "Okay, I was definitely not expecting you to actually say it."

He mumbled something in Russian, before moving to set the table himself.

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I dreaded even waking up the next morning. It was a fucking B day and I had two classes with James and one with Emerson, not even including lunch.

I still woke up and got ready, spending extra time on makeup and my outfit. Thankfully my skin was really good and glowing due to the new acne treatment my parents brought from India. For once I didn't have tiny pimples and breakouts everywhere and most of my skin was clear. For the outfit, I went with 90s straight legged jeans with minimal rips and a tight white cropped t-shirt with red lettering on it. I put on chunky rings and necklaces along with thick gold hoops and grabbed a red hat.

Cassidy was sending words of encouragement and sweet things which helped me a lot. I called her Saturday night and then had a few breakdowns on the FaceTime.

Cassidy was saying something along the lines of "If Emerson plays her cards right, we can embarrass James."

I got to school right as the warning bell rang so I ran to calculus. An hour and a half of math with Wes sounded like torture but Calculus wasn't a bad class.

We had a fairly easy day and Wes barely bothered me. A simple assignment and an IXL.

Choir was easy, Ms. Hess was out for the rest of the week so free period. I sat in a corner with Sage who was working on her math homework while I sat and listened to music.

The bell rang, signaling everyone to transition to their third period. Physics has never sounded so terrible. And trust me it's sounded awful a lot but this is one of the one times when I'd willingly drown than go.

Sage and I made our way to my physics and her calculus class. Each step towards that room brought on a pound of anxiety. My heart rate was now speeding up and then dropping drastically.

I take my seat and avoid eye contact with James.

That fucker is smiling and all happy and I'm on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

I'm so jittery and fucking nervous that my leg won't stop shaking.

"Are you good?" Wes questioned after taking one look at my steadily shaking and bouncing leg.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumbled, watching Emerson walk in.

Evie signals me over to her desk for something so I go over, Emerson drops her stuff off and follows me.

I contemplated on just telling Emerson about everything. So in the spur of a moment I just blurted it out. "Emerson I need to tell you something."

"Okay same, but you go first."

I inhaled a shaky breathe before opening my texts with James. I showed her the screenshot of him saying he likes her. "So yeah,"

Reject him in the most brutal way possible.

Her jaw dropped. "Look at this," she showed her texts with James.

He called her pretty. He said she would look good in anything whether it be a flannel and leggings or a dress.

My throat clogged up. Air seemed like a distant thought. "Wow." I croaked.

"Wait what the heck guys? Didn't-" Evie starts. "Wasn't he into- didn't y'all go on a whole date-"

"We did." I stated, bile filling my mouth.

"I think I like him too." Emerson said out of nowhere.

Oh my fucking god-

You've got to be fucking kidding. My vision blurred and I was seeing fucking red.

God fucking stood me up.

Again.

"Oh-" I muttered.

Evie gave her a look out of the corner of my eye.

I went back to my seat and tried to control my emotions. My leg would not stop bouncing and my eyes were probably red. Tears had already fallen but I quickly swiped them away.

I shot up as soon as he motioned for us to do review on our own and asked to use for bathroom.

Chapter 0.5
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Deadass started crying while I wrote this-

This was too much of memory lane but raw emotions make good stories

Anyways so what do we think?

Emerson's a fake bitch for that