Rebel Girl

33} Showtime!

© Amber Kalkes 2015

Song: "When I Come Around {Acoustic}" By Green Day

Chapter Thirty-Two: Showtime!

I blow a strip of perfectly straightened hair out of my face as Carla and Sutton talk behind me. I'm trying not to vomit. I am really trying not to vomit but it's getting harder with each passing moment. We're sitting in the entry way of the school, waiting. Just waiting.

It's killing me.

"He's not coming." I groan and lay my head back against the back seat.

"I'll kill her," Carla mutters, "I swear to god I'll kill her."

"Shut up." Sutton orders before turning to look at me, "He'll be here. He said he'd be here and he'll be here."

"But what if he isn't?"

"Then you have permission to kick him in the nuts," Sutton drawls before giving me a flat look, "He wouldn't miss it for the world, Emerson."

"But he said—"

"Okay, I'm with you now Carla. Let join forces and kill her together."

I scowl at the both of them and sit back in my seat again with a huff, "Fine, I'll shut up."

"Lou will be here." Sutton assures me, one last time.

I let out a hopefully calming breath and try to stop my hands from shaking. I've succumbed to Carla's beauty regimen again but I refused to wear a skirt. It just wasn't going to happen, not in this place where anyone could lift it up and see my scars. No way in hell.

So instead I'm in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white halter top and a black leather jacket, courtesy of Sutton. I'm also wearing my new red converse on my feet, a gift from Sutton since she quote 'never wears them'. Carla was nice enough to get a hand cramp straightening my hair too that's pretty cool.

Of course being said I still feel like I'm going to vomit.

My guitar, the one Lou got me, is sitting beside me on the bench I'm stationed on. I refuse to let it out of my sight just in case. I don't what could happen but I'm not risking anything happening to this guitar. It has quickly become one of my most prized possessions.

My head snaps up at the sound of the door opening but its just more people coming for the talent show. Of course they held it at six in the evening so that's just all kinds of inconvenient. The shop doesn't close until midnight usually. Of course today of all days is when a last minute tattoo session walks right in asking for the biggest piece of work ever constructed! I'm being dramatic, I know I'm being dramatic but I'm losing my mind here!

He's not going to show up. He's going to miss it.

"Emerson!"

I look up and all hope drains out of my face as I spot Stefanie approaching. Her blonde hair is perfectly curled around her face as she comes to a stop in front of me. I notice that both Sutton and Carla are suddenly minding their own business. Well at least their pretending to.

"Hey." Stefanie says quietly.

I frown. That's not like her.

"Hey."

"Um, listen I just wanted to say good luck you know."

"Oh." I breathe, completely surprised, "Well...uh...thanks, I guess."