Though the storms will push and pull (we will call this place our home)

Some mistakes get made (part1)

Which was once a virtue has now become one of the things I hate the most. I used to love the fact that our schedules didn't match up, making it easier for me to avoid her. Ever since that night, though, I spend every day wishing we had at least one class together. I wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to see her, neither would she. I sigh as I round the corner, on my way to Bri, when I walk into someone.

"Fuck"

"Wow, do you kiss your mother with that mouth. Hell, did you really kiss me with that mouth."

I quickly look up from my books that lay scattered all over the floor to see if the voice really matched the face.

"Damn, what's with the scowl, unhappy to see me?" she says with that insanely hot smirk of her.

"What? No, never. You just caught me off guard, and I hadn't realized it was you yet. How are you here already? Class didn't end too long ago?"

During fourth period both of had class at the opposite sides of the school, she wouldn't even have made it this far while running, and by the looks of it she hasn't.

"Class ended earlier, I was trying to get to you before the bell rang, but that was a bit optimistic, it seems."

"Well it worked out in the end didn't it, I'm right here."

She smiles while looking down at me, which still amazes me because not many people are bigger than I am. I'm no giant, but I am slightly above average height, not that I really mind when it comes to her. Something about looking up to her just feels right.

"Want to go grab lunch together?"

I stand there staring at her for a second. We haven't really done anything like that yet. I assumed she didn't want to since she still has a reputation to uphold. Bri starts to look more worried the longer I remain silent.

"I-I mean, you don't have to. I just thought it would be nice considering we don't get to see each other that much during school, I mean at least not long enough to hold a decent conversation. You have every right to say no, I-"

"No, no, no, it's not that, I'd love to"

It seems she heard the apprehension in my tone

"Why does it sound like there is a but coming?"

"Do you really want to do that in front of the whole school? Don't you have a reputation to uphold or something?"

When I look her in the eyes, I realize I messed up. Gone is the happy demeanour, and it's replaced by sheer annoyance.

"First of all, is that what you think of me? That I'm one of those idiots that cares more about their reputation and what other people think over the feelings of those I care about? Secondly, what? Suddenly you want to keep us secret? Why wouldn't I want to do it in front of the whole school, I don't care, I'm not ashamed." She takes a small break and a look of sadness washes over her face.

"Or is it you that is embarrassed? You know what, forget I even asked. I thought you were different".

Pure horror overtakes my body, this is not what I meant. I let my insecurities take over and made her feel bad. By the time I come to my senses she's already halfway through the hall, then I realize that a crowd had gathered around us. Great, by the time lunch is over, the entire school will know that Bri freaking Paulson yelled at me. I go and look for Julia and quietly eat my food, I can tell Jules wants to ask what's wrong, but she seems to realize I'm not in the mood to tell. She'll find out any way.

It seems I was right, I'm back in class and I already notice the whispers and the not so subtle looks in my direction. Why am I such an idiot. I really hope she doesn't cancel our tutoring session today. I need to make it up to her, I need to explain it to her. It really wasn't her fault. And I'm stupid for thinking, even for a second, that Bri would be anything like my ex. I decide to send her a quick text asking if we are still on for tutoring and wait for a reply.

Bri's POV

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, after quickly checking if the teacher is looking, I pull it out and hide it under my desk.

Cutie
Are we still on for tutoring?

I stared at the text for a minute, I don't really feel like seeing Emilee at the moment, but I really need her help if I ever want to pass this class. I put my phone away without answering and decide to try to focus on class. This is miss Johnson's class, after all, the one I'm failing. Not that I can actually pay attention. I spend nearly the entire class debating whether I should cancel. In the end, my need to pull my grade up overcomes my apprehension on meeting Emilee today. I quickly take out my phone when it's safe and reply.

Me
Yeah, we are

Emilee's POV

I spend almost the entire class stressing about our session, I was almost ready to just assume we wouldn't be meeting up when I got her text. I was ecstatic to say the least, that was until I realized I didn't know what to say to her. Or, more like, how to say it. How do you tell the girl you just started seeing that your ex kept you a secret, all the while making empty promises, and that it made you feel worthless only to blame it all on you when you got caught. And that you're afraid of it happening again. Deadly afraid even.

Luckily, I had 2 more classes to figure that out.