The worst date in human history, at least to Emma, had finally come to an end, and she couldn't be happier. She was sure if you were to ask Jason, his crazy self would probably give it a ten out of ten. When they left the park and headed home, he made sure to tell her he enjoyed the night and couldn't wait until the next time, which she couldn't help but side-eye him for. If he thought she would willingly go out with him again, he was even crazier than she thought.
He did voice his annoyance about her talking to the guy who "supposedly" got a lucky punch on him at the play. But after she unwillingly assured him that she didn't plan on running into him anymore, he seemed overly happy.
She kept her hands clasped in her lap as the car came to a stop in front of her house. She let out a sigh filled with relief as she looked out the window. She turned to face the window and tried to open the door, but it was still locked.
"I had a really great time tonight, Emma." He turned in his seat to face her, running his fingertips over her shoulder. She quickly turned to face him; she didn't want him touching her. He had already stolen her first kiss; she refused to give him anything else willingly. The smile fell from his lips. His hand moved onto her thigh as he looked past her, through her window, seeing her mother peeking through the living room curtains, apparently watching them. He let the fake smile make its way back onto his face as he dug his nails into her dress.
"You better keep your mouth shut about tonight, Emma. Remember, I can always get to you if I need to," he threatened, making sure to keep the smile on his face. Her body slightly shook. His eyes were cold, and his nails were sharp, but you would never be able to tell from the smile on his face. She kept her mouth closed, not giving him the satisfaction of a reply.
"I hope you know if your mother wasn't watching us right now, I would kiss you, but I want to look like the perfect gentleman for them." For once, she was happy about her mother's overbearing, protective nature.She shrugged, pushing his hand off her. "That's too bad." Her tone was full of sarcasm. His eye slightly twitched before he unlocked her door. She reached to open it, but before she could leave, he grabbed her wrist, holding on tightly.
"Remember what I said... not a word." He finally released her, and she practically fell out of the car, trying to put as much distance as possible between them.
As she speed-walked to the house, she could feel his eyes on her. She didn't dare look back at him until she got to her door. He sent her a slow wave before driving away. Opening the door, she saw her mother sitting on the couch, pretending to read a book. She looked up from it as she heard the door open.
"Hello, Emma, how did it go?" she asked with a grin, as if Emma didn't know she was watching them from the window.
Emma held her tongue on what she really wanted to say. "It was fine." Her mother grinned while Emma walked past, up the stairs.
"I approve of him for you, Emma. He's a lot better for you than that guy from the dance. You remember that Black boy that lent you his jacket the other day?" she asked, looking back at her book, so sure that her plan to make her forget about Blake worked.
Emma's fingers tightened around the stairs railing as she stopped walking. "I didn't even remember him. Yes... I completely agree," she said in a leveled voice before walking the rest of the way upstairs into her room, slowly closing and locking it behind her.
She changed into a big BTS t-shirt for bed, taking Blake's phone out of her bra, looking over at Tex still on her vanity before climbing onto the bed, running her fingers through her hair.
She leaned over the edge of her bed, running her fingers underneath, feeling for the cool, worn leather. She sat back up, holding Blake's jacket close to her chest. She had kind of ended up stealing it from him and keeping it under her bed for safekeeping. She slid her arms into the jacket, grinning; it still smelled like him. It gave her a little comfort. The phone vibrated in her hand, making her glance down at it. She slid open the message from an unknown number.
??-You still alive?
For a moment, she raised her eyebrow. It could be an unknown number, but it could also be Blake. She decided to reply.
Emma-Yeah, I made it back.
Blake-Great.
Emma-Thanks for lending me your phone. I'll give it back tomorrow.
Blake-Keep it.
She raised an eyebrow, biting her lip while laying on her side. She didn't want to just keep his phone; surely he needed it.
Blake-I got a new phone. I was thinking about getting a new one anyway. You keep that one. I'll keep paying the bill.
Was he for real? This was so generous. She liked to think he didn't just do this stuff for everyone.
Blake-But listen, can you meet at lunch behind the gym bleachers? We need to talk.
Her eyes widened slightly. Here he was once again, pulling her into trouble. She decided to play with him a little.
Emma-What, you miss me already or something?
She knew she'd thrown him through a loop because he spent a few minutes typing and retyping.
Blake-I just wanna see you. It's been a while, plus I know you low-key miss me.
She grinned, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god, he did not just say that," she whispered before replying.
Emma-Okay, you got it, lol. I'll meet you at lunch.
Blake-Cool. BTW, Chris and Kandy's numbers are in my contacts if you wanna shoot them a text.
Emma-KK, cya tomorrow.
Blake-Night.
She couldn't hide the smile on her face as she slid off his jacket, putting it back underneath her bed. She slid the phone under one of her pillows while cuddling the other before falling asleep, excited for tomorrow.
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Romance***** Emma Pear knew she wasn't the most popular girl in high school. Her nose was usually buried in a textbook, and her grades were as spotless as her reputation for always following the rules. "Nerd" was a label she'd long since embraced. Her pare...
