An Unbreakable Bond

Chapter Five

Yo, it's Emma, hitting you with a new chappy!

OMG, I'm not drunk, I promise.

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"Drop me off here, if you will." I told Matthew a he approached the school in his car.

"Uh, sure. D-Do you want me to come with you, it m-might be dangerous." Matthew asked me.

"Yeah." I said, smiling.

"I'd like that."

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"Right, everyone stop moving!" I screamed as I kicked the doors open, everyone turned to look at me, confusion and worry enlaced in their glares. I don't need their judgement.

Everyone did as told.

"Good. Now, I'm sick, so don't try me!" I shouted, getting angrier at the fact that Eleanor was probably embracing F grades in a janitor's closet somewhere.

Matthew followed my every move, he was a few steps behind me. He probably thinks I'm being OTT about my friend being teased, but I don't care what he thinks, right now.

I wandered the school halls, stopping every once in a while to interrogate a person.

They were scared of me, funny.

You know, I'm never usually like this. When you're my friend, you see me as this bubbly person, a fire that you can't put out with 1,000,000 buckets of water.

But if you're a stranger, like most the people in this school, I'm a top-dog, a force to be reckoned with.

I'm not known as: 'That PTX Fangirl' to everyone, I keep my barriers high, only letting a few people in...

"Matthew, you with me?" I whispered when we were alone in the hallway.

"Yeah. What do you need?" He asked politely, he is such a gentleman.

It's such a turn-on.

"Uh, I don't need anything, I just needed to know you were here with me." I said, turning to him.

He quickly engulfed me in a hug, inhaling my smell, it felt great.

But, unfortunately, we had to focus on the task at hand.

"We'll talk later." I mouthed to him as he continued to walk forward.

He was now in front of me, his chiseled back bones facing me.

God, I need to go to the asylum or something.

I don't know, does Matthew have a thing for me?

He never pays attention to the other girls, he's never given Nicole or Eleanor the amount of attention he gives me.

It makes me feel special.

It's nice.

My fantasies came to an end as he stopped me from nearly head-butting a wall.

Kudos, to Matthew.

"I'll try calling Eleanor." I said, we were alone once again, in an empty hallway.

I decided to lean against the doors of the nearby janitor's closet and call her.

I remember the last time I went in there, it's not a good memory, let me tell you.

It was with my old boyfriend, his name was Scott and we went into the enclosed room to make-out during our free period.

It wasn't romantic, it was sloppy and wet. All those movies, they lie!
High School Musical is a fake.

But you should see Zac Efron right now...

Whoo! Someone get Momma a towel because I'm sweaty thinking about how hot he is.

Anyway, after my little nostalgic daydream, I proceeded to call my friend who was probably stuck in this janitor's closet I'm leaning on now.

After a few rings, she finally picked up.

"Ellie! Where the hell are you?" I practically screamed in my phone.

"Stop it with that name, I hate it when you call me that!" Came the reply on the other line.

"So, where are you?" I asked, my concern not fading in the slightest.

"I'm in the janitors closet. I can hear you from here." Eleanor said in a hushed tone.

I looked at Matthew who was pacing back and forth, I motioned for him to open the janitor's closet I was leaning on.

He nodded, very obedient.

I was shocked at what I saw...

"Eleanor?" I said, I stared at my friend.

"You're reading The Fault In Our Stars? Oh my God, I've been looking for that book everywhere, where did you get it?" I interrogated her.

She looked absolutely peed off, but I was just being myself.

I love John Green, or whatever his name is.

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Maaaajjoor plot twist at the end there.

Whoo!
I love messing with y'all's brains.

Have a fun night, momma needs to sleep.

Signing out,

EMMA
xxxx
EmmaSmedders