Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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Over the next few weeks, me and Reese became basically inseparable. At school, I'd still hang out with Zoe and Emma, who were getting gradually more bitchy and annoying. I spent most of my lunch times with both their backs turned to me. I don't know why I even bothered. 

I finally gave up on calling them if they could do anything everyday, since they didn't actually care. I still called them maybe one a week though. I was afraid of losing them. Especially Emma. We'd been so close for so long. Yet still the answer would always be the same. There was really nothing I could do at this point. 

I spent countless hours with Reese. Either out and about or at his house. On some days, we'd just sit, just doing our own thing and not really talking, just with the comfort of the other being there. Not a care in the world.

My mom didn't know. She wasn't at home most of the time, if she was, I just told her I was going to hang out with Zoe and Emma, and she believed me. I was afraid to tell her. I don't know why. 

On Wednesday afternoon, I'd just managed to get home and unpack my bag, when the phone started ringing. Richard went over and picked it up.

"Hello? Georgia, it's for you." Reese. It had to be. I took the phone from him.

"Georgia?" It was... Emma? No waaaayyyyy. She never called me.

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna go see this movie "Sleepover" with me?" She wanted to do something with me? Something had to be up.

"I mean... Sure?" I didn't really, but what was I meant to say? "But... I dunno if I've got that much money." 

"Ask your mom for more. Come to my house and we can go for the bus." Obviously we had to go to the cinema in the next town because it was fancier. "Hurry up." She hung up the phone. That bitch. That insensitive, selfish little bitch. 

I checked my piggy bank, and managed to scrape toghether 15 dollars 54 cents. I took 10 dollars and shoved them in my pocket. I wasn't too happy to be spending them, since I'd actually been saving up for a new cassette. But of course, if Emma wants, she gets, right? I hated myself that I just let her push me about like that.

I put my shoes on and walked to her house, which was pretty far from mine. The sky was gloomy and it had just started drizzling. I knocked on her door, remembering how excited it used to make me. A few moments passed, and Emma opened it.

"Come in." She grunted. I stepped inside and she slammed the door behind me.

"Are we not going?" I asked.

"I'm not ready yet!" Oh, so she tells me to hurry up, but isn't ready herself?? Rude.

"Well hurry up!"

She glared at me and thundered up the stairs to her huge bedroom. I followed her awkwardly. Her bedroom was a fucking mess, as always. Clothes all over the floor, 5 empty cups on the shelf, wrappers everywhere, and a half eaten plate of macaroni on her desk. Suit yourself I guess...

"You know, Zoe's fucking pissing me off." She said suddenly.

"Why?"

"Well, she's had a crush on 5 guys in the past week, and she's just really fucking whiny." Jesus.

"That's it?"

"I mean, yeah, but it's like really bad."

After 10 minutes of mostly silence, she was finally ready and we walked to the bus stop. I was glad Zoe wasn't with us, or she would have moaned about her hair the entire time.

Once we sat down on the bus, Emma took the daily local newspaper out her bag and flicked through to the page with movie times. 

"Oh my God." She laughed. "It started 20 minutes ago." 

"You didn't check?" I was just pissed now.

"Well how am I meant to know?" She huffed.

"You we're literally in charge of checking the times!"

"Why me? Why didn't you check if you're so fucking smart?"

 "YOU'RE the one that asked me if I wanted to go, that implies you already know??"

"Oh shut up." She hated that I was right.

We got off a few bus stops early since we knew there was going to be traffic further up the road. The rain was getting heavier.

"Well there's not really any point to still go see it is there?" I asked, finally managing to keep my anger under control.

"Yeah... Let's just go to McDonald's." 

"Okay, I'm not gonna get anything though."

We walked to McDonald's and went inside. 

"I'm getting fries and chicken nuggets. What about you?" Didn't I just tell her?

"I said I wasn't getting anything, remember?"

"Oh come on, get like fries or something."

"It's okay, I don't want any."

"You know what, I'm so done with this." She muttered and stormed out. 

"Emma, wait." I went right after her into the now pouring rain. I didn't understand what she was pissed about. I said I didn't want any fries... Is that what it was? She can't force me. 

A memory of Emma forcing me to eat the vomit-worthy tuna sandwiches in Elementary suddenly popped to my mind.

"Just eat it! I won't be friends with you if you don't." It sent shivers down my spine. 

"Emma, what is it?" I caught up with her. Her face was scrunched up in anger and annoyance. She didn't even look at me. "Please just tell me." It was as if I was talking to a wall. I gave up after a few minutes, and followed her into Wet Seal. 

I just wanted it to be okay again. I just wanted it to be like it used to be.

She silently looked at candles, turning away from me. I tried to brighten the mood by showing her a naked lady candle, but she, yet again, just ignored me. I was about to cry. But I couldn't. Crying in public, in front of Emma, simply wasn't an option.

Emma turned to me. My gullible ass thought for a second she wasn't mad anymore.

"Isla Kettman is here." She said coldly and started leaving.

"Where?" I said as I pathetically followed her but she was already ignoring me again.

She went into Hobby Lobby and I went right after. I was on the verge of tears at this point. I tried to distract myself by looking at the art supplies. Emma was trying to stay as far away from me as possible.

I noticed she had taken out her Nokia cell phone that she'd gotten for her birthday. 

"My mom's gonna pick us up."

10 minutes later, we were both sat in the back of her mom's car. 

"So what happened, you guys? Why didn't you go see the movie?" Her mom was trying to strike a conversation. Emma didn't say anything.

"We forgot to check the times." I said quietly.

"Well that's silly! What were yous going to see?" I glanced at Emma if she would answer. She looked away from me.

"This movie called Sleepover." I muttered.

"I see." She looked at Emma in the rear view mirror. "What happened?" Emma even ignored her mother. "Georgia, do you know?"

"No."

"Emma, what happened?" There was still no reply. The three of us sat in silence for the rest of the ride, the comforting hammer of the rain the only sound. I looked at the windscreen. The rain was streaming down it in thick waterfalls. The world behind it seemed cold and dark, illuminated only by the bright taillights of cars.