For Senior Year

The Fight

Tatum POV:

The first time that I saw Emily at the party was three hours in. She was shoving her way through the crowd to get upstairs. Since she was alone and I had already downed a couple of drinks, I had the confidence to follow after her.

"Excuse me, sorry!" I said to several people as I pushed my way through the crowd as fast as I could in order to catch up with Emily. Everyone I passed seemed too drunk to even realize that I was speaking English to them.

By the time I got through the crowd, Emily was already halfway up the stairs. I quickly jogged up the stairs to catch up to her, gently grabbing her arm to slow her down. She stopped when she felt my hand and turned to face me with a smile. However, when she saw that it was me, her smile dissipated.

"What do you want?" Emily asked annoyed as she pulled her arm away from me. I let my arm slowly fall back down to my side.

Ouch.

I'm not surprised that I wasn't who she was expecting to see but I brushed it off and didn't let my disappointment show on my face.

"Come dance with me!" I said happily. Geez that was not what I was planning on saying. I guess the alcohol has given me more confidence than I thought.

"No. I have a girlfriend and I'm actually about to go see her right now." Emily replied. 

Oh right. I forgot about her shitty girlfriend.

Jealousy and anger coursed through me. I've never hated anyone as much as I hate Cam. 

"Oh fuck her." I said bitterly as I rolled my eyes.

"That's exactly what I'm about to do." Emily replied. This time I couldn't hide my emotions. I cringed and disgust was definitely visible on my face. I shuddered and shook my head.

"I did not need to know that." I grumbled. Emily's eyes went wide as if she realized what she had just said. A slight blush formed on her face.

Aw that's cute.

But that didn't cure the jealousy in my heart because my brain had just figured out what my heart didn't want to know. Emily has gone further with Cam than she ever has with me. 

Emily and I never had sex. We've never gone further than the occasional handsy makeout session. We were young and still in high school at the time we had dated but it wasn't just that. Neither of us were ready at the time and we both loved each other to not care about whether or not we should take things to the next level. 

But she went there with Cam.

Does that mean she loves Cam more than she ever loved me?

Maybe she 'wasn't ready' back then because she didn't love me like that. Maybe she isn't attracted to me like that.

"Sorry. Now if you'll excuse me." Emily said, interrupting my thoughts. She then turned and continued her path up the stairs. By the time I shook my head and cleared my thoughts, I could already hear her footsteps receding. 

I quickly ran up the stairs and jogged down the hallway to catch up with her. For some reason, it was eerily quiet and empty up here. When Emily heard me following after her, she stopped just outside a bedroom door and turned to face me. She was visibly fuming with anger and she practically spat her words with venom as she spoke. I quickly stopped moving towards her and froze in place about two feet away from her.

"Can you just fuck off for once-" She started to say but she was interrupted by the bedroom door swinging open, She jumped as the door nearly hit her.

Cam stood in the doorway of the bedroom, her eyes wide. She quickly shut the door slightly and stayed standing in the doorway, blocking my view of the inside of the room.