𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
in which the cliché of the star basketball player and captain of the cheer squad becomes a reality
𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜
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𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. It had been a few days since the incident and she'd barely spoken to anyone. Nathan had called and tried to visit her many times but each time Emiliana would make some lame excuse about cleaning or studying.
Emiliana wasn't trying to be petty or anything, she just knew that Nathan would bombard her with questions she wasn't ready to answer. It's not his fault, she knew he was just looking out for her.
"Emi Coop, thank God! Where have you been these past few days, girl?" Brooke exclaimed, walking beside Emiliana. "Damn. Someone got freaky over the weekend," she smirked, looking at Emiliana's neck.
Emiliana had caked makeup onto the bruises. They weren't fully covered, but faded enough to make them look like hickeys.
"Something like that," Emiliana muttered.
"Was it the Ralph Lauren boy from the party?" Brooke asked.
Emiliana sighed, trying to hide her discomfort. "Uh, yeah," she replied, clearing her throat. "Is Peyton doing okay?"
Peyton got herself into a similar situation as Emiliana at the party. A guy she was hanging out with roofied her drink and tried to take advantage of her. Fortunately, Brooke came in just in time to get Peyton out of there and Brooke called Lucas, who beat up the guy.
"She's doing better," Brooke sighed. "She was pretty out of it so she barely remembers what happened anyways."
"Emi!" Nathan called out as he walked over to the girls.
"I'll see you at lunch, Coop," Brooke smiled before walking away.
"Are you okay? You haven't been answering my calls," Nathan said in a hushed voice.
"Yeah, I was just cleaning. My folks are on a trip so it's just me," she lied.
"Okay, I know you have a habit of obsessive cleaning, but you and I both know that's not true," Nathan deadpanned. "Besides, don't you have a maid?"
"First of all, it's not obsessive. Second of all, just because we have a maid, doesn't mean it's clean enough for me. And third, I just don't wanna talk about what happened. I just wanna forget it happened and move on."
"Alright, fair. But if you decide you do wanna talk about it, I'm always here. And regardless of that, stop ignoring me, I've missed you," Nathan smiled.
Emiliana smiled back. A real smile. She playfully nudged him. "Okay, okay. My house, tomorrow. We need to study for math."
Nathan groaned. "You see, l was thinking more along the lines of NBA Live and a movie. Like you promised we would do."
