complicated || j.s & c.l

0.7

Joe hated living with Emma and Caspar. He always felt like the third wheel all the time.

However, everytime he'd see Emma his heart would race and he'd get shaky. Everytime he saw Caspar and Emma together, his face would flush with anger.

It's been about five months with Caspar already? Joe hated those five months. It was hell. But he didn't know why, he was in a happy relationship with a beautiful girl but he still craved Emma's hugs and touch.

Emma sat on the couch, watching her show in concentration. Her eyebrows furrowed as she ate her cereal slowly. Joe was being creepy and watching her from the kitchen. She had her hair up and wearing a small tank top. She looked beautiful.

His smile soon disappeared as Caspar sat down next to her, his hands lingering down her back and wrapping around her waist.

God, how are they not sick of each other? They see each other everyday, everynight. It's funny because if they don't fall asleep on the couch, Caspar walks her to her room like it's her house or something.

Joe doesn't think they've gone far to do it yet. He doesn't leave them alone in the house and if he does then it's either because Oli or someone is over. He hates the thought of Emma's body being touched by someone else. Mainly, he hates the thought of Caspar breaking her heart.

Emma sat happily, talking to her boyfriend, the basic jock. Joe sat across the diner. Emma, Joe, and Zoe would always come here  on Friday's after school. But today, Emma came with her boyfriend, Preston. He was the ideal dream boy; dark hair, bright blue eyes, cheeky smile, and dimples that stole girls hearts. Joe hated him, not only because he was dating Emma but because all the guys hated him. Every girl drooled over him and he can steal someones girlfriend in a heartbeat. Then he also hated him because him and Emma have been dating for an year now. But he knew he was cheating on her, everyone knew.

It was only a matter of time before someone tells her and that strong feeling of it coming grew on Joe as he saw the girl he was cheating on Emma with, bickering and laughing at Emma. Zoe grabbed onto his arm, squeezing it as the girl got up walking over to Emma and Preston's booth. Joe's breath hitched, watching closely as the girls hand dragged around Preston's back as she sat on his lap, grabbing his face and kissing him. Emma's face has turned into a light shade of embarrassment. Her eyes started to swell up with tears and she quickly got up running out of the diner in a rush.

Preston pushed of the girl yelling, "What the fuck, Janie?! Fuck you!" The girl seemed completely hurt as Preston got up to go with Emma. As he left the diner, slamming the door loudly, Zoe looked at Joe with worried eyes as loud yelling was heard in the parking lot. They got up, leaving to see Emma and Preston fighting in the lot.

"How could you?!" She yelled tears slipping down her face, her lips quivering.

"It was nothing, Emma! Just a stupid mistake, babe... I love you." His face held a sad face, man tears starting to form. Joe rolled his eyes.

"Shut up! Don't you ever talk to me again." With that she was making her way to our car, signaling for them to go to the car. But Preston has other plans, he runs to her making her turn quickly and pins her against a random car. His lips crash on to hers and Joe can't help to think that Preston's lips don't fit as well on Emma's like Joe's lips fit on her. His thoughts are shaken out as Emma trys to pry him off but he doesn't let go. His hands are tight around her wrist and she keeps yelling for him to get off. Joe's body moved before his mind could process anything and he found himself pushing Preston off and swinging at his face, landing perfectly on his eye. His knuckles ached and he felt arms pulling on his. Zoe and Emma dragged him to the car, Zoe quickly driving off.

"Thank you..." Emma said, her big sad eyes making Joe's heart ache.

Joe smiles at the memory. He'd do anything to keep Emma safe. He hates the thought of Emma being with someone else completely. He hates the thought of someone loving her more than he does. He hates the fact that he's everything he wants.

He hates the fact that he's in love with her but he was too late.