Don't push me off the edge.

Fifty three - Emma

There was something that looked like a Chinese restaurant in the cafeteria, we went there and grabbed some amazing noodles from them, I just got mine with beef in it and he got something weird, I saw some rice and something else I didn't know of on his plate.

We soon found ourselves a table, with only two chairs instead of four.

" Hey, are you still mad at me?" I said looking down at my food.

" Nah, i'm an asshole." He replied smiling as he took a bite of his rice.

" No, I'm sorry."

" Don't."

" I'm really really sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have. Besides, I don't blame you for being-" 

" I'm not. The more time I spend with you the less I fear, don't worry about it okay?" I didn't respond. I felt like a bitch. He always told me he loved me, and I haven't told him once. I tried to, once. But the words wouldn't come out. I wished they would, but I couldn't get them out.

We ate our food in silence, not a word spoken. Soon he looked my way, not at me, something past me. " What?" I ask, I start turning my head to look behind me.

" Don't look to see. Just look at me or something." I turned my head towards him. I didn't see what he was looking at, I wanted to, but I didn't want to piss him off more.

" What is it?"

" It's that guy I saw at the dance, he's here."My heart started pounding harder.

" Are you sure?"

" Only that guy gives me the death glare."He looks back at me. Having a faint smile.

" It's not funny! You could be in danger! For all we know he could be my dad or something."

" Your dads a prick," He says. " But he doesn't know me."

" He knows your with me right now if that's him." I snicker.

We walk out or the cafeteria. When we were away from the man who could be my dad, Derek stopped us in front of a store.

" Stay here, I'm gonna get something." He kissed my forehead before he walked in. This seemed like the only place in here that had a door. Every where else just had openings. After about five minutes I was thinking about going in, it looked like a clothing store but I couldn't tell.

Soon, a man with brown hair with a few grey strands walked up to me.

" Mind if I ask why your standing out here?" He asks. My heart rate is suprisendly calm, for now.

"I'm waiting for someone." I say.

" Well then, I have a favor to ask of you." He says, my heart sinks to my stomach and turns rock solid. "I happen to know what hotel your in, and there is someone on the third floor in room 213 that's wanting to meet you. Around seven is preferred or earlier." 

" Who is it?"

"You'll have to see that for yourself." he answered as he started walking away. He didn't make it far before I grabbed his wrist.

" Who are you?" I ask. He just get's out of my grip and starts walking faster the opposite direction. I let him go, not having a reason. So many questions ran through my head. Who was he? Did he know who wanted to see me? Was he like, a stalker? Why was he watching me? Why does this person want to see me? What happens if I don't go?

Soon Derek stepped out of the door, I heard a " Come again!" Before the door slammed shut. He came back empty handed.

" What were you looking for?" I ask.

" I was going to get something. That's actually a tea place in case you were wondering. but they didn't have the brand I liked. But then I remembered we were in a different country . . ." I laughed.

" Why did I have to stand out here then?" I ask, crossing my arms.

" I didn't think you would care to look at all that stuff. Something happen?" He asks, we started walking towards the entrance/exit.

" Nah, just wondering." I answered rubbing the back of my neck.

" Emma," He warned. 

" I'll tell you later. K?" I said. If he were going to go off and flip out I sure didn't want him to do that in a place like this. Besides, he might go after him and we probably wouldn't get anywhere with that.

We got to the hotel room safely, I looked at the elevator as we walked by thinking about what the man asked. Derek didn't question it at least. When we arrived I saw Aaron watching something on TV that I didn't know of.

" Got books?" Aaron asked as he turned off the TV.

" Yeah." I said as I put the bag on the counter. I wasn't going to read it now. As I sat at the edge of the bed, slipping my shoes off but I didn't take them completely off. I used the floor to help me put them back on.

" Aaron? Can I talk to you?" I say, I didn't really know what I was supposed to say to him. Nothing I really wanted to say to him, maybe I just wanted to get away from Derek.

" Uh, sure." Aaron says as he is already stepping out the door. I follow him out, I see Derek glance at me before I walk out the door.

Me and Aaron start walking down the street. Saying nothing at first

" What did you wanna talk about?" He asks.

" Nothing really. Just wanted to go for a walk I guess." I put my hands in my jean pockets. Feeling my phone in there.

"With me?"

"Well why not? I just hung out with Derek for a while today."

"Driving you crazy is he?" He slapped the side of my arm, my arm the bullet hit, it didn't hurt much until now. But I ignored the pain, it only lasted a couple seconds.

"I guess." I giggle.

"So do you and Derek got anything in common? You guys seem to hit it off pretty well." He looked away.

"Yeah, I guess." I say looking at him. "So you and Derek met from work?"

"Hey, Emma?" He ignored my question. He looked at me really seriously.

"Sup?" I ask.

"Are you and Derek, like, a actual thing?" Like boyfriend and gir- That sounds so strange- I shrugged. "So no?" Why did he care?

"Why do you ask?" I ask him. He stops in his tracks, and so do I.

" I like you." He says blandly, and a bit weirdly. My heart started pounding. Not knowing what to say or feel. I wouldn't have guessed he did like me, it seemed to bizarre for it to ever happen. He didn't really know me that well.

" I-I'm sorry but, I don't-" He grabbed my shoulders quickly and leaned me against a wall, a building. I could tell it was brick by the feel of it on my arm, hard, cold, a bit rough.

He pressed his lips against mine, firmly. I immediately pushed him away after I realized what he was doing.

" What the hell?" I say in anger as he fell backwards.

"Sorry, I thought . . ." He lost his words. I started marching back towards the hotel. He followed behind me.

This was partially my fault. He asked if me and Derek were a thing because he liked me. I didn't tell him, and if I said we were, he wouldn't have kissed me. And if I said we weren't, which would be lie, he might have still kissed me. I didn't feel the same for Aaron at all, I thought we were just friends. But he didn't want that.

"Are you gonna tell him?" He asked at we reached the door. 

"I don't know." Should I? " But, Aaron, me and Derek are a thing. We just don't show any affection around you. K? You don't have to, um, say anything about it. But, I love Derek, he means the world to me." What would Derek say about this anyways? How would he react?

I opened the door to prevent him from responding.

" That was only five minutes." Derek chuckled as he put down his new book, using the recite as a bookmark.

" Yeah . . . Wasn't much to talk about." I admitted.