It's been about a week since the whole phone call with Lauren thing. I decided not to tell Emmanuel just because he would be beyond pissed off at me. So I kept it to myself as we sat under the large oak tree during lunch. "So let me get this straight Cristina Hiltscher, our SPANISH TEACHER, adopted you last year?"I asked him, taking a chunk out of my apple. "Yeah pretty much. She's cool. She let me change my name", he chuckled. "Really? What was your old name?", I said, leaning back against the trunk. "Ross. Ross Meritt. I changed my name cause Emmanuel was my father's name", he explained. "What if I called you...Em?" "That sounds like a girls name" "So? You're a pussy, big deal" "Am not" "Are too" "Whatever, Chica", he snorted, shoving the rest of his sandwich in his mouth. "Chill vacuum we've got ten minutes", I laughed. "Nah. I gotta go to the library and print off some homework. You're coming", he stated, getting up. I groaned, knowing I can't argue. The damn asshole won't quit being stubborn. He smiled in victory, walking towards the library.
After arguing about which printer the computer goes to and finally getting his damn homework, we were gonna be late. "Let's just skip. I have to passes for unexcused absences", he sighed. "Really? Alright...let's go", I grinned, not expecting him to suggest skipping. "Yeah, but we ride in my CAR and where I say we're going", he said. "Alright alright. Let's just go. That teacher is giving me a death glare and she's walking over here", I muttered. Emmanuel turned his head towards the raging teacher, his eyes widening in shock and recognition. "Please don't tell me she's your new mom", I groaned. He just gulped in response. "Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing with this young lady", she asked. "Uhm. She's my friend. I was just printing my English homework and I asked her to come with", he half lied, not telling her about our plan. She just nodded skeptically. "Well, I was just about to call you. We're leaving. Dwayne has a surprise for us", she smiled. Emmanuel laughed nervously. I could feel the uncomfortableness radiating off him. "Young Lady, would you like me to call your parents since you seem like you want to skip", she scolded. "Uh...no...my parents aren't really...uhm...gonna pick up I guess", I said nervously. This is touchy. "And why is that?", she pressed on. "Uhm...they're...distant...iliveinanapartmentbecausetheykickedmeoutcauseimlesbianbutmydadlovesme", I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck. "Get to class. No more excuses", she said, not understanding what I said. "Cmon sweetie. Let's go", she continued turning to Emmanuel. He gave me an apologetic glance before giving me a hug. "Back pocket", he whispered. They walked off, Emmanuel throwing his head back and mouthing "were talking about it". I knew he had heard it. He's a fucking hawk.
Turns out he slipped one of those free passes for me. He's a good friend. So, I was in a coffee shop sitting in a abandoned looking booth area, playing around on my phone. I got bored so I got up to get more coffee. As I threw away my cup, I got an itchy feeling so I went out back and pulled out a cigarette. I started smoking a while after I got kicked out. I haven't been able to stop since. I took a long drag, thinking about Emmanuel and the brief phone call with...the thing. My hatred for these girl bands started a long time ago. My old friends listened to them. They ditched me when they found out I wasn't rich anymore. I've been a loner ever since. By choice mostly.
Then there was my brother. He died of cancer. His last wish was to meet those hags, Fifth Harmony. They never replied to his plea. The kid died without fulfilling his dream. It pained me to think someone could do that. A year later, I get kicked out because my mom changed when my little brother, Brent, died. She tried to avoid me as much as she could. Like she didn't want to be attached. Dad became quiet and succumbed to my mother's demands. Soon, they were pumping out money, my name going to the bottom of their list.
I had smoked about two cigarettes before someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find s stunning girl...WOMAN more like. She had silky black hair and eyes like the ocean, coming out to grab you. But her face. Her face I knew too well. Way too well. Lauren fucking Jauregui. "You're really dumb if you're actually SMOKING right now. At this age", she scoffed. "It's really dumb that you're actually OVER HERE right now. At this time", I snorted, flicking her off and stalking back into the coffee shop. Just as I suspected, I could hear her light footsteps behind me.
She slid into the booth, staring at me. "Wanna know how I found you?", she asked. This bitch just crossed the line. EVERYTHING just HAD to be about her. She texts me all rude, she calls me to be friends, but then she scrutinized my lifestyle. Now she wants to make this about her? "No. I want to know why you couldn't let my brother die happy", I said, emotionless. Walking out, not caring who follows. I'm fucking done. Today's the day Brent got diagnosed. And for some reason, all these memories are flowing free. I went to the one place I go to get rid of these memories. The bar.
A/N It's really crappy I know, but just finished calculus homework, so bare with me. Have a good day lovelies!!❤❤
