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Chapter 5 - Secrets

A/N omg i'm so so sorry i haven't updated in literally ages i've been so uninspired i thought i wouldn't carry on with this story but recently i've had so many ideas i thought i would upload another chapter :) can't say for sure when the next chapter might be up because i have loads of exams at the moment, so enjoy for now :-) 

Chapter 5

Emma’s POV

I lay in bed that night with endless thoughts circling my mind. Do I like George? No, I’ve only known him for two days. Does George like me? No, of course not; a boy like him would never fall for someone like me in a million years. Scrap that. No boys likes me at all, not even Sam. Sam’s using me but of course I can’t tell anyone that. I sighed. How on earth am I going to get rid of Sam? To that I had no answer.

School the next day was a drag. I spent every lesson anticipating last period, which was maths, with George and Sam. I was nervous; partially because of George, I had no idea why, and partially because of Sam. I was worried about what Sam thought of George, what he’s capable of doing to him if George got on the wrong side of him. Sam’s not the nicest of people at the best of times, but he has a huge, dark secret that no-one knows about apart from me. He’s powerful. That’s the only reason I’m still with him; he doesn’t trust me on my own, he knows I have the power to tell anyone what he did at any time, and this is his way of controlling it. Of controlling me.  And if I ever do anything wrong or out of line, then boy, do I know about it afterwards. He made it clear that if I were to ever leave him, or even try, there would be huge consequences. I shiver as I walk down the corridor towards the maths room, dislodging the thought from my head.

Maths in the end was okay, the teacher set too much work for me to engage in a decent conversation with both George and Sam. At the end of the day Sam grabbed me for a suffocating hug that I didn’t really appreciate before going off to rugby practice. I hate rugby. Way too violent and too much yelling. Sam made me come along to watch him practise once before but it was so cold and boring I went home; I told him I felt ill. He’s never asked me along to watch again, thank God. Anyway, after Sam had gone off with his ‘lads’ as he called them, I walked to my locker to collect my stuff. As I was sorting through my things, I heard footsteps coming up behind me and felt a little tap on my shoulder. I turned around. It was George, looking really nervous. I let out a small smile, he was so cute.

“Hey,” he said with a sheepish grin, looking down at his feet.

“Hi, George” I said, closing my locker and zipping up my bag. “What’s up?”

“I was, um, wondering whether, maybe, well uh, you’d like to go shopping with me this Saturday? I mean I know shopping is a girls thing but I thought you’d like it and I need a new phone anyway so I just wondered if you would come with me because I don’t really want to go alone but it’s fine if you don’t want to I really understand you wouldn’t want to go anywhere with someone like me it’s-“ I cut George off his nervous babble by placing a finger on his soft lips.

“Shh,” I said, “Of course I’ll come with you George”

He sighed, relieved, “Thanks Emma”, he said smiling gratefully.

“No problem, and just for the record, why wouldn’t I want to go anywhere with someone like you?”

He sighed as we started walking. “Well, y’know.”

“No George, I don’t”

He sighed again and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground. “I’m not like everyone else. I’m weird.” he muttered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

“What makes you say that?”

He turns round to face me and looks me straight in the eye. “You’re the closest thing I’ve had to a friend for a very, very long time Emma, that’s why you mean so much to me. Everyone else hates me, they always have, they always will. Apparently something about me repulses them.” As George spoke the last few words of that sentence his eyes watered and I could see he was trying hard to fight back the tears and not cry in front of me.

“George,” I say softly, placing one hand on his arm and wiping the escaped tears falling down his rosy cheeks away with the other. “Don’t you dare ever think like that. You’re the most lovely, kind, genuine person I know, nobody could ever hate you for that.” I engulf him in a tight hug, which he hesitantly returns after a few seconds.

“But they do.” He whispers in my ear, which makes me grip him tighter. I sigh. I knew there was some secret he was keeping from me. But what?

“George, do you want to come back to mine this evening?”

“Thanks, Emma, but I can’t really, mum’s expecting me home...” he replies.

“Well, fine, but I’m coming with you. I’m definitely not leaving you to go home in this state all by yourself.” I tell him, and he gives me a small smile and grabs my hand as we break the hug, which sends tingles down my spine. With that, we begin to walk home in blissful silence, just George and me. And I loved it.