Em You're Perfect

Platinum Screams

As a child, blood was never a hot topic for me. Lawrence always kept me from falling or running into things around the house. Wilma made sure to keep sharp knives above my reach. At recess, my friends and I usually claimed the swings or gathered underneath shady trees. Being sheltered from experiencing any real bloody injuries or cuts, opening your luxury Range Rover to see a pool of deep, red blood came as a surprise to me. My first reaction was to scream. Two college boys came running towards me from a nearby café. The first boy was tall and black. The second boy looked to be mixed with something and wore big black glasses. The tall one moved me out of the way and called 911. The shorter one stayed on the side and called someone telling them that he would be a little late. I dialed Sarah and Donatello's numbers to tell them the same.  Wilma had gone home; the houses were so far apart we didn't even have neighbors.  Within 5 minutes, a cop car pulled up near mine.  The tall one walked over and motioned for me to follow. 
"Hello Officers," he said cheerfully,"My dear friend Emily was greeted with inscrutable blood in her car this evening."
The first officer; a short, chubby man wrote down his words impetuously on a notepad.  The second boy called someone telling them that he would be late coming home.  It sounded like a younger child.  Maybe a sister?  I figured that I should do the same while the tall boy managed my affairs.  Isadora and August were both out of the country; even if they were here, they would be busy.  Wilma only uses email and she never checks it.  Our only "neighbors" were about 5 big houses away from me.  I wanted to call Sarah, but she mentioned that she's going to visit my grandparents in the hospital. They are getting better. Grandma refused to be put in the next door room; she needed to be with grandpa. I hadn't visited them, because I was just too scared to see there languished faces.  I had no one for me.  No one was home.  If I had gone to the movie, I would come home to a big, empty mansion.  I need to move out, find my own place.  The tall guy walked towards me. 
"They're taking your car for investigation."
"What?" I threw my hands in the air,"That car is my baby and I cannot let it be ruined by some phony cops."
"These cops are here to help you." He whispered in my ear,"I'm sure you have a garage of luxury cars, rich girl."
I pushed him off of me right before his lips connected with my neck.
"What is wrong with you?" I thought to myself why are the cops not coming to help me?
I peered around the corner to see my car with blood all over.  Two dead cops had been strangled on the sidewalk.  I screamed, but he reached his big hands over my mouth. 
"If you give me trouble I'll end you."
I looked down expecting a knife or a gun.  Instead, I saw a fist.  Was he talking about my career?  My reputation?  He must be a Camille Fan.  Camille is my biggest rival in modeling.  We used to be mutual friends, but then we started modeling.  It's a whole new game when you're competing for a title or privileges.  She doesn't play nice, but to kill cops?  That's low, even for her and her Dollar Tree gift cards.  I rolled my eyes at the thought of her and then focused on my criminal.  Think Emily.  Think.  Think about how you can trick him.  Think about his weaknesses.  Think about someone who matters. 

I smiled and kissed him.  He kissed back until I kicked him in the groin.  I grabbed my Michael Kors purse and ran for a nearby shop with it's lights on.  I heard his heavy footsteps behind me and his cries of pain.  I screamed,"Help!  There's a  man trying to kill me!  Help!  I'm Emily Benson!  Help!" 
I noticed Freckles coming from an ATM and ran towards him. 
"That man's trying to kill me."
He shoved black keys to his Lexus in my hand and said,"I got you no matter what."
"I'll come back around for you."
He nodded and ran towards the approaching man.  I ran off towards his Lexus parked nearby.  The engine started and I pulled off to pick him up.  I drove around the corner and came back to see him running to the car.  He got in and rummaged through the glove box for tissue. 
"My nose is bleeding," he started using tissues,"I'm fine.  Drive home."

Reluctantly, I drove home.  I parked his car where mine would have been and we went inside. 
"I'm starving."
"Same here bae."
"I'll order a pizza."
"It's too late.  I'll make some cereal."
"Got any coffee?"
"Yeah."
"I really need some."

He looked a mess.  I brought the coffee to him. 

"I want you with my coffee." He pulled me close and kissed my neck.
I smirked and said,"You know your dad would die if he found out about us."
He laughed,"Only if we don't tell him first."
"You're suggesting that we tell your father, my personal trainer, about our secret relationship between a minor and a college graduate?"
"You make it sound like such a bad thing." He chuckled. 

I smiled and got up to make our Corn Flakes with chocolate milk and his coffee.   Telling Kurt about our relationship doesn't sound like such a bad idea.  I still need to break up with Kevin.  He'll probably be mad at me for months and avoid girls throwing themselves at him until he can win me back.  Kevin was so immature.  College boys are my type of boys.  Freckles is just better.  I should do this more often. 

Break high school boys' hearts for college boys who might kiss some other girl at a fraternity party and date you for your title and not you? 

I shook the thought from my head and poured the chocolate milk into each of our bowls.  I gave Freckles his black coffee and we ate together.  Turns out that we looked cute in the warm kitchen lighting, so I put us on Snapchat.  I got 2 videos with us kissing and 5 of him telling me corny jokes.  Some girls who hung around my circle asked me stuff like:  who's the hottie?  kevin looks so different!  where did u get tht shirt?! 

Nothing but suck up freshmen wanting to get tagged in one of my Instagram pictures.