The Seaside Café

Chapter 7- He's Going to Eat My Face Off

Chapter 7- He's Going to Eat My Face Off

Emma's Point of View

“He’s a dud.”

“Who’s a dud?” I question Claire, who just randomly showed up at my locker on Tuesday morning.

“Zack.” She sighs, leaning against the locker beside mine.

I frown in confusion and pull out my Chemistry book from the mess that is my locker. “I thought you had a good time on Friday.”

“I did. We did.” She informs me with a shrug. “But then yesterday after school, he texted me and wanted to know if I wanted to go over to his house.”

“Okay, what’s so bad about that?” I wonder, shutting my locker and turning to face Claire. I notice Jace and his two friends walk up to their lockers, so I purposely turn to face away from him. I do not want to look at Jace Parker and his stupid face.

“He wanted to have a threesome with his twenty-five year old neighbor!” She shrieks quietly. “And it was a girl.”

I burst out laughing as I imagine Claire’s face when she received that text.

“Stop laughing.” She demands with a straight face.

I lean against the lockers because I can’t stand on my own two feet anymore and I double over with heaves of laughter. “You… that… oh my god!” I gasped through breaths.

“Emma Jacobs, this isn’t funny. I was seriously horrified. I mean, of course, I texted him back in the negative with a lot of upper cased curse words, but I was absolutely horrified.” She whines, scowling down at me.

I let out a high pitched giggle as a result of me trying to hold in my laughter, which is really hard, because the whole situation just seems so hilarious to me. “Well, that’s a bummer.” I giggle. I know that my face is red and my eyes are probably tearing up because I was laughing so hard at my best friend’s misfortune, but I just can’t help myself.

“Ugh,” She stomps her foot at me, “you’re like, the worst friend ever.”

“You love me,” I coo once I catch my breath again from laughing so much. “and I’m done laughing now.”

“Good.” She huffs. “Now, tell me why that Jonathon guy keeps staring at me.”

I shrug. “I don’t know, why would I know?”

“I don’t know,” She admits. “but he’s seriously starting to freak me out.”

“Maybe he has a crush,” I suggest.

“Yeah,” Claire scoffs just as the warning bell rings. “you have the whole bad boy romance thing, not me.”

“Romance?” I echo in confusion. “I don’t have a romance.”

Claire grins at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, please, you and Jace? He saw you at the café; he saw you singing; that is so cute. A romance is bound to brew up eventually.”

“Just because he works at the café?” I ask with raised eyebrows. “C’mon, Claire, that’s a stretch, even for you. He doesn’t even work on Fridays, it was a onetime thing. And ‘you’re going to kill me’ doesn’t exactly screech wedding vows.”

“Right, okay,” She sang teasingly, looking over my shoulder to where I assume Jace was still standing with Jonathan and Chace, since Claire frowned at whoever, presumably Jonathan, behind me. “He’s doing it again.”