Her name was Emilia Valerie Henderson, or Emily for short. She had soft ludicrously luscious light brown hair and skin the color of super creamy coffee (the kind all of us white girls get at Starbucks, don't deny it). She was beautiful, to say the least. Her eyes were green, and when I say green, I mean like REALLY green. Not like John Green, but almost emerald green, just... Darker. She stayed fit, and she looked good. Like that one big present under the tree on Christmas, that you know is for you and just can't wait to unwrap it.
And the best part? Her personality was even better than that. Heart of gold and all that shit. The worst part? She's my best friend's older sister. And my crush. Fuck.
For whatever reason, she waited on me to get out of detention to give me a ride home. "Did Chelsea ask you to stay?" I looked over at her, sure the smile was still lingering on my face. "Oh, no, not really. She told me you wouldn't have a ride so I thought it would be nice to see you again, we don't have any classes together this year." She said, eyes ever to the road. "Yeah.... What a shame, I was starting to like you." I managed to stifle out an awkward laugh. Emily pulled into a turn lane. "Em, what're you doing? I asked, worried as she pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned building. "Something I should've done a long time ago..." She trailed off as she turned the car off and eyed me up and down. Instinctively I covered myself up, but opened back up as she leaned towards me. "Em..." I said weakly. My eyes started to close as we melted into each other as she embraced me and gently kissed my neckline before biting her lip and kissing me straight on the lips.
I came to in the parking lot, surrounded by Chelsea, Emily, Creepy McGee, and Hitler. I raised my hand to my head. "Ughhhh. What happened?" I sat up and looked around. I was at the bottom of the steps and there was a blood splat on the bottom step. I looked at my hand and saw blood. I said "Shit." and fainted.
