The bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Emmy quickly left her classroom and joined the flood of students heading for the exits. She stepped outside into the cold November air, and hurried over to the warmth of her car. Emmy had unlocked her car and was about to step inside, when someone called out to her stopping her progress.
She glanced over and saw Ian jogging towards her. Emmy was tempted to pretend she hadn’t heard him and drive off, but she knew it was too late.
“What?” Emmy asked him, once he was within hearing distance of her.
“I wanted to talk to you,” Ian said stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“We have track practice,” Emmy pointed out as she nodded her head towards the track.
“I know, but I promise this won’t take long,” Ian told her as he brought his green eyes up to look into her brown ones.
Emmy shivered as a cold breeze passed by them, and she pulled her gray hoodie tighter around her body, “Ok, hurry up it’s cold out here.”
“We can talk in my car,” Ian told her as he motioned towards his car a few spaces down from them.
Emmy thought about it for a few moments, tugging down her gym shorts in an attempt to warm up her legs, “I don’t really think that’s a good idea,” she said remembering what always happens whenever they’re in a small space alone.
“Alright, we can do it your way,” Ian said as he kicked a piece of gravel away from his foot.
“So, what’d you want to talk about?” Emmy asked as she redid her brunette ponytail.
“About last Friday,” Ian said as he tilted his head to look up at the slowly graying sky.
Emmy slowly nodded her head remembering that night last week. When after sleeping together, Ian had told her about another date he had the next night, and had kicked her out of his house.
“What about it?” Emmy asked cautiously, not wanting to relive those memories again.
“You know how I had a date on Saturday, right?” Ian questioned her his eyes glued to the gravel parking lot.
Emmy nodded, “Yes, but I don’t know what that has to do with me.”
“Well, I slept with her that night,” Ian murmured his voice barely audible.
Emmy had felt like Ian was going to say something along those lines and she knew she wasn’t his girlfriend. So, she didn’t have a right to be angry with him. Even with that thought in mind she still couldn’t help but feel hurt and disappointed.
“Ok, so why are you telling me this?” Emmy asked trying her best to keep her emotions out of her voice.
Ian shrugged as he glanced up at her, “I thought you should know.”
“It’s not like we’re in a relationship, as you’ve told me many times before, so you had no obligation to tell me this,” Emmy said softly as she fiddled with one of the strings on her hoodie.
Ian nodded in agreement with her words, “That’s true.”
“You should go get tested,” Emmy said as she looked at him.
“Are you serious?” Ian questioned her shocked.
“Yeah, I don’t play around when it comes to STDs and stuff that can stay around forever,” Emmy told him her voice completely serious.
“Seriously, Emmy?” Ian asked her his voice still filled with shock.
“Seriously Ian, I know nothing about the girl you were with on Saturday, and I’m not going anywhere near you unless you get tested,” Emmy told him as she pulled her hoodie down more attempting to cover her freezing legs.
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Not Every Story is a Fairy Tale
Teen FictionFriends with benefits. Three simple words that changed Emmy Whitehead's entire senior year. Friends with benefits seems simple, right. Except for when you have to hide the relationship from everyone: your friends, classmates, and family. What happen...
