The Rebel in Distress

Chapter 1

Emma

The final bell rang, and it sounded like music to my ears. Everyone stood up and gathered their belongings simultaneously exiting the room without even waiting for Mrs. Gibson(our History teacher) to give the signal to leave. I made sure I blended in with the queue of students collecting at the door so I could avoid any remarks from Mrs. Gibson about my grades. I'm seriously not in the right state for her rants.

As I stepped out into the buzzing hall, I pushed my way through the crowd of busting teenagers to make it to the glass doors. I cursed the motherhobbers who didn't make way and tried my best to ignore the uproaring laughter of the obnoxious football players. For me, it's just another typical Friday. I held my shoulder bag's strap tighter as I got through the heavy glass double-doors of the school. The early autumn breeze brushed against my face and ran its fingers through my long, dark locks as soon as I stepped out. The chatters of the freshman girls floated around the school's front courtyard where the guys threw Frisbee.

I held my hand across my forehead to shade my eyes from the bright afternoon sunlight and started my way down the concrete steps. I walked across the street and hopped on the sidewalk near the parking lot where I left my motorcycle. I passed by a row of cars before I reached my motorcycle which is unfortunately near a group of boys and the girl that I never really liked. She caught my eyes and smirked. My eyes scanned the boys she's around with. They were the guys from the school's swim team. No doubt she's at it again.

"Aw, lookie here. It's the school's pathetic emo." She spat with her lips that are covered with too much lip gloss. The boys just stared blankly at me. Stacey.

I scowled at her outfit. Everything was too revealing, no surprise about that. She wore a minuscule denim skirt and a baby pink body-hugging tank that had the word 'hot' printed in red glitter in front. Her dirty blond hair was straightened and she wore more make-up than the usual. When my eyes met hers again I finally saw aggravation. No doubt I touched a nerve.

"Jealous, are we now, Emma?" She magnified the disgust in her tone when she said my name.

I scoffed and looked smugly when I said,"How many layers of lip gloss did you have to put on so you could cover up the history of all the blow jobs you did?"

 A few guys chuckled lowly but quickly covered it up by coughing. I thought I saw steam come out of her ears.

"You--You--"

"Step aside from my bike, Stacey." I said, faking a sweet smile.

"This is so not over!" She growled but stepped aside anyway.

I rolled my eyes as I swung my leg over the black leather seat of the Black Pearl(yes I named my motorcycle after a ship from Pirates of the Caribbean since it was all black and I thought Black Pearl was pretty cool) and wore my matching black helmet over my head. I put my black Ray Bans on and kicked the side stand behind with my ankle. The moment I kick started the vehicle I drove off, making sure I left dust to envelope the slut behind me.

I got home to find the house deserted. Dad's probably still working his ass off in that automotive shop of his. I groaned tiredly as I walked into the kitchen to pick up a drink from the fridge. After I've got what I needed I shut the fridge door closed then headed upstairs for my room.

When I got into my room I recalled the events of the day. The ugly face of the past flashed back in my mind when I recalled my encounter with Stacey half an hour ago. The sounds bustled in my mind, so I shook my head to get it out my head. The memory of the painful stabs of judgment pried the healing scars open once again. The scenes were about to flood my mind when I suddenly heard the loud sound of the door closing from downstairs. Dad.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed then walked out of the room to the stairs. I stopped by the banisters to observe my dad take out his purchases from the paper bag of groceries. Soon he noticed me watching and smiled.

"You're early." I said, returning his warm smile.

"Well, I was afraid that you might get yourself in trouble while finding something to eat around here." He joked.

I rolled my eyes playfully at him then started down the stairs. "Great. The fridge's almost bare."

He chuckled, then his cell phone suddenly vibrated, indicating someone trying to reach him. I leaned closer on the kitchen counter and read an unknown number. Dad grabbed it nonchalantly and answered the call. His genuinely happy features were replaced by a plain grimace when he began speaking to the person in the other line. Doubt rose up inside me when he distanced himself and started to whisper constantly as he spoke.

His jaw tensed and his thick eyebrows knitted together as if he was contemplating, then few more whispers slipped out from his mouth. I've never seen him this secretive before. I tried to disregard the myriad suspicions that made up scenes in my mind. He probably has a better reason for his demeanor. I started to get the stuff out of the paperbag of groceries to distract myself from Dad's phonecall.

After a few more minutes he ended the call and turned back to my direction.

"So... Who was that?" I asked, trying not to sound so eager.

"Um, just an asset." He said quickly as though he was desperately trying to get off the subject.

"Uhm. Okay." I replied reluctantly, secretly disappointed about the short information.

He smiled and said,"How about ordering pizza for tonight instead? How does that sound to you?"

I gave a small smile then surrendered,"Fine."

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