One Wrong Move

Chapter One

"Hello? Earth to Emily." Meagan, one of my best friends, was waving her hand in front of my face snapping me out of my set trance. She had been going on, and complaining about her break up with her boyfriend, one of the football jocks, Nathan Sykes. This is, like, the fifth time this month they have broken up might I add.

"Huh?" I said as I had, not so smoothly, tried to play off that I'd been listening the entire time. I've grown quite accustom to the rants and the complaining, so I've learned how to just tune Megan out. I know it sounds rude, me being her best friend and all, but it gets old. "What was it you were saying? I kind of tuned out when you said "Nathan""

"I was telling what an ass Nathan had been Saturday night, and how he broke my heart... It was so terrible..." It looked like she was about to cry.

"Meg, I mean this in the nicest way possible," I was trying to find a way to put it that wouldn't make release the tears that rimmed her eyes. "But Nathan is a total douche. You can do so much better."

"Em, I love Nathan. I mean sure we've had our ups and downs-"

"Mostly downs." I interrupted.

"-but, he loves me just as much as I do him, and couples have downfalls. It's the strong couples who make it through the tough times."

"Whatever you say Megan. But don't say I never warned you." I took another bite of my awful shrilled chicken salad that the school so kindly provided for me.

"Well anyways, did you hear about-"

"Hellooo ladies," an all too familiar voice, one that I despise more than this cafeteria food, spoke from behind me.

"Don't look now, but there's an ass standing behind you." Megan said, adding a scoff and an eye roll.

"Hey now," he said while taking the seat next to me, "there is no need for name calling."

Let me fill you in on something. The "ass" that is sitting next to me happens to be my asshole of an ex-boyfriend. Jackson Scott. I ignore him constantly, but this idiot can't take a fucking hint.

"No need?" I scoffed at his stupidity. "Need I remind you the trail of events that happened just a couple of months ago?"

"Babe-"

"Do not, call me babe. You lost that privilege a long time ago." I snapped.

"Emily, it was two months ago." He went on to plead, "the past is the past. What's that one saying? Hakunu Matutu-"

"Hakuna Matata," Megan cut in, "it's Hakuna Matata."

"Yeah, yeah," he shrugged off, "same difference."

"Leave the past behind?" By this time I was pissed. "You cheated on me. I caught you sleeping with Britney Holland. In MY house, at MY f*cking party! How am I supposed to just leave that in the past or let go?" By this time I was on my feet, Jackson following suit.

"Emily, it was a mistake." He pleaded, grabbing my hands, "I love you. Always have, always will."

"You have one hell of way of showing it!" I yanked my hands away from him, "don't touch me!" I snapped. I then looked up into his deep blue eyes, "oh, and by the way, the feeling is most definitely, not mutual." With that I stormed out of the cafeteria, not caring about the odd looks I had received on my way out, or the fact we still had like fifteen minutes until the bell rang for class.

"Emily!" I heard Megan holler, but I ignored her as I made my way out the cafeteria doors into the vacant hallways. Tears were brimming my eyes and they burned. I let them fall knowing no one was around. I pulled out my phone scrolling thru my contacts trying to find my brother, Blake's, number. He always knows how to calm me down. My eyes were blurred to where I could barely tell what I was typing, I probably should've been paying attention to what was ahead of me, but I wasn't. I continued the message to Blake, when BOOM. I fell to the floor, papers and my binder scattered across the hallway floor.