The Ides Of March

Obstinate

Chapter 12 : Obstinate

“Okay, I really should get home now.” Esmeralda told her friend, Drew, closing up the book she was reading. She had let him talk her out of her last two attempts to go, but she had to leave now. In a half an hour Logan would be coming to pick her up, and she really didn't want to put up with an angry Logan when he realized she was with Drew, when he goes to her house and she's not there.

“Okay. Lets go.” He said closing out of their project and shutting down his laptop.

Fifteen minutes later, Esmeralda was in her room, actually wondering what to wear for the first time. Cara had said to dress nice and sophisticated, since she was meeting the former Alpha's of New York State. Which she had also said, wouldn't be hard to do with Esmeralda's wardrobe.

“Want some help sweetie?” Emily asked, appearing in the doorway.

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks. Cara said like a blouse or something.”

“Sophisticated?” She nodded and watched as her mother walked over to the closet. She took a shirt out of the closet before going over to the dresser and taking out a pair of jeans. “Try these, sweetie.” She said, placing the white blouse and pair of jeans on her bed.

“Thanks mom.” After she left, Esmeralda slipped on the clothes, her 'E' necklace, and then went to the bathroom connected to her room to brush her hair and teeth.

When she was finished she looked over at the other door connected to the bathroom. Her room.

Esmeralda stared at the door, before slowly making her way inside the room. It wasn't exactly the way her sister had left it, the posters and pictures were took down from the walls, and some of her clothes were given to the poor, but other than those factors, it was the same.

Esmeralda didn't really know what possessed her to come in. The last time she was in here she had a panic attack. That was four years ago. Her last one, before she started again last year. As Esmeralda stared around the room, she hadn't been in for at least four years, she felt reassurance, assertiveness, and some confidence wash over her.

Almost as if her sister was standing behind her, yelling at her to be assertive and confident.

Confidence; something she lost when she her sister left.

Esmeralda always needed her sister there to reassure her and build her confidence that was slowly dwindling because of bullies.

She looked up and stared into the the mirror over the dresser, she gazed into my emerald green eyes for what seemed like hours, almost as if she would find some sort of answer from it.

But she knew better.

“Esmeralda!” The girl, Sarah, whom she met the last time she was at Logan's house, came bouncing over, as Esmeralda and Logan walked into the house. “I'm Sarah.” She smiled, coming to a stop in front of her. “Remember me?”

Esmeralda smiled shyly. “Yeah, I remember.”

“This is her?” A voice asked from behind the three. Esmeralda jumped, holding in a squeal, and turned around, banging into Logan's chest, as she did so. His hands came out to steady her, and he smirked before turning around to face the two boys who came up behind them. “She is pretty. No wonder Logan kept you to himself all this time.”

Logan growled a low warning at them. The boys both smirked, holding up their hands in surrender, before walking up to us.

“Hey, I'm Josh.” The younger of the two said, shaking Esmeralda's hand.