Emma's PoV:
I didn't see Hades at all today and I'm kind of scared that he's mad at me. I hope he doesn't think that I've picked Bradley over him again. But I think he doesn't, because when I told him that I'd never pick Bradley over him, he was surprised and his face expression also told me that he felt a little ashamed for thinking that.
"Emma?" I hear Zada ask from next to me and I snap my eyes towards her. It's been a while since only me and Zada hang out, so I'm happy to be at her place, picking out some outfits for BHWF next week. It is only three days and the rest of the week is free.
"Oh that's cute. But it'll be freezing, so let's stick to pullover and jeans maybe." I suggest when I see her showing me hot pants and a yellow blouse. Would've been a beautiful summer outfit, but she didn't wear it at all this year. She nods and goes back to looking through her closet.
That reminds me, I still have to pack my own things. I mean I still have time until tomorrow, so I'll probably wait until then, because I can. Even though it would upset my mother. But what can I say? I'm lazy.
"This?" She asks, making me frown. The pants are fine, but the blouse is weird. It is red and has white flowers on it. Plus the ends of the sleeves are wider than the rest of the sleeves. Ew, no.
"The pants yes, but put that horrible thing away." I joke, pointing at the blouse. She laughs.
"My mom gave me this when I was fourteen. And yes, it still fits." She informs me and I shake my head.Some of my stuff still fits too, but I only wear that to sleep. Because my boobs did grow and when I wear something from almost four years ago, they stretch it out and then my boobs look ginormous. But they are comfy to sleep in, so I kept them.
Zada still hasn't told me about her and Noah. I'm still confused as hell, but kind of happy. Because I never thought of them as a couple before. But ever since Hades and I caught them, I can't stop thinking about how perfect they actually fit together.
I have not known Noah for long, but this past few weeks, I noticed that he doesn't drink as much as other people, because he is not the biggest fan of alcohol, which I respect. And Zada almost never drinks because most of the time, she volunteers to be the driver. Then both of them seem like the parents of our friendship group. They are both reliable and responsible.
"Oh this one is cute." I say when she shows me another outfit. It is cute and she smiles and throws it into her suitcase. Maybe she'll tell me soon. Because I feel somehow betrayed by the fact that my best friend is keeping her relationship from me. But then again, I did keep a few things from her as well.
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When I arrive at home, I'm surprised to see nobody in the house. Mom left me a note on the fridge saying she would come late. Hades was nowhere to be seen either, but I decided against calling him. Who am I anyways? He can do whatever he wants in his free time.
I sit down at the couch in the living room, when I receive a message. I smile at the text from Bradley. He sent me Jack's number just now and maybe I should call him. Good thing I'm alone, so I can talk with him about everything.
Most of the times when I told Bradley about what happened and what bothered me, he was there and gave me some good advises. I always felt as if those two were so easy to talk to and wouldn't judge you for anything.
I save Jack's number and click on face time. He actually picks up at the second ring and after I saw black and heard a few rustling noises, his face is on full view on my display.
"Heyyyy." He yells in excitement and I laugh, waving at him."What's up, Jackey?" I ask him and he rolls his eyes at my nickname, but goes with it.
"Nothing much, but shouldn't I ask that?" He says and I frown.
"What do you mean?" I ask, instantly regretting it when he sings the lyrics to Justin Bieber's song.
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Hades
Teen Fiction~"You don't know me." I snap. "Sure, I don't. We've only spent more than half of our lives together. But I don't know you. Like at all, I don't." He says sarcastically, making me stand up from my chair and stand in front of him with crossed arms. He...