Last night was the worst night of my life.
Then I went over to Emerson's and it became the best night of my life.
My mother had forced me to write up my resume, before I could even have dinner or go up to my room. She told me that today, I'm supposed to go around town and look for jobs.
I'm thinking, SportCheck or the grocery store.
But now as I print out my resumes, I can't stop thinking about the kiss.
And the hug that she gave Hunter just a few minutes ago before they left for their "date."
"So what's up with Em and Hunter ?" Xavier asks pushing my door open. I step back surprised by his sudden presence but relax when he collapses on my bed with a stack of papers.
"What the fuck are you doing here ?" I ask him, grabbing my resumes from my printer.
"I asked my question first." He says sitting up. I stare at him. Today his hair is blown around his head. It must be windy out.
His green t-shirt darkens his hair and his khaki shorts darken his skin.
"Fine. She told me they were gonna hang out today." I roll my eyes and stuff the papers in my backpack.
"Interesting. So now answer me this." He stands up and places his finger on his chin.
"It's so incredibly obvious that you have a thing for Emerson and it's partially obvious that she has a thing for you. So why is it, that Hunter got her and not you ?" He raises his eyebrows and I suppress an urge to punch him in the face.
I close my eyes and suddenly, the dark kitchen comes back to mind,
The heat between our bodies, the way our lips gripped to each other, the way my fingernails dug into her sides wanting all of her.
I open my eyes again and find Xavier to have a confused look on his face.
Should I tell him about the kiss ? Cause if I do, he'll let the whole 'Hunter got her' thing alone. But then wouldn't that just be using Emerson ?
"Well, Xavier. Let me ask you this in return." I pause and walk closer to him. So close that he can feel my breath on his nose.
"Why is it that, when I went over to her house last night, I kissed her and she let me. She let me kiss her for so long that she almost snuck her hands down my pants. Why is that ?" I can see his eyes growing wide.
His lips twitch into a smile and he backs off, raising his hands in self defense.
"Okay. Okay. You got her... But if she was so into you why is she with Hunter right now ?" At that I step back towards him and his hands flinch, covering his face.
"Fuck off Xavier. Why are you even here ?" I ask turning away and throwing my backpack on my back.
"Well fine. But I was here to hand out resumes with you. Cause if my best friend needs to get a job so will I." He grabs his papers and walks out of my room.
"But I guess if you want me to fuck off I don't have to get a job." He yells from the bottom of the stairs.
I burst through my door and leap down the stairs. I place my hands on his shoulders and spin him around. He shoots me a small cocky smile.
"SportCheck and the grocery store. That's where were going."
Our town is so small, that we can walk the entire thing in half an hour.
That's exactly what we did after we applied at SportCheck and the grocery store.
And on that walk, we saw Hunter and Emerson sitting at a table at the burger joint, holding hands.
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