LOST CHANCES

III

Chapter 3
Emma

DAD.

Oh no. Not good, definitely NOT good.

I pulled away from the kiss to find Jax grinning as wide as ever. His hands remained on my hips and my arms were still looped around his neck. However, as soon as he noticed my anxiousness, he switches to a concerned expression.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asks.

I jerk my head towards the ajar door. Obviously, we forgot to lock it within our study period. Whoops. He takes a brief look and gulps, nervously carrying me out of his lap.

I head out to the living room, palms sweating more and more as time was ticking. I already knew I was going into tr--

"Hey! You're Emma, right?"

I turn my head to find a boy with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline, in an IH uniform, nearly as tall as Jax. In all honesty, he was good looking -- I'll give him that. But it didn't explain the fact that he got into the house so quick, knew my identity, and... have my phone?

He hands me my phone and shoots my a smile. "My cousin Mia told me to hand this to you. She was in a rush to help a school staff member to the hospital."

"But how did you get in?" I ask.

"I was gonna knock but I accidentally blew your door open. I'm sorry about that," he says meekly. "At least you can just cast a spell to fix it right back! Kanays can't do that in the other hand."

Mia's cousin and a kanay. That actually makes sense. And wow, I was too worried that I didn't see that the door was knocked down.

"It's fine... and thanks. Just try not to do that again." I laugh slightly. "What was your name?"

"Scott. Scott Nicholas."

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Scott

It's funny how I moved to Miami to live a new life and yet I still feel like I'm living the old one. You know, as the third wheel, assistant, or even the sidekick. Answering to the favors of others and end up witnessing something I didn't expect to see.

In this situation, helping Mia hand Emma's phone out and instead, finds her making out with her boyfriend. Reminded me of when I rushed to my dorm after a regular day at school and found my (ex)girlfriend Corinna making out with my (ex)best friend on my bed.

Talk about disrespectful.

Bottomline, nobody knows where I came from. Nobody knows what I've been through or where I came from. Matter of fact, nobody knows who I really am nor do ther give a shit about me.

Nobody knows the purpose of my coming.

Nobody knows what's about to happen.

It's not like I just came back from being a nonexistent man to live a new life. Funny.