Faking It (Emison)

Chapter 22

Emily POV

I walk into the school and bump into a girl. "Hey there sexy," I smirk at the girl and she narrows her eyes at me, then scoffs, "wow. You're that girl Emily, aren't you?"

I frown, raising an eyebrow, "do I know you?"

"Not yet but...you will. I was that girl that was under Alison? Last night? Or were you too much on a different planet to remember that druggy pants?"

I cock my head to the side, staring at the brunette glaring with a devious smirk at me. "I remember." I nod and look down at her chest, "those real?" I smirk and she frowns, "no but either way it shouldn't matter to you. You're not going to get to touch them."

"Why not? You play for my team-" "am I a lesbian? Yes. Am I into low-life drug addicted teenagers that look like Justin freaking Bieber, Taylor sexy abs Lautner and Avril Lavigne's baby." 

I shrug, letting her comments pass by me and I press my body up against hers as I slam her back against a set of lockers and she gasps, staring at me in shock. "What are you-" I cut her off by kissing her right on the lips and she doesn't respond.

She shoves me off and glares at me with eyes that look murderous, "I have a girlfrie-"

"Santana?"

I turn around and there's a sad looking blonde girl that I remember as I guess Santana's girlfriend.

"Brittany." Santana stares at her and then looks at me, panicking almost, "no Brittany this isn't...it's not what it looks like please-" Brittany looks down and mutters, "I thought you loved me."

"Try again blondie."

The girl looks up at me and almost whimpers, "why would you do this?"

"I didn't-"

"What are you stupid? She did it because she doesn't love you anymore idiot."

The girl's eyes tear up and runs away, "Britt wait!"

She goes to chase her but she stops, turning to me, her eyes dark and angry. "Wanna get a room?" I smirk and lean back against the lockers but she lifts her arm, slapping me right across the face and everyone stares at us in shock and I widen my eyes, holding my throbbing cheek.

"Don't you ever call my girl stupid or an idiot understand? I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent you see and we don't fuck around. Make fun of my girlfriend again and it'll be the end of you."

"You were into it-" "NO! I wasn't. I love Brittany. More than life itself and you made her upset. I made her upset...that's the thing about love Emily. You love the person more than anything and all you want is to see them smile and be happy. That stoner girl you've been seeing? She's a piece of shit. She doesn't give a damn about you. She got you hooked on drugs, congratulations.   Have fun."

She goes to walk away but stops, turning to me, "it's really sad, you know."

"What is?" I ask, trying to act cool but it's most definitely not working.

"That you're so blinded by this irrelevant piece of trash girlfriend that you can't see the person who actually loves you."

I frown and go to ask her what she means but she walks away.

I turn around, sighing and stop when I see Alison talking to a new kid with Charlotte. She smiles and looks at me, our eyes catching each other's gaze. I feel my heart flutter in my chest and she smiles softly before looking down at the ground and walking inside with the other 2, walking past me and I smile gently at her as she passes by.