Watcher (KSImon)

Fifteen

Em grabbed my hand as she danced through campus. I clumsily followed, not knowing where we were going. It was extremely dark out.

"Em? Why- what-" I stuttered out.

"God, I forgot how much of an idiot you are sometimes. Do you know any place extremely quiet?"

"Well... It's a Saturday night.... With a whole lot of legal aged teens..... In a University..."

"So probably not," she started to storm straight out of campus, "follow me then."

Confusedly, I staggered after her. She took us through a group of bushes until we reached the highway. Em breathed raggedly, and plopped down on the side of the road.

"Em... Are you drunk?"

"Probably. That's why I'm not driving," the fogginess in her voice became more acute.

"Oh God, how did you find my dorm?"

She rolled her eyes at me and slurred, "Nathan, obviously. What a jerk."

"No kidding. Come on, Em. I'll take you home."

"There's no need..." She yawned, starting to stand up wistfully, "I can walk.."

"First. Where do you live?"

"London," Em started tumbling into the street.

"No. I'm taking you. The car is back at the dorm, can you even walk that far?"

"Heh, probably not," she giggled.

I sighed and picked her up. She was definitely heavy for her size, extremely muscular. I assumed she still played football, maybe in Uni, if she ever went. I doubted it, looking at how wasted she was.

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I shoved her in the seat of the car and buckled her belt. She breathed on me, wafting the scent of eggs and beer into my nose. As I got into the drivers seat, Em groaned me her address.

"Let's play a game of Tort," she grinned.

"Of what?" I scoffed.

"Truth or truth. Duh. I play it with Harry all the time...."

Harry. Bully Harry. Wroetoshaw Harry.

"Ok," I breathed, "I chose truth."

"Favorite color."

"Red. And you?"

"Dark blue. Like the night sky," she said dreamily, "ok. Football team?"

"Leeds. Never changed, never will."

"Dang it. I just hoped.... Ok. One weird fact about yourself."

"I have a YouTube channel."

Em gasped, "oh my gosh, really?"

I nodded, and she looked pleased, "Can I ask a question now?"

"No. Next question. Do you have a girlfriend."

My face went slightly pale. My mother still was the only one who know I was gay, and I wanted to keep it that way, "no. I'm a lady repellent."

"Simon Minter! Don't say that! You'll find the right girl one day."

"Or guy," I whisper.

"What?" She asked, hearing me mumble to myself.

"Oh! Nothing. Keep going."

She kept plowing on through her questions, "do you like University?"

I pondered for a minute, "no."

"Why not?"

"I hate what I'm studying, everyone thinks I'm a huge jerk, I have no friends whatsoever, I don't have fun...." I come to a realization.

"Then why do you go?"

"Because.... Parent pressure."

"Oh. What about YouTube? Couldn't you make that into an actual job?"

"Nah. I have a thousand subscribers."

"You could jump to 500,000 in a month! Then 1 million! Just think about it! A handsome, footballer like you ought to get a whole lot of views."

I shrugged, but in my head, I let the thought prosper.

"Oh! We're here!" Em pointed to a tall building, "that was quick." She started to get out of the car before I parked.

"Whoa. No," I pulled her back in, parking. Then we got out, "I'm taking you up. Who knows what would happen if I let you off right here."

Em nodded solemnly, saluting me. We went inside, and I pressed her floor in the lift.

As we got out, she stared to jog down the hallway. I rushed after her as she banged on the door. Didn't she have a key? Did she have a roommate?

"Oi! Em! Why are you here-" the boy at the door saw me, shock faced.

I couldn't believe my luck tonight.

"Ethan..."