Bullied

I'm Not Very Good At Dancing(Part 2)

Emily's POV

*knock knock*

I heard my door make noises. I travel up from my sitting position that I mastered for the last 10 minutes. I opened the door to reveal a Luke Hemmings, whose eyes traveled up and down my body. I tried not to blush but I couldn’t hold it in. I put my head down to hide it from him. But that didn’t work, because he tilted my head up to his.

“Wow!” Luke breathed out.

“Um...Thank you?” That was more of a question that a statement. Because I didn’t know if he was joking around or if he was serious.

Luke cleared his throat before he said anything, “You look amazingly stunning!” He smiled, which made me blush even more/worse than I already was.

“You don’t look to bad yourself, Mr. Hemmings.” I say, taking my turn looking him up and down. “I’m going to go grab my cardigan.”

Luke’s POV

“I’m going to grab my cardigan.” Emily said, I nodded. She smiled, I watched her leave but something caught my eyes, a red color. I looked down at her arm. To my surprise I saw red swollen lines on her skin.

It was finally clicking in my mind now. Her getting bullied was one thing. Whenever she came to school she had on a sweatshirt that was way too big for her. We are in Wisconsin though, which is really cold. But anyway, Emily being bullied and wearing those big sweatshirts are big clues that she might be cutting herself. Yeah, my school had a class where we learned all this stuff, so I know a lot about this. But, why didn’t I put this all together? I’m so stupid! I feel like shit right now. But I’m not going to bring it up tonight, because it might be too personal and it will be a risk that I really don’t want to take.

I saw Emily come down the hallway with her black cardigan on.

“So, Luke are you ready to go?” She asks with a smile plastered on her face.

“WAIT!” I jumped at the loud of noise that didn’t escape from either one of our mouths. Emily laughed. “I need a picture of you guys!” Emily smacked her head with her hand. “Oh, it will only take a minute, Ms. Pouty Face.” Her mom said, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Emily gave me a stern look. I put my hands up to surrender, she gave into a smile.

“Alright, you two stand over there.”

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We were done with the pictures. Emily’s Mom drove us to the school.

“Bye, Ms. Dally! I say while getting out of the car. “Thank you for the ride.” I shut the car door.  

“Bye and thanks mom!” Emily says as she emerges from the other side of the car. He mom beeps at us, Emily just rolls her eyes. Her mom drives off. “Sorry about my mom. She can be kind of...well weird sometimes.”

“Oh, well then you haven’t met my mom.” She laughed at my dumb joke. Oh, god that laugh is like nothing I’ve ever heard before. “It’s fine, but I hope that I will get to see her more often.” Emily just shakes her head with a smile.

We walk into the building. Everyone turns to see who intruded. I could tell Emily was very uncomfortable, because she put her head down. “Hey, hey, hey,” I whispered in her ear, “you don’t need to be shy, you don’t have to impress anyone. Just look at me.” She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. She just stared at me for about a minute, then she mouthed the words, ‘Thank You.’  I mouthed the words, ‘You’re welcome.’

We walked towards the gym, where the dance will be held. We got to the gym. The room had streamers of all different colors taped to the ceilings. They didn’t really go all out like some High Schools do. But at least they had some music playing.