We Are The Kids Our Parents Warned Us About

We are the kids our parents warned us about (46)

"You're uncharacteristically quiet today." Emma looks at me, while eating an apple.

                    I cock an eyebrow. "And you're uncharacteristically wordy today." She surrenders,"Didn't know I was hitting a soft spot." I chuckle, shaking my head. "Sorry its just- I had this weird dream and it's fucking me up at the moment."

                     She frowns. "What was it about?"

                 I let out a sigh, looking around the room. "James."

                          "Who?"

               I laugh. "Who do you think?"

                She thinks for a second and then her eyes widen. "The James? The James you used to be in love with for years until he broke your heart and completely disappeared, James?!"

                  I slap my forehead, cringing. "Way to make me feel better, Em."

             "Dude sorry but that's messed up. Why the hell are you dreaming about that son of a bitch?!" She exclaims, smacking her lips while eating her apple.

                  "It's not like I'm choosing too! And its more like a nightmare." I run a hand through my hair.

            She bites her lip. "What happened?"

                 I close my eyes, rubbing my temples. "He told me that I don't know my friends, and then I walked away from him, bumped into him again.. And we kissed.

            "AND THAT WAS A NIGHTMARE?!" She raises her hands. "Boi." I roll my eyes. I really hate when people do that.

                      "It's not so much about the kiss, it's what he said that really messing me up. And I don't think he was wrong. 'Listen here sweetheart, you don't know anything about anyone. You walk around like you know your friends. Like you know Dylan. You don't have a single clue about any of them. And you know what's the funny part? It's not even your oblivious minds fault. You just aren't the person someone comes to to pour their hearts out. Deep down, you think you have everyone wrapped around your pretty little finger, but your rings are falling princess.' Its as if my brain is trying to tell me something by making my dream of someone like James, because only he would actually snap me into reality. It hit me so hard I memorized every single word. I just keep on repeating it over and over again." I look up to see her half eaten apple rolling on the table. Did she drop it?

                   "Lexi, look l get where you're coming from, l do. Lately I've been feeling like nobody's been saying anything to me. I think maybe it's just a phase we're all going through. But I feel like this.... Dream, is more than what you think. Are you sure this isn't more about James, I mean, you guys did kiss in your dream. That has to mean something."

                    I shake my head, pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I don't know, okay? And frankly, l don't want to think about it. James is just a bad memory to me."

                   She looks down at her fingers and guilt starts to built up in my stomach. Even Emma feels like we're not telling her something, I need to tell her about Jackson, I'm being such a bad friend by not telling her anything. Yet, I would be a bad friend towards Jackson if I told Emma about what Mariana saw, it would just cause even more stress and will make all of us spit. I just don't understand why he cheated? Is there something going on between them that Mariana and I don't know about? Are we just jumping to conclusions? I can't just sit here, in front of my best friend, complaining that we all are hiding something, when I've been lying to her for two days. Talk about being a hypocrite, it's like I'm becoming everything I hate in a person and it's gross.