The Best Thing For Me

Chapter Thirteen

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Emma Ross ------------------------>>>>>

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I cheered loudly, fist pumping. I had scored, yet again, another strike in Wii Bowling. Boo-yah, I was on a definite roll tonight.  

"Okay, that's it," Luke deadpanned, standing to his full height. He turned on his heal and began to storm out of the room. "I'm out."  

"Just can't handle losing, hey?" I switched the T.V and Wii off, trailing behind him, hovering over his shoulder.

"Whatever."  

"You know it's true." I smirked.

"Mhm. Bye now."  

He disappeared into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. What a party pooper. Jason had texted me. Twice. I haven't replied. I have nothing to say to him. Whatever, I wasn't going to dwell on thoughts about him.  

I waltzed into the kitchen, stealing a pretzel from Dad's hands as he had raised it, about to consume it.

"Hey!" he protested, swiping for it, but his hands enclosing on air.

I was just too quick for him.

"What?" I asked innocently, shoveling it in my mouth.  

He shook his head, ruffling my hair. "You rascal."  

I slapped his hand away, scowling. A song blared from my room and it took me a few moments to realise it was my phone. I sprinted in there, performing an army roll across my bed. I pressed it against my ear.  

"Helloooo child......" I said in a super creepy voice, sound like an old man. (Expecting it to be Mel). 

"Er- Emma? Hi, it's Jason." 

I sat up abruptly, feeling like ab absolute idiot. Why did I always do this?

"Oh. It's you."  

"You're mad."  

"Really?" I asked, bluntly. "I didn't realise."  

He sighed. "Really?"  

"Yep."  

"What's wrong?"  

"You."  

"What did I do?" He asked, confused.  

"Don't worry, it's not important. See ya."

I hung up.

I hadn't realised my hands had begun shaking slightly. I exhaled, running my fingers through my hair.

Why did my body go into super strange mode whenever I spoke to him?

It's like all my awkwardness bubbled to the service, making my body shake and my words come out in weird ways. My phone rang again. Sighing, I answered. I didn't say anything this time, just waiting for him to start.

"I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."  

"Look," I began, pinching the skin in between my eyes with my thumb and pointer finger. "It's cool. Whatever this is, if it is anything, is over. Finished."