Found it! [ girlxgirl ]

|THREE|

I spent my Saturday with a tremendous hangover. I wasted a whole day watching movies, sleeping and eating. Well, when I put it that way it doesn't seem that bad, but the headache was terrible. Sunday wasn't much different. Actually, it was the same minus the headache. No shame here!

The first four days of the week passed slowly and uneventfully. I went to classes, had lunch with Sarah and Richard (as usual), watched tv shows at night, and dwelled on social media for far too long. Today it's Thursday and I'm in the library with Sarah and Richard, doing individual assignments...together. We're sitting in a corner at the end of the room, with our laptops and a couple books occupying a table for six people.

-"I'm done for today" I look above my screen to Sarah who's texting and smiling. "Sarah, did Greg already finish his assignment?"

-"What- how am I supposed to kn..." she rolls her eyes and after a second or two she finishes her answer, "Yes, he did. Don't even start Ems."

Obviously, I do not obey and once again I start the 'Greg talk'. After a while, Sarah is annoyed and starts to turn the conversation against me. Richard is still working but that doesn't stop him from intervening once in a while.

-"She's right, Ems. You're always prying on our love lives...", Richard says, looking towards Sarah but she avoids his gaze, "But we don't get to do that to you!" Now they both stare at me and I feel trapped.

-"Yeah! This whole week you mentioned that blonde girl from the diner at least three times. Probably more if I was paying attention all the time." I interrupted her with an offended 'hey!' and I pout, "But when we tease about it, you change the subject, ignore us, or you walk away. That's not fair."

-"It's not my fault I'm way better at avoiding a subject than you are, Sarah". I say, laughing a little, but still feeling trapped.

-"Let's make a deal" Richard closes his laptop and looks at the both of us with a mischievous smile. "You can't speak about Greg or Kaylah until you have something for us. Either that girl or any other person!"

-"Oh please, it's not like I have a crush on her. Unlike like you guys. I only mentioned her because it felt nice to...win...that situation." I try to keep a serious face. I want to convince them, and myself, that that's the only reason I keep replaying the encounter in my head.

-"We should have dinner there tomorrow, maybe she's a regular." Sarah and Richard keep talking to each other leaving me out of the conversation. They set up that dinner and they agree that they can talk with each other about Kaylah and Greg, but not with me.

I don't add much more to the conversation that was prolonged until we left the library and headed home in different ways. Not because I didn't have anything to say. I had lots of things to say to them, but they just wouldn't listen to me. They cut me off every time I started to speak.

As I'm walking home, I get lost in my own thoughts. They have a point Emma. You always do this. You avoid any relationship, but you are the first to have something to say about someone else's.

I reach home and I sit on my couch looking at the black tv screen. I've found myself in this situation before. Well, not entirely like this. I'm going to be honest here, until now, I always identified myself as straight. And I say until now because I'm reconsidering that, since I haven't been able to stop replaying that scene in my head and I always end up with a smile on my face. That has to mean something, right? The last time it happened, I ended up in a relationship for a year and a half. Therefore, I'm going to be an adult and face the situation. I can't just ignore it. That doesn't mean I'll explore it either. I'm still figuring out what's happening and what are my options. I'll just let it happen...whatever it's supposed to happen. That's not very adult of me, but oh well...

The ex-boyfriend name is Matteo, but the relevant part about our relationship is that, before I finally gave into my feelings, I avoided him and any conversation around him at all costs. I don't like to let my guard down, I don't like to admit this kind of feelings, and most of all I hate the attention people give to dating. Why can't they just let it happen, right? Well, wrong. Apparently, that's what I always do. I never let it happen. I have to make comments about how Greg is staring at Sarah in classes, or I have to point out all the times Kaylah stutters when she speaks to Richard. But I hate it when they mock me and say that I was 'hit by the cupid's arrow' when the blonde girl smiled at me. I'm a hypocrite, that's what I am. You've been warned.

I cross my legs and pull my laptop out of the bag. I try to distract myself by reading some emails, but there isn't much to read. I open twitter and scroll down to see Sarah's tweet about us 'facing our academic responsibilities in the library'. I notice Greg's comment saying that she should put her phone down or she might miss her responsibilities. Ah! No, Emma. You're not gonna pry. Move on. I order myself to close Twitter and open Facebook instead. I have a couple notifications to check, and three new friend requests. Every day there is someone new sending me a friend request, either because we crossed paths in the university or in any public establishment or because they stumbled across my Facebook somehow. Most of them are students, and I only accept those I recognize.

Okay, Mr. David Ross, I remember you. You asked me to help you find a classroom yesterday. Poor you, though. You choose the queen of the lost people to help you out.

I accept his friend request. He seemed nice, and I like having friends on Facebook that attend the same university and the same places. They often share interesting things, and if they don't...there's always the delete friend button. I deny the second request since it doesn't even have a profile picture or any content on its page to see. Onto the third request.

Next, we have Miss Avery Lawson. Probably a law student.

I facepalm myself over my stupid joke and I open her profile. My jaw drops and my eyes widen as far as they can as soon as I recognize the girl in the photo. It's her. It's the girl I tackled in the diner and that's the smile I've been thinking way too often for my liking.

I take a second to put my thoughts together-ish. I don't have to look at anything else in her profile page to help me decide whether or not I accept her friend request. I click 'accept' and a wide smile creeps on my face, followed by a slight blush.

Oh, Emma...