As soon as I walk in the front door to my house, I collapse on the couch and shut my eyes. My brain is tired and I'm so mentally exhausted. Nonstop have I been thinking about what Liam said to me. What did he mean by I will find out soon? What would I find out? All these questions led to millions of others, just making me even more mentally drained.
Once I find the strength to lift myself from the couch, I head to the kitchen to grab a snack. I pass by the calendar, remembering today is Tuesday. Ugh, I have dance tonight. I love dance class but I am so tired. Tonight's class is going to suck.
I text Vianne a quick message reminding her I will pick her up in fifteen minutes. I grab an energy bar and a water bottle and jog upstairs to get changed. I quickly dress into a pair of booty shorts and sweats to go over and a tank top. I pull my light brown hair into a high pony tail, grab my dance bag and head out the door. I shut the door behind me and lock it and turn on my heel to head to my car.
A black car driving by slower than it should grabs my attention as I whip my head to observe it. The windows are tinted and right as I am about to check who is driving the car, they speed away.
Freaked out, I jog to my car and quickly get in. I don't know why but I have a weird feeling about that car.
I quickly arrive to Vianne's house and she hops in the car, saying a quick 'hello' as we drive to the studio.
"So what did those five pricks say to you?" she says with hatred in her voice. Can't say I blame her.
I think back to the event in the hallway. How Louis slammed me into the wall and threatened me. It was probably an empty threat like always but this time it was...different.
"Nothing really. Just being jerks." I lied. I didn't want to worry her because knowing her she would flip out. Then I remembered how she just ditched me out in the hallway.
"So where did you run off to right before they shoved me against a wall?" I say with a clipped voice
"They pushed you? Are you hurt?" See, she always flips out.
"I asked you a question."
"As did I." Damn.
"Yes, I am fine. Now answer my question."
"Well... Zayn pulled me to class but it was weird... when we were walking he told me to-" she cuts herself off.
I turn my head forcefully to her, seeing her dark brown eyes looking down. I ask, "What did he say to you?"
"He told me to...stay out of their way. I don't know what it could mean but I'm sure it's nothing."
A shiver runs through my legs and I immediately get anxious. What if they really are planning to do something to me?
"Wait... what?" I barely get the words out.
"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Relax Emma."
I drive the rest of the way with stuff arms on the wheel and eyes wide open.
We pull into the studios parking lot and rush out of the car to get inside. As I am walking in, I notice a familiar black car. Much like the one I saw earlier. I brush it off thinking that many people own that car. It's probably one of the parents' dropping their kid off.
We walk into the class placing our bags down and start listening to the instructor. I watch intently and follow her steps as she does.
Before I know it, class is over and I make my way to my bag. As soon as I grab my phone out of it, I hear the buzzing notifying me I got a text. I look on my phone seeing an unknown number with a message saying;
"I never knew how good of a dancer you are... I may just come watch more often -H"
Just as I finish reading the message with my jaw dropped, I see the same black car speed away.
