MINE

Hello. Traitor

Emily's POV:

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I looked around. Everything was blurry and weird, but I was laying down. "This pillow is so warm" I mumbled to myself snuggling into the warm comfortable pillow deeper. I heard a deep chuckle. I assumed it was Sebastard. "Shut up Sebastian!" I grumbled, gritting my teeth. Next came a powerful growl. Oook, this, is not Sebastian. I quickly shot up from the pillow, looking around. To find him. Blake

Blake. My ex best friend. Blake. My childhood crush. Blake. Traitor. Blake. The guy I hate. Blake and his deep dark eyes which stare into yours, Blake with his tan skin and messy dark hair, Blake and his annoying smile, Blake and his hypnotising smile.

He was looking at me with those deep angry eyes that penetrated my soul.
"Who. Is. Sebastian." He asked, fuming
"Why do you care" I asked, my face stone cold, emotionless, my eyes dead. This is a bad sign. This means I am really upset or angry.

His face softened before turning hard again.
"Just tell me!" He screamed in my face.
But I stayed emotionless. My face straight, as I looked him in the eye, I suddenly remembered all the pain he caused me and my eyes watered at the horrible memory. He then realised that he shouted and leaned towards me his hands open as if to hug me.
"Get away from me" I said, my voice hard and cold.
"I'm sorry for shouting at you ma- Emily. please forgive me." He whispered his voice trembling, and breaking at the end. His eyes turned black as he whimpered slightly. Holy macaroni, this guy is nuts. How can you be so bipopular? I looked around. I was in a car, and the soft pillow was actually Blake's lap.
"Stop the car." I said my voice laced with anger.
"But-"
"STOP THE CAR!" I screamed with so much power that the driver quickly stopped and ran out of the car. Yup, I can be really scary at some times. Especially at my time of month.

I spends the car door and got out slamming it behind me.
"Emily!" Blake shouted behind me, running towards me and grabbed my hand. "Why do you hate me so much? You hardly know me!"
" Oh I know you. I know that you torture people for fun and entertainment, that you started dating the school slut when you were eleven, and that you usually get bad grades, even when you were four. And I know more but we are in a public place so I won't release them"
With that I slapped his hand away, turned around and walked away, not before shouting: "Oh, by the way, Sebastian is the school Jackass, Just like you."

Wow, they just met and there are already conflicts. It's getting more emotional by the second! Please let me know if you think I should keep writing