Chance Meetings?

Chapter 10-Chance Meetings

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Emily’s pov

1 week later...

Tired.

I crashed onto the couch like it was my run way, groaning loudly just because I could. Yawning into the pillow at my face, I feel my phone vibrate. For a moment I just lay there too tired from work, to even lift my arm to reach it.

Eventually I crawl my fingers across to the coffee table, and go into my messages.

Keen to go out? By the way you’re coming no matter what you say, so save the excuses.

I roll my eyes and reply, no.

Em you cow…! You can go guy hunting with me…?

Damn you! Just because you are my gay best friend I’ll drag my ass to a club, even though I’m half dead on a couch.

Good, you have fifteen minutes ;)

I stare at the screen, contemplating whether I should swear at my phone or get ready. Instead I send daggers at him through the phone and drag myself off the couch to go get changed after what seemed like the longest five hours of work in my life. I was pissed tired, but no… nobody thinks of Emily.

I probably shouldn’t think that, since there a plenty of people in my life who actually do.

I smell my arm to see if I needed a shower and grimace. I smelt like fish and chips from the Tyrant’s kitchen. ‘Oh god!’ I yell stamping my foot like a five year old before sprinting to the shower down the hall.

What seemed like super human speed I rub shower gel into my scalp till it foamed, then slapped my favourite body wash over my skin hastily. I step under the stream of hot water once again, rinsing till I felt clean and towelled off.

But now I had to face the daunting task of choosing what to wear…. I groan and flick through all my clothes and all over again.

No… I flick the next item past me. No. No. No. Each time looking at a new skirt, top or pair of pants.

Did I suddenly have nothing suitable to wear to a club?

I put on my underwear, so I wasn’t standing completely naked and assessing my wardrobe with evil eyes. I drew out my favourite pair of red skinny jeans, but couldn’t find a top.

‘If you want you could just go like that?’ I gasp spinning around. ‘The red goes really well with that black bra..’ I glare at Jake. ‘Who let you in, pervert!’ I grab one of my pillows on my bed throwing it at his head. Fortunately for him he ducked just in time. Damn it.

I send him daggers as he smirks at me, Leaning against my bedroom door frame with his arms crossed. ‘You’re just lucky I’m gay…’ is his last words before retreating down the hallway to the living room, where I hear him greet my mother.

I roll my eyes, but can’t help chuckling thinking, sneaky sly.

I pull on my black converses knowing I wouldn’t be dancing, and slip on a loose dressy white tank top.