Good Girl Secrets

Chapter 15 - Monster

T H E O    C A L V E I N 

When I saw Emmy walk into school, I immediately walked over to her. When she saw me, she looked away and walked the other way.

I tried following her, but she got lost in the crowd and I lost sight of her. 

I went to my first class of the day. When I walked in, I see Emmy already seated.

Guess she's in this class.

The whole time, I didn't pay attention to the teacher. I only stared at Emmy and I didn't care if everyone knew that.

She looked sad. All she did was stare out the window. I didn't know what was going on in that cute mind of hers, but I wanted to know.

I wanted her to know that I didn't meant what I said and I just said it out of pure anger. I was jealous. Jealous because I knew she had sex with some guy and he got her pregnant. I wouldn't mind if I was that guy because I know that we would make good looking children.

I liked her. There was denying it. I really did liked her and knowing that she doesn't want to talk to me and that I made her cry made me feel like a monster.

I knew she wasn't a whore and even if she was I would still like her. There's something about her that makes me like her.

Everything about her makes you like her. 

She makes me happy. 

The bell rang and I watched as she got up and walked out the door, but I grab her forearm. She looks at me let's out a sigh.

"What do you want?" She asked me, rolling her eyes.

"I just want to talk to you." I said.

"No." She said.

"Just give me a couple of minutes." I said. 

"Fine, 5 minutes during lunch." She said and with that she walked away. 

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Lunch Time...

To say I wasn't nervous was a lie. I really wanted her to listen and and forgive me and since she is some what stubborn it made me even more nervous. 

I waited in front of her 4th class of the day and when the bell rang, the door opened and the first one out was no other than her. 

"Hey." I said, grabbing her upper arm. I didn't want to grab her forearm just in case.

"Oh, sorry I didn't see you there." She said.

I shrug. "It's fine."

"Let me just go to my locker." Emmy said. I nodded and followed behind her through the crowd of loud hungry teenagers. 

I watched her as she twisted the lock and opened the locker, stuffing her heavy textbooks inside. When she closed the locker and looked at me, I quickly looked away.

"So, umm, on the rooftop?" She asked. 

I nodded and we started our walk to the rooftop. 

When we got up there, no one was there. As usual. 

We sat on the edge of the roof, our legs dangling as a silence filled between us. 

"I'm sorry." I said, breaking the silence. 

"It's ok." She said sofly. 

I furrowed my brows. "Your not going to ask for an explanation?" I asked. 

She shook her head and stared out what was ahead of us as I stared at her. "No, I know your sorry. It's honestly fine. You were just mad and sometimes when people are mad, they don't know what they say or do because their anger just takes over. It happened to you and that's ok." She said.

I nodded my head slowly. "How are you doing? With your pregnancy?" I asked her.

She looked at me and then looked down. "I'm no longer pregnant." She said lowly, barely audible. 

"What do you mean?" I asked her softly. 

"I miscarried." Emmy said, her voice cracking at the end. 

I just stared at her, not knowing what to do. But then I just grabbed her and pulled her towards my chest. She flinched, but I didn't question it. I just ran my fingers through her soft thick hair. 

She sofly cried. "Let it all out baby girl." I said, not caring if I just called her 'baby girl'. 

Her arms wrapped around my waist and I felt her smile. "Thanks baby boy." She said.

Her calling me 'baby boy' sent unfamiliar feelings through my head and body. I felt my heart beat beat faster at the nickname she called me and I hoped she couldn't hear it. If some other girl called me 'baby boy' I wouldn't care, but I care when she says it. 

We stayed like that what felt like an hour, but was actually 30 minutes. Just the comfortable silence, the position, and the view... I can get used to this.