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"Ugh!" I let out a growl and I send the tennis ball flying across the court. I let out another grunt as Emma walks into the living room rubbing her eyes with her robe on, her hair messily gathered into a lazy bun on top of her head.
"Scotty, do you have to play Wii at seven in the morning on a Saturday?"
"I couldn't sleep." I win the match and Emma walks over to pick up a controller to join me as I start a new one.
"What's wrong?" I hit the ball. "Is it something about Calum? Because Luke left last night before you came home and you went straight to your room."
"Calum and I broke up." I hit the ball again.
"What tiny little thing did you get stuck on this time?" Emma takes a shot and I hit the ball back with all the force I can muster.
"Only the fact that I was just part of a game that he and Luke came up with months ago and I found out because Luke has a stack of magazines under his bed with my articles highlighted so they knew how to not sidestep."
Emma's arm falls limp at her side and I win a point in the match. "What?"
"Go ask your boyfriend," I say as I serve. "Ugh!"
"Are you serious about this?"
"Dead serious," I say and then frown at her. "You're not even playing."
"Forget the match what the hell are you even telling me right now?"
"I'm telling you that our boyfriends have known who I am this entire time and they wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine."
"Oh I am going to go over there and I'll beat the living daylight out of them both."
"They're not worth it," I shrug. "I just need to let out this frustration I have now. Maybe I should start boxing."
"You'd quit after five minutes," she shakes her head and I know she's right. We slump down on the sofa. "Why didn't you come to me last night with this?"
"I didn't know if Luke was still here."
"Have you cried?"
"A little."
"Do you want to cry some more and then we'll go out for breakfast?" I nod and Emma pulls me to her and envelops me in a hug. I twist my arms around her as well and I can't stop the tears.
"I've tried to ignore how I feel," I cry into her robe, my words muffled. "But my entire body hurts and I don't know how to make it stop, Emma."
"Oh, Skittle," she coos, running her hand through my hair. "I know it feels like the world is ending right now, but it won't feel like this forever."
"I thought I would be the one to screw it up, but I guess I was wrong." I lift my head up to rest it on her shoulder. "And I want to hate him but I can't."
"Are you going to talk to him?"
"I think I've told him all that's needed," I say. "And I think I would break into tears if I actually stood face to face with him right now."
"Just take your time and maybe you should talk to him when you feel better."
"Yeah," I agree. "Will you go over there and get my stuff for me?"
...
Calum's P.O.V
I can't explain the gut wrenching feeling that went through me when I saw how hurt Scotty truly was and how tears rolled down her cheeks. Tears that I caused.
I never meant for it to get this far, I didn't plan on falling in love with her. But I did, I fell in love with her.
I know I messed up big time, but when I hear my phone go off and I see I got a text from Scotty I can't help but smile. At least she's not completely ignoring me—expect for the seventeen unanswered messages I left her after she walked out the door last night.
Can you get all my things together so they can be picked up?
I know I should be devastated due to what the message actually says, but all I can think about is the fact that she's coming over and I can see her; I can talk to her.
My face falls when I open the door to find Emma standing in the hallway with a scowl on her face, arms folded across her chest. Her eyes narrow when we lock eyes. I clear my throat and awkwardly bring up a hand to scratch my neck. "Hey, Emma."
"You're an absolute asshole, do you know that?" I nod with my head hanging low in shame of what I have done. "She's at home crying right now because of you. God! She was finally happy, Calum."
"I know!" I yell back and she goes quiet. "I fucking know, Emma. I feel like shit because I know she doesn't deserve this."
"Did you get all her stuff together?"
"No," I tell her sheepishly. "I thought she'd be the one coming over and I thought we could solve it."
"There is nothing to solve right now," she says and se pushes past me to stomp into my room. I wish Luke was home right now. "Help me get her stuff."
I sigh but give in. I see her chapstick on my dresser and I walk over and shove it into my pocket before leaning back against the wood as I watch Emma reach into my closet. "I told her I love her."
She stops and turns to me with a dress in her hands. "You did what?"
"I told her I love her."
"You stupid...boy!" I look at her with confusion. "No guy has ever told her that, and now you went and took all of the meaning out of the first time she hears it. That's just cruel, Calum."
"What was I supposed to do? She was leaving and I wanted her to stay."
"Well she left anyway."
"I know," I sigh and I run a hand over my face in frustration. "Luke and I never thought it would get to this—"
"Don't even bring him up right now. I'll get to him later." I let my eyes fall to the floor. "And you did mean for it to get to this—that was the whole point."
"I meant it, Emma; I love her. I'm in love with her."
"Yeah, and she's in love with you," she tells me and my heart skips a beat. "Too bad you ruined it."
