Camp for Gods

Making Up

I wanted to get out of the school fast. I didn't really have many friends anymore since my fight with Emmett and Cleo even though I used to be pretty popular. I just kind of shut everyone out after that, so I didn't have to worry about saying any goodbyes. It's not like I was never going to see my class again. We still had next year as seniors.

I started going down the stairs when I felt someone grab my arm. Great. Knowing my luck it was probably a teacher telling me I couldn't leave yet. I turned around to see about a six foot boy who was skinny, but muscular. He had blond hair and bright blue eyes. His teeth were white and perfectly straight, and the best part was, he had DIMPLES. I loved guys who had dimples. Unfortunately though, he was my ex-best friend, Emmett.

"Gonna leave without saying good-bye?" he said with a smile. What was with him? Was he just going to act as if nothing had ever happened? Cause he was way wrong if he was.

"Bye," I said as I turned around and started walking down the stairs again.

"Hey wait up!" he called to me as he skipped three stairs at a time until he was in front of me. I guessed being on the football team really payed off for him.

"What do you want Emmett?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him.

"Look Claire, I just want to put all of our problems behind us. Don't you think that four months of avoiding each other is long enough? I mean don't you miss me?" he asked.

"Of course I miss you Emmett. I even miss Cleo, But I don't miss seeing you two together," I stated.

"What are you talking about? Wait, you still think Cleo and I dated? Is this what all of this is about?" he asked, a look of realization coming across his face.

"Don't act so clueless. I know you two dated or are dating."

"Obviously you don't know anything. We never dated," he said.

"How dumb do you think I am? I saw you two together a lot four months ago and you're still hanging out a lot. Im supprised she's not with you right now." I pushed past him and headed out the building. Footsteps behind me told me he was follwing. He didn't know when to give up.

"That doesn't mean were dating!" Emmet tried to explain, but I kept walking.

"Then what does it mean?" I asked.

"Look were good friends, and only friends. That's it," he said with honesty in his voice, but I didn't believe him. He chose now to ty and mend our friendship? After four months? It just wasn't the right moment.

"Then why did you guys hang out so much that I felt like the third wheel?"

"Look, we never dated. Ok?"

"Why should I believe you?" I asked with a bit of disbelief in my voice.

"Okay, I bet you didn't know, but Cleo has a boyfriend. His name is Jesse. That's who she went to prom with while I stayed home."

"Oh, that must have been so horrible! Your wanna-be-girlfriend hooked up with someone else and made you feel left out all of the sudden. Now you know how I felt," I said sarcastically and annoyed.

"You know what? No! You were my wanna-be-girlfriend, not her. I knew you liked me a lot. I really liked you, too. I wanted to do something special at prom for you, and what better way to do it than to ask your best friend for help. I mean she knew you better than anyone I knew. We only hung out a lot so that she could help me impress you. We came up with this crazy idea that I would get up on stage and ask you out in front of everyone at prom. Cleo was going to dress you up so you looked nice and fancy. I wanted every girl to be jealous of your gorgeousness and every guy to be jealous of my new girlfriend. I wanted our relationship to be known and show off what a beautiful girlfriend I could have had. But then you got jealous and got mad and we didn't even know why. So plans got ruined. I found out that you weren't going to prom, so I wasn't going to prom either. Instead, I stayed home and watched a movie by myself. That's why I didn't go to prom. It had nothing to do with her not going with me, but it had everything with you not going at all. Oh, and yeah I know it looked really bad on the football team for one of the top players not being able to get a date when your little nerd sister could. I got a lot of crap for that one, and still get crap about it sometimes. But you know what!? I didn't care because it hurt me for you to even think that I wanted Cleo,"  Emmett said with a bit of disappointment, anger, and a bit of sadness. I loved Emmett and I still did, and it really hurted me seeing him like this.

"Look Emmett," I began finally realizing how wrong I was, "I am so sorry. I didn't know."

"Yeah, I know. You just assumed just like you always do." He turned around and started off the other way, but I ran to catch up with him. That wasn't true. How could he say that? It really hurt. My eyes started to water.

"I'm sorry," I said slowly as a tear ran down my cheek. And then another until escaped on the opposite side. I started to turn and walk away, but a hand stopped me.

"Its okay," he said softly letting out a deep breath. His breath smelled so good. It was fresh like mint. "Thinking about the situation, if it was the other way around, I would probably have done the same thing." There was a moment of silence when he asked, "Do you want me to take you home? Then you don't have to walk."

"Um, yeah sure," I said with an almost real smile. It was just like old times. Emmett would almost always take Cleo and me home from school before this whole mess started. We both exited the school walking side by side until we got to his truck. He walked around to the passenger side to open the door like a gentleman. I went to climb in when I stopped, turned around, and looked up and him.

"I really am sorry Emmett". My eyes were watering again. Emmett got closer to me until our faces were near inches apart, then wrapped me in a hug.

"It's okay," he said, still hugging me. I embraced his hug with a small smile as the tears started to dry up on my face. He even smelled good.

"Look, I know we haven't talked in a long time, but I miss you. I didn't want us to go all summer being mad at each other. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I said. "If anyone should be sorry, it's me."

"Look Claire, I love you and I don't want to lose you ever again. You're one of the last good things I have left and--"

"Emmett," I interrupted. But he kept talking.

"Claire, please go out with me?" I froze. It was quiet. I did not see that coming. I was afraid to say yes, but I was also afraid of saying no because I didn't want to hurt or lose him again. He was stiff and looked nervous. I thought he was afraid of me rejecting him and me telling everyone next year or even this summer. Our school and town was fairly big, but the news would have traveled like wildfire. There was a long silence and a lot of tension in the air as I thought about my answer.

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Awww, what's the answer gonna be??? Sorry, I can't tell. You will have to read on and find out yourself!!! ;)

♡♥♡ ~Claire!!! (Aka, Veronica.)