Once Upon A Broken Heart

8

Emma's POV

Like OW never thought it'd hurt so bad. Getting over yo-ou and OW-

I slid my finger across the word SNOOZE on my phone and wiped the crusty stuff from my eyes. I let out a yawn then wiped the tears that followed it.

Day 2 of the chamber of torture.

Now waking up was the easy part, getting myself out of bed was more difficult. I scrolled through tumblr for around 10 minutes, checked my twitter, went through pictures of Michael Clifford, then saw I had ten minutes left to get ready.

The countdown begins.

I grabbed a pair of purple skinny jeans and slid them on and paired it with a black sweater with a collar shirt underneath. 

8 minutes.

I brushed my teeth and then my hair and tied it back. I added a black sparkly head band to my look and let my fringes fall. I applied a light coat of cream and moisturized my skin.

5 minutes. 

I tied my purple and black bat man converse and ran down stairs, grabbed the toast coated with nutella on it that my mother had ever so kindly made before heading back to sleep. I scribbled her a thank you note, grabbed my back pack and headed out the door.

2 minutes till the bus and I was running for my life. The bus stop however was approximately 37 seconds from my house so I had made it in time.

The bus was scheduled to arrive in 1 minute and 23 seconds. This is way too much math. Second day back and this is what happens when school fills my mind.

If Juliet was here she'd laugh at how my brain worked. She was always so fascinated by my thoughts. However I am the most boring creature in this universe, but she still found every word that came out of my mouth worth being heard. I loved how important and special that made me feel.

* * * BEFORE * * *

"So the stars don't leave in the morning they're still there?" Juliet asked sitting on my bed and I nodded.

"Well yes where would they go we are surrounded by stars no matter the fact that the earth it self moves. We are in a galaxy where suns are scattered everyone yet the ones that are farther we call stars. And although we cant see those stars in the morning they remain there." I said and she fell back on the bed.

"Wow." She said amazed and I laughed.

"Its common knowledge."

"Well not common enough that I dont know it!" Jules replied, so interested in what I had to say.

" You have the voice of an angel, probably why I love listening to it." She said and I smiled while rolling my eyes.

"And you have the heart of gold, probably why everyone loves you." I said.

" No seriously. You could talk about anything and I'd be interested." She said and I smiled.

"You make me feel so special." I said and she smiled.

"Well that's cause you are! Stupid."

* * * PRESENT * *

"What do you think of the phrase 'Love is stupid'." My English teacher Ms. Fairweather asked and immediately rose my hand.

"Emma."

"Love isn't stupid. Stupid people make love stupid." I said and a couple of fellow students laughed at the statement I had made.

Then Zack shot his hand up.

"Yes Zack any comments on what Emma said?" Ms.Fairweather asked.

"Actually I agree. But Id like to change her statement a bit. Stupid people make love." He said and I turned to look at him grinning at his remark. With that the class erupted into fits of chuckles and giggles. I smiled at him and he winked back.

Wow that was an attractive wink.

"Okay okay class thats enough. Emma would you like to expand on what you said?" Ms.Fairweather asked and I nodded.

"Stupid people make love stupid. Meaning the concept of love isn't stupid. Love is caring and an emotion that can be called stupid just as happy and sad can be called stupid. However, stupid is not a correct term to describe it and simply biased all together. Furthermore if love is dealt with properly then it isn't stupid, stupid people make it stupid." I said and my teacher smiled.

"Exactly." Then the bell rang for lunch and the teacher said some words about homework as we packed our bags and rushed out of the classroom. I was headed for my locker before I was stopped by a hand being placed on my shoulder.

"Hey Emma" I turned around to see the gorgeous brown eyes that struck me every time I looked into them.

"Hey Zack." Okay be cool. Dont let him think you're weird. Dont be weird.

"I liked what you said in english class, left all of us flabbergasted and stuff." He said placing that perfect smile with his shiny teeth on his face making my heart beat really fast. 

"Thanks. You were quite hilarious." I said smiling.

"Thanks. So you wanna hang out sometime?" He asked.

"Are you asking me out?" I said biting my lip and he scratched the back of his head, looking a little nervous.

"Um like not if you dont want me too." He said stammering and I laughed and took his hand.

"Yes I would love too." Wow where is this new found courage coming from.

"Great Ill text you" He said and headed back to his friends who were waiting on the side.  I saw him nod and his friends congratulated him.

I simply smiled, shook my head and headed to the table where my friends sat.

This boy was going to be the death of me.