The girl turned on the windshield whippers on in aggravation. She muttered something to herself about how she hated driving in the rain. She began to slow down as she was driving on a windy road. One wrong move and she could crash. Suddenly the car jerked forward as someone rear ended her. She slammed on the breaks. She swore as she got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. She was immediately drenched but she was too angry to care. She put her hands on her hips as she marched over to the car behind her, not caring to notice the windows were tinted. She bent over and knocked on the glass, the window not opening. She practically growled as she knocked again. The window slowly rolled down to reveal a man. A man holding a gun. The girl swallowed as she stepped back. The man opened the door as he stepped out of the car. 'Please don't. I'll leave! I'm sorry for the trouble' she cried. The man tilted his head as he aimed the gun at her head, and fired.
"Emma!" the teacher yelled. Emma dropped the book on her desk as she sat up straight, her heart still beating from the chapter she had just finished. The teacher rolled her eyes at her. "This is Health class not English" the teacher muttered before turning back to the board, where she continued to scribble nonsense. Emma sighed and put her feet up on the chair in front of her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she prepared to sit through the rest of health. Emma barely noticed when the door creaked open and a teenage boy walked in.
"Ah! Mr. Moore" Mrs. Wilson cooed at the new boy. She walked over to him ushering him to the front of the class. "Class this is Dylan Moore. He just moved here from New York". Dylan nodded to the class. The lacrosse boys in the class started chanting, "Yeah buddy! Dylan! Dylan!"
Emma looked him up and down. He wore a lacrosse jersey with jeans. Emma snorted, must be on the lacrosse team. She hated the lacrosse team because she thought them to be a group of neanderthals. She wasn't the sports type. Or the social type in that matter. She had a few close friends but she liked her alone time with her sketch book and music. And by a few close friends, she had one.
Dylan high fived his teammates on the way to sit next to the captain of the team before the teacher interrupted him. "We actually have assigned seating in this class Mr. Moore" Mrs. Wilson scolded. The boys groaned. "You can sit, hmm where's an empty seat?" Mrs. Wilson scanned the classroom. Emma crossed her fingers as she saw the open seat next to her. 'Please don't sit next to me' she repeated in her head, as if that would keep him away.
"Aha! There's a seat! Right next to Ms. Johnson" she pointed next to Emma. Emma groaned as she dropped her head on the desk. She wasn't one to hide her emotions. Dylan shuffled over and sat down next to her. "Alright class lets get back to our notes!" Mrs. Wilson returned to the board. Dylan leaned over to Emma.
"Hey can I borrow a pen?" he whispered. Emma rolled her eyes, but reluctantly took a pen out of her bag handing it to him. Dylan smiled and sat back in his desk, looking up at the board. He leaned back over to Emma. "Hey can I also borrow a piece of paper?" he asked.
Emma looked at him with annoyance glimmering in her eyes. 'He's the new kid be nice' her inner self scolded. Emma ripped out a piece of paper, handing it to him with a fake smile. He smiled, accepting the gift, and sat back in his seat as he began to take notes. Emma watched as the clock as time went by. Tick, tick, tick, the small hand seemed to be moving slower then usual. Emma felt a tap on her shoulder. She huffed as she turned to look at Dylan. "Do you have an eraser?" he whispered. Emma threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Do you carry anything in that bag?" Emma said a little too loud earning a glare from the teacher. Dylan put his hands up in surrender as he turned back to his paper. Emma hated him already. She continued to watch the clock tick. She cringed as she heard the noise of a pen clicking. Click, click, click. Dylan moved his thumb up and down on the pen as if he knew what bugged her the most. Emma stared at him, trying to make him stop with telepathy. He soon noticed her glare and turned to her.
"What?" he shrugged, a smug smirk on his face. Emma looked from the pen to him, her eyes wide. Dylan shrugged and went back to clicking. Emma finally lost it, grabbing it out of his hand.
"Would you cut that out?" Emma whispered harshly. Dylan snatched it back out of her hands, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Nope" he smirked. Emma clenched her fists, trying not to lose her mind. Click. Dylan giggled as Emma cringed. She took a deep breathe as she tried to relax. Dylan slowly raised the pen to Emma's ear, pressing down. Click. She jumped covering her ear as he burst out laughing. Emma was ready to give him hell but then the bell rang. Emma stood up and grabbed her bag rushing out of the classroom, trying to get out as quick as possible. The teacher stopped her and Dylan when they got to the door. Emma mentally cursed herself for not trying to run faster.
"I know you are new here Dylan, so I will let you off with a warning, talking in class will earn you a detention. As for you Emma, detention in the library. Now" Emma groaned. She turned to glare at Dylan who wore that winning smirk, making her hot with anger. "But don't act so disappointed, your friend will be there" Mrs. Wilson called to her as she began making her way to the library.
"Hey" Emma said as she plopped down in the seat next to her friend. She had taken her time getting to the library as detention was nothing to rush to. Isabelle smiled at her, putting down her pen.
"Hey have you seen the new kid?" Isabelle whispered once Emma was seated. Emma rolled her eyes, wishing she hadn't. "What you don't think he's cute?" Isabelle asked, sensing Emma's distaste. Emma shook her head, rolling her eyes.
"He's alright but he's annoying as fuck" Emma murmured. Isabelle sighed heavily before going back to her homework. Emma took out her sketch book as she began sketching whatever pleased her.
"You say that about everyone" Isabelle mumbled after a few beats of silence. Emma looked up surprised, not knowing that the conversation had continued. Isabelle usually agreed with her, sharing the same distaste in jocks and cheerleaders, but maybe looking back on it Isabelle had never been eager to join in on it.
"What?" Emma asked, trying to figure out where this was coming from. Isabelle just shrugged it off, not being one to start trouble. Emma turned back to her sketch book, thinking. 'Was I really that bad?' she thought, until realized what a downer she really was. And suddenly, she decided to change that. Well for the most part. Dylan was still annoying as hell and she would hate him forever. That was already decided.
"I like your skirt" Emma whispered before returning to her sketch. Isabelle smiled, blushing. That was a start. And it felt good.
"So what are you doing tonight?" Isabelle whispered, trying to keep her voice down. They weren't supposed to talk in detention but you can't sit next to your best friend and be expected not to chat. Emma thought, clicking her tongue.
"Nothing that I can think of" Emma mumbled, Isabelle lighting up.
"Good because your coming over to help me pick out my outfit for my date" Isabelle whispered excitedly. Emma nodded, stopping abruptly when she finally processed the words.
"What date?" Emma exclaimed, closing her sketch book with disbelief. Isabelle giggled. She had been waiting all day to talk to her friend.
"John. He's on the lacrosse team" Emma opened her mouth to say something before being interrupted. "I know what you're going to say" Isabelle said, knowing Emma's dislike for jocks. Emma swallowed, biting her lip. Now was her chance to make a positive effort.
"I was going to say, if he makes you happy, then I'm happy" Emma forced a smile, fighting to keep her true thoughts in. Isabelle looked at Emma surprised, Emma waiting to see if Isabelle would believe it. A huge smile slowly crept across her face.
"Yey!" Isabelle shouted, bursting into excited giggles. The Liberian shushed them. They tried to hold in their laughter which only lead to them laughing more. 'Maybe this whole nice thing won't be so bad' Emma thought. 'How hard can it be?'
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Romance"I hate you" she spat, looking up from her paper. He rolled his eyes while releasing a quiet chuckle. She glared at him as she turned back to her paper. "I mean it" she said more quietly this time when he didn't respond. He continued to grin at her...
