emma chamberlain POV
"listen em, you have to come down soon!"
"dad" i huff putting my head in my hand "i just can't right now. without the extra income from zach it's hard to keep up with bills, i'm already having to take another job at the library." i hate the fact that i can't do this on my own. i also hate that i depended on that douchbag for so long
"i told you i would give you some money for gas, it's only for a day or two" his voice cracks slightly, and so does my heart. i really do want to see him. i just don't have the money or time and i really don't like taking his money
"dad i don't need your money" i walk over to my window and stare out at all the small people rushing around the city "i will figure something out, i promise"
"okay baby, but you known i'm here. and so is your mother"
"i know dad" i smile into the phone, i really am blessed "i love you"
"i love you more, bye em"
now i really am alone. i hate being alone sometimes. i debate weather to text ethan or not. after our cheesy in counter he gave me his number but i haven't texted him. i guess i'm too nervous. anxiety sucks. that's why i can't be... i don't know... social. why make friends when i can read?
"fuck it" i whisper to myself, i pull up his contact and type in a simple 'yo it's emma' but before i send it i stare at the screen. should i? no. i shouldn't. but maybe i should. no it's weird he probably doesn't even remember me. maybe he does. who would?
your so forgettable.
whatever.
message sent!
fuck.fuck.fuck.fucking fuck did i just do?!he's gonna think im weird, he probably won't even respond!! emma you fucking-
*ding*
shit. i run over to my phone looking down at the message, my heart stops as the blush creeps back up my cheeks
hey princess:)
