just a bet?

more to me than that

Emma Pov
*the next day after the date*

I roll over and turn off my alarm.

7:30am

Yay. Don't you just love high school. After sitting in my bed on my phone for about five minutes I decide to get up. Last night was amazing. Ethan, was amazing. I don't know what we are, but I don't want it to end.

*8:00am*

I pull up to school and park in my usual spot. After walking to the entrance of the school, I make my way to my locker. That is until I'm startled as hands creep their way onto the small of my back. I turn to see Ethan, the warmth inside me spreading. And I can't help but smile.

"Why so happy?" He asks. I just shrug, and continue to smile.

I open my lock and get all my books, with Ethan next to my side. I look like an idiot still smiling but I can't help it. My smile is abruptly deflated when Jake, Ethan's friend, walk over with a couple of other dudes. I hate that guy I swear.

"Sup man." Jake says punching Ethan's shoulder. "Nothing much." Ethan replies with a shrug. I close my locker and Jake's head snaps to the side.

"Well who might this be?" He asks with a devilish smirk on his face.

"Oh that's my friend Emma." Ethan states confidently. Friend? Is that all I am to him? Did he not mean last night? I look at him, tears pricking my eyes, but I suck them back in by biting my cheek really hard.

Jake looks confused but shrugs it off. "Anyways man, ya ready?" Jake calls to Ethan and he responds a simple 'yes' and they all leave my standing there like a complete idiot. I knew I shouldn't have trusted Ethan. He. Is. A. Player. I knew this, but my dumb brain wasn't quick enough to realize.

*bell rings*

I walk to first period. Yes, the one I have with Ethan. I get to my seat and look to my left, of course he wouldn't be here. Great. Just great.

*end of the day*

I go to my locker for the last time today and grab my book bag and other things I might need. I happen to turn my head and see Ethan walking towards me. I roll my eyes, slam my locker shut, and walk toward the entrance of the school. I'm done with his shit. "Emma!" I hear Ethan scream from behind me. But you guessed it, I keep walking, picking up my pace a little. I reach the front doors, relief filling my body. That is until I feel a large hand grab my shoulder. I immediately know who it is, which causes me to swat Ethan's hand.

"What?!" I scream. People are looking at me, but I don't care. Ethan looks taken aback. "What's wrong?" He asks as if nothing he did didn't break every fiber I have in my body. He scans my face, worry and panic flashing in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I say, "what's wrong is that last night you had me believing that I was developing feelings for you and then you go and call me your friend?! Was kind of sick shit is that?!" I yell. I scan is face for any sign of emotion. None. Just, blank. "Exactly." I state, turning on my heel and walking to my car to finish off my rant.

I feel him following me though. "Emma would you listen to me!" He says blocking my car door so I can't get in. I glare at him. "Two minutes." He says. My mind racing and my adrenaline is pumping like crazy. But I respond with a simple, 'two minutes.' His face flashes with relief.

"Okay, Emma. I don't know why I called you my friend. Oh yeah I know, because I have a dumb fucking brain. And I'm sorry for that. I didn't know that you wanted to tell anyone about," He gestures to me then himself, "this. I don't know what 'this' is, but I don't want to loose it. I know you think I'm a player, and that I fuck every girl I see walk by me," I flinch from those words, but he continues, "Sorry, okay anyways, I know you think all of those things, but, I want to try. You make me want to be good. You make me want to stop being who I am. You make me wan-" I cut him off by slamming my lips to his. The fire, the passion. Our lips move in sync. Like they were made for each other. Out of breath, we both pull away slowly.

Ethan lifts up my chin to meet his eyes. We make eye contact while he says, "I'm sorry for how I treated you."

I sigh and put my forehead to his. "It's okay e, that just hurt my feelings a little."

He sighs in return and says sorry for the hundredth time. I laugh. He looks confused. "What's so funny?" He questions. I look up at him. "Stop apologizing, I'm okay." I state. He pecks my lips and moves away from my car door. "Wait e?" I say. "Yeah?"

I look down, my cheeks flushing, and I'm suddenly embarrassed. "Never mind...I.." I fumble my words. He walks back over to me. "Em. . . What is it?" A smirk glued to his face. "Well. . . I just. . .," and I finally get it together, "do you consider me your girlfriend?" I say, partially afraid of what he might say. And just like that, he says, "no."

My breath is kicked out of my chest, and my face falls. He notices my sudden change of emotion. He tilts my head up to his face. "You are more to me than some. . . title." He says, pecking my lips. Wow.

He lets go of me, telling me how much he means to me before walking off. I'm shaking because I'm so in love with him. Yes, I'm in love with him. But it's too soon to tell him. I get in my car, turning it on and pulling out of the parking lot, driving away.

When I get home, the first thing I do is scream and slide down the door, laughing after. I'm so happy right now. My mom jumps to her feet. "What in the actual hell!" She screams.

"What the hell is wrong?" She says laughing with me because I'm such a mess.

"Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all."