Breaking Emily

Measure 9

~ Measure 9 ~

   You need to ace this damn test, Emily.  Get it together.

   I tried my best to keep my eyes locked on my Biology book, but my mind kept trailing away to everything but Darwin's Theory of Evolution. 

   I couldn't stop thinking of how I held my boyfriend at gunpoint. 

   What if I get arrested?  Oh my God, what if he turns me in?

   I sighed and slammed my book shut.  Gathering up my things, I pushed my chair in and made a break for the library exit as fast as I could. 

   “God!” I breathed, bumping into a boy coming in the other way. 

   I looked down at the books that had dropped from my hands.  He chuckled.

   “No, it's just me.” he said. 

   I looked up at him.  I'd seen him around, but I couldn't think of his name.

   “Emily, right?” he asked.  I nodded.

   He smiled.

   “I'm Dylan.  Sorry, back there.  For bumping into you.  Let me get that.”

   I heard my phone ring just as Dylan bent down to get my books off of the sidewalk. 

   “Excuse me.” I said.

   I turned around and picked up the phone.

   “Hello?” I said quietly. 

   “Hey, babe.”

   My blood ran cold. 

   “What, Cameron?” I hissed. 

   “Hey, calm down,” he said, “I've taken the courtesy of forgetting about your little stunt last night.  All I tried to do was give you a night of romance and perfection.  Yes, it was your fault that it was ruined.  But I've forgiven you.  Okay?”

   I sighed. 

   “Okay.” I whispered. 

   I had nothing else to say on the subject.  I was too scared.

   “Well, I've called to tell you to meet me at the park under the oak tree tonight at ten.” he said.