Nathan
"So you have only been dating this guy for a month, you said that you loved him, you blew each other, then you nearly fucked on a beach to make him feel better after his sister got taken from him?" Emma asked, placing her workbooks down on her bed. "Or did you take 7 and a half inches up your-"
"No." I groan, slapping my palm against my forehead. "Nothing happened at the beach."
"Yeah, cause grinding and making out is nothing."
I roll my eyes, "why am I here again?"
"We need to study, we've planned this for a week now." Emma reminded me with a look, "it's the only time my parents are out and my siblings are away."
I just huff, flipping through the pages of the workbooks. "This sucks ass." Emma lets out a giggle and plopped down beside me on her bed, popping the cap off her highlighter.
We didn't get much studying done in the first hour. We studied for maybe 10 minutes before Emma started ranting about her friends and school and parents. She started crying and sobbing and getting angry and I didn't know what the fuck to do.
I wanted to ask so badly if she was on her period or something, but I knew she might just stab for asking.
"Then everyone is always mad that I don't talk to them and tell me they are always there, but when I need them the most they ignore me, push me away, or tell me to just tell a consular. Like, I don't need to. I just want someone there to let me rant and hug me. Adults don't understand me at all. They just say it's teenage hormones and it will all pass. But, it hurts! It legitimately hurts to not have someone and just have it all bubble inside."
Should I say something?
Emma lets out a breath, wiped her tears, and smiled to herself just like nothing happened. Well shit, I wish I could do that.
"I'm sorry... I just haven't been able to express myself and vent without someone telling me to shut up or that they don't care."
"No, no, you're fine. No need to be sorry." I assure, sending her a faint smile. "It's fine to let your feelings out."
"It must suck being a guy. You have to be all tough and shit. Girls are so emotional and if guys show any emotion at all, they get picked on." Emma sniffed, wiping her nose with a tissue.
I shrug, "it depends. There have been a few times where I full out ranted to Bryce when we only knew each other for a week or so. Then there are times where he's upset or sad and just wants someone to hug. But it does suck sometimes, yeah. But you girls have to take so much shit."
I feel like a hypocrite. I say how fake most girls are then I was about to say how everyone thinks girls are like that.
"You girls have to be so perfect. You girls have to have a big butt or big boobs or have blonde hair for society."
Emma sighs, licking her glossed lips. "It's honestly just stupid how the world is. People get killed for liking the same gender, every girl is fake, most guys are huge douchebags who break everyone's heart, and all people care about is sex, money, and hurting others."
Couldn't say it better myself.
"Gay guys are so sweet." Emma frowned, "it sucks that they get made fun of and shit. But all gay guys are cute."
"I know."
Emma looked back at me and rolled her eyes, "can I paint your nails?"
I looked down at my hands and then back at her. "My nails?" She smiled and nodded. "What color?"
