hidden | ethma

forty five

my heart pounds out of my chest as i take a few steps back, realizing i just shattered a jar of preserves. 

the boy stares at me, an eyebrow raised. 

weston koury.

the boy that singlehandedly ruined my life. 

"emma?" he asks, as if he doesn't really believe it's me. 

my throat is dry as i take another step back. "y-yeah," i stammer.

a friendly smile breaks out on his face. "wow, you look great," he says. "how have you been," 

"fine," i manage to say. 

"good. how's elizabeth?" 

"fine," i repeat. 

he looks the same. same eyes and light hair, with a smile that makes me feel sick. the only difference is he got taller.

"i heard you moved to oregon," he continues our conversation. "what's it like there?" 

"nice," i answer. i clear my throat and straighten my posture. "very nice." 

an employee rounds the corner of the isle, taking in the shattered glass and splattered jam. "oh, jesus," she mutters under her breath, shaking her head. "damn teenagers," she says as she turns to retrieve cleaning supplies. 

i flush and look down. 

"i'd love to have coffee some time?" weston asks. 

i shake my head. "no, i'm leaving sunday." 

"oh." he nods. 

"and even if i wasn't, i wouldn't have coffee with you," i say, crossing my arms over my chest. 

he raises an eyebrow. "is that so?" 

"you scarred me for the rest of my life and ruined my relationship with my sister," i hiss as the employee returns with a broom and dust pan. 

as if on cue, elizabeth walks into the aisle, an annoyed expression in her face. she stops short when she sees weston. 

"elizabeth," he says, turning to her. "what a pleasant surprise." 

her vision flicks from weston, to me, and then back again.

she regains her composure and straightens up. "weston," she says curtly. she eyes me. 

"you look stunning," he says, looking her up and down. 

she sniffs. "thank you." 

it's as if weston has forgotten everything he's done to us; me more specifically. he's acting like we're all good friends again. 

flashbacks and memories begin to cloud my vision as weston meets my gaze again, his eyes glinting in the light of the supermarket. 

i begin to feel dizzy and i know if i don't get away from weston soon i'll puke or pass out or both. 

"let's go," i say to elizabeth.