𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 | 𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕒

five

song of the chapter-
comethru- jeremy zucker

~emma~

"unless you think i shouldn't!" i say as gray takes another bite of our sandwich.

"no i actually think you should! i mean you're gonna have to go on a date eventually right? you know?" he says with a full mouth.

"right!" i say "what do people even do on dates?" i ask

"i don't know sit around and eat food i guess.." he says

we both look at our sandwiches and laugh at the fact that we're sitting around and eating food.

after practice is over, gray and i head to my place to get me ready.

"i was thinking about wearing this one!" i said holding up a basic white skinny strap, short, tight dress. "and maybe these black heals?"

"em you've never been good at walking in heals... do you really want to try now?" he says.

"i'm gonna try my hardest!" i say sliding them on and placing my hands on my hips. "now.." i continue, "make up or no make up and hair up or down?"

"emma, look at me." he says and i obey. "you don't need to put any thought into how you look. you are beautiful and amazing and if he doesn't see that than screw him okay?"

he was right. i shouldn't be trying this hard. now that i think about it, i don't exactly like evan that much, over the fact that he got in a fight with ethan.

ethan.. god i wish i was going on this date with him instead.

i change out of my dress and decided to go with jean shorts, a nice-ish shirt, and my flats. paired with silver mini hoops and a delicate silver necklace that rested right on my collarbone.

i decide to leave my hair down, but straighten it.

gray drives me to the restaurant and i'm super nervous the whole ride to where i don't even speak.

this is my first ever date. this is so exciting!

we pull up a little late, but evan's still not there. it's okay! i guess he's just not here yet.

"oh gosh okay." i say getting out and shutting the door.

"alriiiigghhhtttt!" gray says.

"my heart is beating—so fast!" i say fanning myself off.

we both laugh. "that is just fine." he says.

"okay listen, can you just keep your phone on you though because i...i honestly know myself and i'm gonna run out of things to talk about, and i'm really gonna wanna call yo—"

"no no no no no!" he says interrupting me, "I KNOW MYSELF!" i say hitting the side of the door. "NO!" he protests.

"do not call me! okay? if he can't see how completely baller you are..." he pauses, "then he's not the right guy for you."

"aweeee!" i say giving up with the fighting, "you can be so sweet when you wanna be!"

"i know!" he says with a smiley attitude.

he laughs as i take a deep breath.

then we stair at each other.

"kill it." he says.

"okay!" i say letting out a deep breath. "thank you for driving me!"

"totally!"

"love you!" i say walking towards the sidewalk.

"love you!"

"bye!"

"have a good time! but not too good of a time!" and with that he drives off.

i stand there for a minute or so and evan still hasn't shown up. soon 10 minutes passes, then 20, then 30, then eventually an hour.

of course this would happen to me. why did i even try?

i call gray and tell him that evan never showed.

"god what is wrong with me?!" i say sitting on the couch of my living room. "is my butt too big? am i some kind of freak or something?!"

"no!" he says. "you're awesome alright! evan's just a dick. i don't know why i told you to go out with him in the first place."

"maybe because he's the only guy that's ever asked me out?!" i say now turning my body towards him and swinging my legs up on the couch.

"stop it!" he says, obviously angry. "alright?! evan isn't worth it! you're way too good for him!"

"plus," he continues, "i heard he's got like—three nipples." this makes me laugh, "just saying." he says laughing too.

"thanks for doing this for me."

"are you kidding?" he says, "i live for this shit."

knock knock knock knock knock

we're interrupted by someone knocking on my front door. "i'll get it." gray says.

he opens the door and right away he looks pissed off.

"alrighty," he begins, "hit the road, you had your shot! time to move on bud."

"i need to talk to em." evan says, sounding a bit hurt.

"grayson it's okay." i say walking into the view of the front door, gesturing for gray to go sit back down on the couch.

it takes a lot of convincing, but he finally does.

"so, running a bit late now are we?" i say putting my hands on my hips.

"look, i'm sorry i stood you up. i really did wanna go out with you. i just thought you needed a little bit of an explanation."

i'm intrigued. "that would be nice." i say and cross my arms.

"e—told me it wouldn't be smart if i showed up for our date tonight."

i'm super confused. why would ethan do that?

"ethan?" i say, "that literally makes to sense."

"it's true!" he protests, "and it's not just me!" huh? "he's been going around telling all the guys not to ask you out—for a while now."

are you fucking kidding me?! when has ethan been the controller of my love life?!

"what?!" i say in disbelief.

"shit....." he says under his breath.

"there's others?!" i ask.

"you can't tell him i told you!"

"why not?!"

"no boobs, are worth a broken nose." he says walking back to his car.

"fine! whatever!" i say, "leave i don't care!" then i slam the door.

i slowly slump back over to the coach and go to sit by gray and i tell him everything.

"are you serious?!" he says, "ethan has been doing that shit?! this whole time?!"

"yeah i know right!" i say in anger. "he's such a prick! when is it ever his choice to decide what my love life is like?!"

"that's the thing," he says, "it's a hundred percent not!"