emma had always been my number one. even if i wasn't hers. it was just how things were. i can't remember a time where i came first for her. that's why i'm sitting in her bed, waiting for her to stop flirting with my twin brother, grayson, downstairs.
we had all been best friends ever since emma moved here when she was 11. we all instantly connected and became inseparable. i always wanted to hang out with her. shit, her smile was the best thing that i'd ever seen. however, it seemed she was more attached to grayson. she always found ways to run off with him, leaving me behind. i would always catch her staring at him. just the stuff that didn't mean much to them, but every-fucking-thing to me.
when we all went in to high school, we became a little less tight, but not that much (thank god, it's already hard enough to only see emma in the hallways or for algebra. she didn't even sit next to me. we only get to hang out like 1-2 days out of the week i know i'm a big bitch baby, but she meant the world to me).
me and gray are always around, but she has her other friends, and we have our own. her being on the soccer team meant that she was always busy, and had many friends. she was pretty popular.
we were seniors now, and emma has gotten her own apartment because her parents were filthy rich and always away on vacations and trips for their jobs. emma didn't seem to mind, she was very independent. and the apartment was absolutely fuego. perfect for parties and me coming over.
me and gray were on the basketball team, meaning we were pretty fucking busy too. she would always come to our games and cheer us on, and i've always thought she's cheered louder for gray. we always went to her games, shouting supportive comments and being there for her. i made sure she could hear me me over graysons loud ass mouth.
emma came back to her room with her cheeks slightly red. grayson always made her look like that. if she would spend time with me, i would make her feel so much better.
"ready to start algebra homework?" she questioned me, smiling about something gray probably said. bitch
"whatever" i reply, already pissed that gray has gotten more attention than me. i didn't even want him to come, it was just supposed to be me and em studying. but his nosy ass had to get into everything. he invited himself.
"what's got your panties in a twist?" she chuckles at herself, setting her algebra book down, looking at me. god when she looked at me, i forgot how to speak.
"fuck you, i came over to study and you've already spent 45 minutes talking to grayson." i laugh and lightly push her to make it more lighthearted. even though i wanted to just kick gray out and make out with this girl.
shit, that was a bit far. i try to get rid of the thought, and the ones that came after. she looked at me weird.
my cover has been blown.
i shove her off the bed, as gently as i could, and start laughing.
she gets up, smirking at me. oh shit. when she looks at me like that...i gotta run.
she already knows what i'm about to do, but i'm too fast. i dart out of her room swinging a right, her hot on my tail. i'm about to go flying down the stairs when she fucking tackles me.
we tumble down the stairs, my head hitting what seems to be each fucking step. when we reach the bottom, i end up on top of her.
fuck me.
"are you okay?!" i question her, grabbing her face and turning it side to side. she starts to loose her shit, laughing like a maniac.
