‘Hey Justin,’ a surprised smile spread across my face as I saw him leaning against the door to my apartment when I got home from work. He hadn’t told me he was coming over although I was happy to see him, even if it hadn’t even been a day since we’d last been together.
I leaned up to give him a kiss but he turned his head so my lips brushed his cheek. I pulled away and gave him a confused look. ‘Open the door,’ he said gruffly, stepping out of the way.
I stuck the key in the lock and twisted it, pushing the door and letting us both inside. ‘What’s wrong? Are you okay?’ I asked, concerned as I closed the door after him.
‘What did you say to Daisy?’ He demanded and a grin appeared on my face as I remembered my conversation with her earlier.
‘Oh,’ I laughed lightly.
‘It’s not funny, Emmy!’ Justin snapped and my smile dropped. ‘You called her pathetic? That it definitely wasn’t her name I was screaming?’
‘Too much?’ I fiddled with my fingers nervously as I looked at him sheepishly. Maybe the whole name thing was bit too far but she really pissed me off sometimes.
‘Yea, Emmy! And I only know that because that’s what Danny told me, do you know what she told her dad and mine that you said?’ Justin said angrily.
‘No.’ I squeaked out. I really didn’t think Justin would be mad at me, I’ve never seen him look this angry.
‘She told her dad that you called her a bitch, and that you were only with me so she couldn’t be, she said you went to hit her, Emmy!’
My eyes widened in disbelief. ‘That’s ridiculous, I’ve never hit anyone in my life!’ I exclaimed.
How could she lie about that? As if Justin’s dad didn’t hate me enough.
‘Well, now my dad thinks you’re some kind of savage. This is really bad, Emmy. You need to apologise.’
‘I’m not apologising, she’s psychotic! She’s obsessed with you, it’s creepy. I didn’t say anything that I’m sorry for and I’m not a liar.’ I said indignantly, aghast that Justin wanted me to apologise.
‘Emerald,’ Justin said warningly.
‘What? What’s the big deal? It’s not like I’m losing any love from your dad, is it?’ I threw my hands up, not quite believing that we were having this argument. I really hadn’t meant any harm by what I said to Daisy, she just got on my last nerve I wanted her to back off.
‘That’s not the point, she’s not just some girl, Emmy.’
My mind flashed to Daisy saying that they had had a “great time, reminiscing about their youth” and an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. Was he harbouring some sort of feelings for her?
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I snapped.
