ERA- Ross Lynch

Chapter 11: The calls

I drove myself home in a blind rage. What could I have done to make Ross hate me so much that he refuses to allow his brother to associate with me? What could he have possibly gained from pretending to be sorry, I wasn't putting out or anything so I don't think it would be for my body. But you never know, guys can be so twisted.

I pulled into my driveway and sat there for a few moments, a thousand thoughts swirling through my brain. I did the only thing I could think of, I called Link.

"Linky?" I asked when I heard the phone pick up.

"Hey babe, what's up? I don't have too long to chat because of a team workout later but I can talk for a bit" he said, always having found time for me.

"Ugh oh god, I'm just so frustrated right now." I groaned out, ready to finally get this whole problem off my chest, hoping maybe Link could help clear some of my confusion.

"Ok so, on my first day here I met this crazy shy guy named, Ross. I thought he was so so sweet and kind but he's been fooling me the whole time! First after this concert, he completely embarrassed me, then he faked an apology just to be closer to me. And today he totally went off on his brother who's my partner for a project because he hates me and doesn't want me near his family! I don't understand why he's doing this, I swear?!" I gasped in grief, tears nearly spilling from my eyes.

"Oh, wow." Link said, completely monotone.

"Wow?! That's all you have to say?!" I asked, irritated at Link now too.

"Look Emmie I have to go, I'm sorry about the boy problems, I love you." he said blanky, hanging up before I could respond.

"Love you too" I said, frowning at my now blank screen. I guess I'll just have to figure this out on my own.

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My evening passed fairly uneventfully, I had received an apology text from Rocky about an hour after my call from Link, I don't know why he's pretending though, acting like it's his fault Ross yelled, it's clearly mine.

I headed to school as if things were almost normal, neglecting going to my locker this morning. I would rather be short a few textbooks than have to see a phony Ross again.

I found Marcie a few moments after entering the building. Standing there with an apologetic smile on her face and my few books and pencil case in a plastic bag she carried. I thanked her graciously and made my way to english, determined to get there without seeing Ross.

As I entered the classroom, a good 10 minutes before class started, I was met in my surprise by a not empty classroom. In his usual desk sat Riker, hunched over a piece of paper, scribbling furiously. Upon my closer inspection it appeared he had transformed what had been a stats note sheet into a drawing of a magnificent city skyline.

"Woah that's really good" I said in awe from behind him.

"Huh, oh hi Emmie, uh thank you" Riker mumbled out, shuffling the papers on top of his desk back into his folder.

Riker and I sat talking until the bell rang for class. We talked about his art mainly. He's been drawing for years, mainly landscapes, but the occasional portrait. He says he hates drawing males the most because he hates when he draws anger in their eyes. We were so deep in conversation I barely noticed Ross walk in. Or at least I tried not to notice how when he walked in the door he looked right at me and anger flashed through his face. And I tried not to notice how when he set his books down on his desk, they slammed down just a little too loudly for 7:30 am.

I separated from Riker and headed to my seat, just in time to avoid Angel seeing our conversation. Luckily after class finishes she has to run to health to not be in trouble, so she doesn't see us together.