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Chapter Four

Chapter Four

The bus seemed a little quiet for a while, as if no one was interested in entering. The tears on my face from 20 minutes earlier made it sticky and my bubble gum pink nose began to fade into the regular flesh colour. Everyone came flooding in before I got to get up and look in the mirror and dry my tears. I sat back down and pretended to be interested in my book, which wasn't really working but I had to think of something to elude that I was fine.
Emma walks up to me and sits down with an annoyed look on her face.
"Well", I said to myself,
that's what you get when you agree to be responsible for someone else. I was starting to regret every single word I said a year ago, when I agreed to be Emma's so called "protector".
Shit job i was doing that, protecting her.
Well no one else was going too I knew that for a fact.
To coerce Emma to feel more belonging , I included her in a game of Cards Against Humanity, listen to music with me, and play never have I ever : she refused .
Basically I tried every single thing in the book but nothing actually seemed to work. She clearly wasn't a person to be fixed. Nevertheless she sat with me and we continued to do our own things.

Three hours later we headed back to the gym for our final game today. Tonight we're playing the Docasta Stallions, whom we've played before last year at provincials. We entered the gym and carried on with our same routine.
This time around the opposing teams warm up jerseys didn't clash with ours. Not that mattered or anything, but I think secretly it mattered to all of us.
The game started out slow, our scores keeping a steady tie. Then we get back into the pace we were supposed to be at, and were beating them by 5 points each basket shot. It was awesome because I haven't felt good about this game or a game in a while.
We finished with a 20-15 score; 20 for us 15 for them. The crowd erupted at that moment almost like a bomb went off. The Stallions had a defeated look on their face, probably thought they were most likely out of the second place bracket. But they didn't really know that they just had to make an excuse to be jealous.

We headed to the hotel, Bailey dragged me to her hotel room. I guess she wanted to talk to me about Emma.
I groaned, everytime I talked to her about Emma, it felt like a game of Battleship I would never win. I am seriously dreading this talk, I know which direction this was going in and Bailey would just twist and contradict my words. I began the conversation which we both know never goes the way it's supposed to

" You know", I said annoyed , I am tired of the way you treat Emma, it's not fair and you know that for a fact!
" Am I supposed to like her", she retorted, '' she acts like a child." And anyway I'm pretty sure you're the last person to tell me who I can like and who I can't, that's my job.
" That isn't what this is about" , I said slightly more impatiently now.
"REALLY", Bailey retorted because I know for a fact that is what this is about.
" Can you stop twisting my words, for once" I said, fighting back tears.

" Cha", she scoffed, pretty sure that's you who does that, not me.

Honestly right now at this moment, I felt like punching her. This is what I mean when I say she constantly twists my words and thinks she can get away with it.

" To answer your question", I said angrily, no you do not have to like her, but you don't have to be a bitch about it either.
" I don't know why you care so much", she retored, you are supposed to be looking after her anyway aren't you?
" Stop making this about me", I scoffed , you know this about you not me.
" Is it", she sneered, "honestly Aubrey you're just trying to save someone who you know you can't.
" You know what" I said, anger flooding out of me, I'm done with this conversation, I'm leaving.
" Fine" she smiled, you can go back to your therapist brother
" And you can go back to your more kind of a boyfriend", I replied, slamming the door behind me.

I cried, running to my hotel room, the key jiggling in my pocket. I was careful to not let my feet tread on the intricately stitched rug.
I finally reached my hotel room and shut the door behind me. I noticed my phone, and reached it to call Blake. Not because I wanted to go home, but because he was the only one I knew that would understand me.