The difference between Bows and Glasses

Chapter 7

~KAITLYN'S POV~
I just got home from a stressful day of slightly ignoring Emma. Like she cares. I snuggle into my blankets on the couch and listen to, Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana. Suddenly I hear frantic pounding on the door and I sigh before leaving the warm couch. "Please!" Emma calls from the other side and my heart drops and a lump forms in my throat. This is a joke isn't it? I open the door and she's a sobbing mess. She almost collapses in my arms. I lift her bridal style surprised by her sudden lightness. She must have dropped 10 pounds at least. I place her small body on the mound of covers and run my fingers through her hair as she sobs. "What's wrong my flower?" I coo. She sucks in some air before speaking. "I-It's James! He...he cuts and I think it's my fault! Look at the text message!" She hands me her phone and crumbles again. Her tears soak my lap as she squeezes my knee in attempt to control her pouring tears. I read the hateful message and I don't know who to feel bad for. "I-I am such a bit-" I cut her off by kissing her forehead. She seems flustered and tries to hide her face from me. "It's ok." I tilt her chin upwards and before I can connect our lips she jumps up. I feel like I was just kicked in the stomach. "What?" I try to sound uncaring but my voice sounds strained and forced. I bite the inside of my lip. "I can't do this right now! I'm a mess!" She says sternly. I feel hurt and stand up to face her. "Do what? Love me? Oh and you think you're a mess? Let's take a look at my feelings for a second." I angrily rip out the drawer from under the coffee table. It is full of attempted love letters. "Look at this one! I tried to write this one in fifth grade! The first time I looked at a girl the way other girls looked at boys. or this one. I wrote it in sixth shortly before you ignored me all year because I was a freak!! Every single one of these are for you. There must be at least one hundred." My blood boiled. "Don't throw sixth grade in my face! We were kids!" She spits, ignoring the last part of my rant. "Yeah and you sure have grown up and realized those around you." I say sarcastically. "You know what Kaitlyn? I thought maybe this blue haired angel would change my mind about popularity and giving a crap. But no I was sadly mistaken. One, you're a devil, Two, you're a selfish, ignorant, hoe!" I should say something but I can't. I let my mind process her words but I just can't. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. YOU ARE NEVER WELCOME! Go help you're stupid nerdy boyfriend." my voice fades at the term boyfriend. "Kaitlyn I'm sorry. Please? I-It slipped! I swear." I glared at her as tears fell from my eyes. "No get out or I will call the cops. Oh and if it slipped you must have been thinking it for a while." I spit the words at her hoping to hurt her the way she just broke me, but it's impossible. She stares at the ground and walks towards the door. She opens it slightly before stopping. She looks back at me with tear filled eyes and chocks on the words, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." I glare at her at her and say sternly. "I said Go. NOW!" I yell and as she closes the door I fall down on the couch sobbing miserably. It took every ounce in my body to make her leave. Now I'm broken. As I lay there my energy drains. I no longer can cry and so my body drifts into a sleep full of nightmares.
•next morning•
I wake up and notice it's 7:46. Since I feel asleep on the couch I didn't set an alarm. I run to my bathroom down the hall and when I see my appearance I cringe. There are large bags under my eyes, my brown roots are showing, my eyebrows aren't plucked properly, and my eyes are bloodshot and swollen from crying. I can't go to school today. If I see Emma I will cry, if I see her with James I will cry, or if I see her and she calls me ugly I will cry. Horrible scenarios float in and out of my head. I sigh an walk down the hall to the kitchen where my mom is making coffee. "Oh my poor baby." she coos and wraps her arms around me. "Wanna tell mommy what's wrong?" I nod and tell her everything between Emma and I and she nods. "I used to be just as wild as you, until I met your father. He was a great man. One that all men wanted to be. Then he well you know passed away and without him my wild nature returned." She looks me in the eyes for a second before continuing. "I feel like me wanting to meet other um you know other women has affected you're life negatively. I'm not talking about you're sexuality because that's your business, but I'm talking about who you chase after. You chase the ones that are not meant for you when you need to look in here." she places her hand above her heart and continues yet again. "The ones that already love you the way you need to be loved. If that's a girl fantastic if it's a guy that's great to. It doesn't matter just find someone who can reflect your feelings." I nod and start to tear up in her arms. I love my mother she has always supported me and been there when I needed it. "Can I stay home today?" I ask full of hope. "No! You can not stay home you wimp go face that Emma chick!" She says jokingly and then laughs. "I'm just kidding if you want to stay home go ahead. I need some company anyways." I would love to stay with her so I do just that, but I do think about her words. Maybe I should confront Emma, but it will have to be tomorrow because I look like a train wreck. As if answering my question my mom asks. "Wanna go to the salon with me? You know get your hair re-dyed or something. Anything you're poor broken heart wants." I smile at her and hug her tightly. Then I run upstairs and get ready for our little day together completely forgetting Emma.
~EMMA'S POV~
•Two days after Kaitlyn problem•
{CAUTION! MATURE CONTENT!}
I had to get my mind off of Kaitlyn for awhile, so I got on a tight, silver, sparklely cocktail dress with a small black jacket. I got on my black heels and before I walked out of the door, I realized I wanted to go out to a fancy dinner with someone other than myself. So I thought for a bit and decided me and James needed to talk. So I called him and he agreed to come. We met at La Perex. The fanciest restraunt in town. We met there and he arrived with a tux on. I was suprised. We went in and sat at our reserved table. "We need to talk about Friday." I said politely. "No we don't. I forgive you for all the screaming." He said with a smile. "Okay. I'm glad we worked this stuff out." After we ate a delicious meal. I drove him to my house. "My parents are out of town for awhile." I said with a smile. "Oh really?" He said with a somehow normal smile. He looked at me with his cute shyness. Before I could stop myself I was leaning in and kissing him. He stopped after a couple of seconds to say "Um can we go inside. Not that I don't like your car, but
y-you know it should be more um private. Unless you don't want-" He didn't finish his sentence but I knew what he was saying. "Yea. I'd like that. I've been waiting for you to ask that." We went to my room and I locked the door behind us. When we were in my room he pushed me against the wall. I turned my head and saw what was to be his scars and a small red line. I wanted to frown at the thought of him continuing, but he told me at dinner that he buried the razor so instead I smiled. He started kissing my neck. I whispered "I love you." He just kept kissing me. He moved up my neck and kissed my lips. His lips were so soft. I took off my jacket while he was kissing my neck. He lead me to the bed and I straddled him. I looked into his eyes and said "Be mine?" He chuckled "Of course." He said. I was hypnotized by his talk. I love him. And it was offical. He was mine and I was his. The events that we did all night are top secret, but I'm sure you can guess what happened.
*the next morning*
I woke up in James' arms. I flipped over and smiled at him. He woke up to me putting his glasses on his face. "Good morning sweetie." I said with a smile. "Morning love." He said with morning breath. He covered his mouth and got up to go brush his teeth. I pulled the covers off of me and realized I was wearing only my cocktail dress, which was pulled up to my stomach. I smiled at myself. I was proud of the both of us.