Her Unarmed Savior

Envy

David shrugs. "Don't know. This dumbass," he points at Brant, "dragged us here."

I look cautiously at Brant. He avoids looking at me. If I didn't know better, I'd say that he's nervous.

Brant and nervous don't fit together in the same sentence, Emerald.

I didn't know this day would come that I'd agree with you, subconscious.

Suddenly, Brant sends a smirk in my direction and says, "I just wanted a firsthand experience of sitting with good girls."

Not the best answer. I knew that he thought of us as good girls. Bloody judgemental butthole.

Veronica snorts, "Yeah, right. It's funny how you expect us to believe this bullshit."

Brant leans forward on the table, "Well guess what, I don't really care what you think. I didn't really plan on making you believe what I said. Trust me." He leans back in his chair.

"Listen you--" Veronica begins but I cut her off.

"It's fine. Let's not argue over it, please?" I plead to Veronica.

Her face softens, "Okay, but this is only because you want to stop it, Em."

I let out a sigh of relief.

A while later, Brant nudges me. I turn to him.

"What?" I ask.

"Thanks, Elle." he smiles.

"My name is Emer-" I stop when I realise that it's the first time I've seen Brant Richmond smiling and that too, at me. Me. I don't even know why I feel so happy. But I just do.

"I know your name is Emerald," Brant's voice brings me out of my reverie, "but I like to call you by different names. Call me insane, if you will." He shrugs.

"It's alright." I smile weakly at him.

"Good." With that our conversation was over.

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School is finally over and I am now standing in front of my locker thinking of ways I could prolong going back home to Troy.

A chill runs through me. Even the thought of Troy sickens me and I feel nauseated.

I punch in the code of my locker and open it only to have it shut back again. I turn my head to look at Bernice.

I think I forgot to introduce her. Bernice is the Regina George of our school. Blonde with blue eyes, hot, easy, manipulative, jealous and a witch. With a capital B. No, scratch that. With all the letters of witch with a B, capital.

"Stay away from him." she says to me while blowing air on her nails.

My twin brows become a unibrow in immense confusion. "Him?" I finally question.

"You know who I am talking about. Don't play pretend with me." she continues blowing air on her nails. An act which is irritating me but it's not like I can tell her to stop.

"I honestly don't know who you're talking about, Bernice." I voice out timidly.

She laughs and I swear I've heard the same laugh in that Snow White animated movie. No, she didn't laugh like Snow White. More like the evil stepmother of her. But who knows, it can be the jealousy speaking.

Yup, I admit that I am jealous of her. Maybe not jealous but more envious. I envy everything in her except for her brain. She, kinda, has a vacancy in her skull. But other than that, she is walking perfection. Goddess-like body, a flawless face with the best features and a long line of guys pining for her. For just a night, that is, but still. I have a face which God made in a rush, a not-so-curvy body (Yay! Not.) and perfection doesn't know my address.

Congratulations Emerald! You've reached a whole new level of low self-esteem. Who would you like to thank for this victory?

I appreciate your sarcasm, subconscious but I can't do anything. I'll always be the little envious Emerald, who'd become the greatest geneticist on earth but still would come back home to her 9 cats and 7 dogs. In short, Forever Alone. Sigh.

"Emerald! Are you here? Earth to Emerald." Bernice waves her hand in front of me.

"Yeah, I'm here. I just.. I really don't know who you want me to stay away from."

She sighs loudly and puts her hand on her forehead. An action that says, rather loudly, 'My God, I am talking to an i***t'. How cute.

"Brant. Stay away from Brant. Please. I really like him and I can't lose him. Please, Emerald." she pleads.

She's not that bad, as you can see. So, that Regina George statement is what my envy spoke.

I barely nod my head and she takes it as a 'yes' and leaves without a single word more.

Nope. Not weird at all.

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