We Found Each Other

Different Stars: Emalie and Ryle.

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EMALIE'S PERSPECTIVE:

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Frankly, I was distraught and aggravated when I discovered Megan on the lawn, chortling with Samantha and Leila; her main bitches.

"Exactly! If Tyler dates someone it will be you. Did you look at her? There's no way she can even compare to you, " I heard Samantha saying.

"She's right! Don't you worry we'll put that hussy in her place today—" Leila stopped bitching when she saw me dashing towards them with my usual fake smile.

I always dealt with fake bitches in their language, by being fake. Though, I knew they were all lowkey afraid of me. They still played friends so I played along.

"Hey, Em darling! Come join us!" Megan squeaked in her strangled voice.

"Sure, but can I know who invited you?" I flung a glare at her after smiling.

"Oh, c'mon, why would I need an invite? I'm where my friends are! And today is Linnet sweetie's day. Where is she?"

"Hah! Like seriously?" I scoffed in disbelief. "Leila, Samantha! Who were you bitching about just a second ago?" I flashed a glare at them both. They stood there unnerved peeking between me and Megan while she swallowed hard.

I wasn't buying it at all, there's a limit to how fake a person can be. It was taking my every nerve to not just crush their skulls and ribs at once. "Tell me, now!" I boomed.

Leila poked Samantha, and she uttered, "Linnet. B-but we weren't bitching we just—"

"Enough." I interrupted her. "Now, now, Megan. Stop your drama and leave her the f**k alone."

"Emalie! No, darling! You're getting me wrong. I was—" I couldn't take her acting and playing dumb anymore so I stepped on her foot with my heel, her lies got interrupted by her own scream.

"Stop now, would you?" I said as I removed my foot and she scowled up at me with her hands on her knees.

"Stop bullying her!" Leila shrieked. I stepped towards her with my cold gaze on her as she took a few backwards. "Would you like me to crush your toes as well?" I smirked and stopped there.

"Let's see how long you can manipulate her into being your friend. With that temper of yours, no one can tolerate you, b***h!" Megan dared to snap at me while hiding her trembling hands.

I tried to take a few breaths and calm myself but it didn't help.

'She hasn't seen my temper yet, should I show her?'

My hands formed into fists—ready to break her jaw— but as soon as they were about to hit her face, someone grabbed me by my waist and I got dumped on his shoulder as he kept striding.

I was fuming, and whoever this person was, he was so dead now. Attempting a backflip could possibly free me but breaking my favourite heels was a risk I couldn't take.

When he took me out of the lawn, I started to use my fists to hurt his back, in hopes that he'd lose his grip around the back of my thighs. I punched, but damn, his strong back stayed unharmed.

"Calm down, I'm not trying to abduct you. I don't want to die young." A recognisable voice stated. It was Ryle. I sighed. I didn't notice before but, he kinda smelled nice, like grapefruits and oceans.

'But wait, I was mad furious seconds ago, what happened to that?'

Ryle made me sit on the roof of his car, looked at me with one of his hands on his hips and the other ruffled his dark brown locks while he breathed and laughed.

'I hate to admit but, no way, I'm not thinking about him in that way but— HOLY SMOKES! He looks hot.'

It could be that I was so used to seeing him in hoodies, all cute and goofy. His royal blue suit shirt, and clear azure eyes did make him look striking.

"You were about to beat the crap out of her. Now I understand why Kyle said I should fear you." He climbed up the bonnet and sat beside me.

"Don't even remind me of that, you saved her today but that doesn't mean you'll not pay for that." I rolled my eyes.

"Whoa, you get mad so easily! Look up." He gazed up with his mouth hung open a little, and a childish smile. "Look at the stars and try to loosen yourself, just relax."

The inkiness of the sky was illuminated by a few stars that clung onto it.

"They're pretty." I normally wouldn't say that, it's not like I hadn't seen stars before, but these were different. These stars were pretty.

"If I say you're prettier, you'd punch me for being cheesy, right?"

"Try me."

He cackled mumbling 'I knew it' in inhumane noises.

At the point when he was done with his laugh, he said: "Don't pay attention to whatever she said about your temper."

"Where's the lie, though? She is right, I'm an intolerable b***h. And out of all people you must know that well."

"Yeah, I know your personality. Actually, I know you better than anyone. Your temper doesn't make you bad or intolerable, it's just a result of all the bullshit you've dealt with for so long." His eyes were losing the playfulness they carried until a cheeky smile lit up his face again, "And I wouldn't like my Emalie without a badass temper."

Goosebumps trotted up my arms when he used the word 'my' before my name. No one had ever said my name like this, with so much intimacy and fondness, not even my parents—they would just chop each other's head off one day.

"How do you know me so well, we've been friends from like a week ago?"

"I've watched you. No—no I'm not some crazy stalker of yours. But we were in the same middle school... if you remember." He hesitated.

The rememberings of middle school jammed my mind. When I used to be weak, one of the pushovers.

"I hate myself for being a coward at that time. To just watch you getting bullied and do nothing about it. That's why it took me years to come over to you." His bleak blue eyes looked sad, guilty and glossy.

He did really understand me better. My anger was just an aftermath of being bullied. I could no longer stand bullies and that's why I got furious often.

"Why would you hate yourself? It's not like you were the only one watching. And I've gotten over it all. I'm not the same Emalie anymore."

That was true. to be strong, to not be a doormat nerd, I had completely changed myself in the past few years. And it had been working quite well, I intimidated everyone now. The only drawback was, I never had any true friends. That was until Linnet and these guys came in my life.

"Uh... that's because..."

"You like me." I threw a guess casually catching him off-guard.

"Yeah, you're right I've liked you for years and you do have a right to turn me down as I—"

"Shut up!" I interrupted him as I glared at his flustered expression.

Out of everything, his response to my guess was the most unexpected thing ever for me. Who could like a despicable b***h like me? Maybe a crackhead could.

"How are you so sure I'm gonna turn you down? I might like you too." I softened my gaze.

"You're serious? Answer without a 'might'!" His eyes expanded, stunned by my answer.

In all honesty, I used to be low-key jealous of his likeable goofy personality that's why I just didn't like him at first for no particular reason.

Given that he was a Stephenson, loaded, good looks and also a lot of attention, it was indeed weird to think he'd be confessing to someone like me. The only time we even held hands was when I threw a punch and he caught it.

 "Only if you tell me why do you like me out of all the girls you could easily have?"

"You're right, there are so many girls... so many people around me all the time. But the problem is, there isn't a single Emalie that I need. It wouldn't matter to me if everyone turned away from me one day but you, Emalie, if I'm unable to see you or your smile anymore, I think I'd simply lose my mind." Creases emerged on his forehead.

I could have said something instead of only looking at his handsome face and honest eyes. Nonetheless, I chose to be silent so I could hear him more. I wanted to listen to him without saying a word. To me, it was entirely unknown how simple words could hold such affection.

"Now you might think I'm just spouting nonsense but trust me, I've never been sincerer in my life before." His pinky finger touched mine. "It's you and no one else can be you. No one else can have a personality or temper like you. I just love you whole."

'Did he just say love?' No one had ever made me feel so adored for just being me. And Ryle, he always had a way to crush my walls, barge in, and make me melt.

"So tell me, Emalie, will you date me?" He asked with the cutest smile I had ever seen on his face.

"Yes!" I replied with a grin on my face, I couldn't help, his smile was indeed contagious.

"I love when you smile like this, please smile often, for me." He kissed my dimples and I... I just froze there with my eyes widened. Was it my heart fluttering or the butterflies in my stomach?