four || i forgive you
1051 Words
I DIDN'T understand. What did he mean? I didn't tell Emily, and if anything – why was Emily helping me after the janitor's closet incident anyway?
James gave me a perplexed look before I turned around to focus on Dylan again. Like always. I kept silent.
"Say something, d**k! Why the hell did you get Emily to go after me?" He shouted at me.
I realized that this isn't the normal picking-on Dylan usually does. This is serious and this is bad. Dylan is really mad at me, so much that I think he might actually kill me when no one else is around.
Dylan must've gotten so angry at my silence, since he raised his hand, threatening to hit me. Only to be stopped by the principal.
"Jase, my office - now."
Dylan gritted his teeth before following the principal. Dylan would have definitely hit me, if it weren't for the principal.
Throughout the school day, I kept thinking about why Emily would do that.
To be honest, I was still thinking about why she bothers to talk to me at all. One day, everyone minds their own business, the next Emily is kissing me in the hall.
And then after that, Emily beats up the person I've been having trouble with since middle school.
Eventually, school came to an end, and I decided to go straight home instead of going to the library. There was too much on my mind today to go.
I waited at my locker for James, since we're going over to his house to play video-games.
"Mase!" I heard a familiar voice say behind me.
I turned around to see James walking towards me. I swung my backpack onto my shoulders, since we're probably going to leave now.
I started walking towards the exit, with James trailing behind me. I left the building and saw Emily standing there with her friends, laughing. Then she met my eye, and started walking towards me.
Great, she was now going to kill me.
"I need to talk to you, dork." She told me.
I looked over her shoulder, and saw that her friends stopped laughing – and that they were watching me and Emily with caution.
Then I looked behind my shoulder, and saw James watching with a confused face. I just shrugged my shoulders at him, before turning back around to face Emily, and nodded at her.
Emily grabbed my hand and started walking away from everyone.
"Look, Emily, about the jani—" I tried apologizing, but she beat me to it.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I forgive you. But that's not what I came to talk to you about." She told me.
My eyebrows scrunched together. What? That's not it? I wasn't going to die, after all!
"I need you to be my date." Emily told me.
My eyes widened. Did I hear her correctly? Date?
Why, oh why, does this have to happen to me? She brings so much questions that I can't help but think about. It's so frustrating.
But, date?
"What do you mean?" I asked, unsure of what else to say.
She just sighed and slapped her forehead.
"Didn't you hear me? I need a date, and since you're one of the guys that don't look to court me, I figured you'd be the best option." She explained.
Still, I know jocks who don't want to court Emily – why does she want me to go? She's so confusing and at the other end of interpretable.
I nodded at her reasoning – only because I'm not going to get myself into trouble with her, like I already did yesterday.
"Here's my number, call me as soon as you can, so I can text you the details." And then, with that, she left.
I was in the middle of beating James in Call of Duty, when I remembered I should have called Emily.
Damn it.
I decided to put down my controller, meaning James got the upper hand and killed me. I didn't care. If I didn't do this, I would probably die in real life too.
I took the tiny piece of paper Emily handed over to me, and dialled the number. If this was a prank, I would definitely be the laugh at school.
Please be real.
"What?"
I heard Emily's voice, and to say I was relieved would be an understatement.
"Er, hey, this is—"
"About time, dork. I don't like waiting."
I already knew that, I thought to myself. James was too busy playing the virtual game to pay attention to my phone call – something I was grateful for.
"Yeah, sorry. So, what did you want me to call you for?" I asked.
"I'll text you details. However, make sure you turn up in a tuxedo. Later, dork."
Before Emily hung up, I decided to use this as an opportunity to ask her about earlier. I needed to know why she beat up Dylan. It's not like he didn't deserve it, but it's just that I want to know why she cares.
"Wait! Did you beat up Dylan earlier?" I took my chances.
I heard nothing. The phone call was still connected, meaning she didn't hang up.
I was starting to think she was waiting for me to hang up, until I heard Emily take a deep breath.
"Yes I did."
My eyebrows scrunched together. She did. But why? Since the confidence was still flowing inside my veins – however weird that sounded – I decided to ask her why.
Once again, she stayed silent. But after a while, she started speaking, before hanging up the phone call and not giving me any time to reply.
"Because he deserved it and you clearly wouldn't do it yourself."
I put my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and walked back to where James was.
"I won the game." James told me.
He started explaining his tactic in how he beat the other players, but I couldn't hear him – my thoughts were too loud.
So Emily did beat up Dylan, because 'he deserved it and I wouldn't do it'.
But Dylan didn't do anything wrong to Emily; in fact, he tries to act like an angel around Emily.
So the question is.. why did she hurt him?
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