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Emmy
The weekend goes by fast. The girls and I hang out down by the lake or in our room most of the time. Anything to avoid seeing Oliver.
It's now Monday morning, my first official day of classes.
I’m in the middle of a delectable sex dream with the drop dead gorgeous Duke from Bridgerton, when an irritating beeping sound pulls me out of a deep sleep.
"What in god's name is that awful sound?" I grumble, wrapping my pillow around my head as I roll over. "Make it stop!" I groan, annoyed that I was ripped away from the dream, just as it was getting to the good part.
"No can do, Chicka-roo. Come on, get up! First class is in an hour, and we still have to get ready before heading down to the dining hall for some breakfast. I cannot go to class on an empty tummy. I'll turn into a raging hangry bitch, and no one wants that," Charlie giggles as she starts to pull the blankets off me.
I grab on like a vice grip, not wanting to leave my burrow of warmth.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey, Girly, let's go!” she says, tugging the blanket back and we end up playing a game of tug-a-war. “If we don't get down there soon, all the good stuff is going to be gone. The boys in this place eat like pigs. And if we don't get there before they do, all we're left with is nasty oatmeal and cereal."
My eyes feel like sandpaper from crying myself to sleep last night.
"Uggggh! What time is it anyway?" I ask with a groggy voice.
"7 am, time to start the day," Charlie says in a way too perky voice for this time of day.
"Too early, wake me up for lunch,” I complain, as I pull the blanket out of her grasp and back over my head.
"Lissy, hand me that cup of water over there," Charlie says.
Oh hell no! I rip the blankets off and stumble out of bed, landing on the floor still half asleep. "I'm up, I'm up,” I mumble while rubbing my face before looking at Charlie. “God woman, you are way too cheerful in the morning."
Felicity giggles. "You should see her once she has her morning coffee. She’s like the energizer bunny for half the day."
Grabbing everything I need, I head for the bathroom. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I cringe. I look hungover.
I'm slightly embarrassed knowing that Charlie saw me in this state.
Dark lines of makeup are smudged under my eyes and my hair looks like a family of mice could live in it. This is gonna be a bitch to brush out.
Letting out a sigh, I get to work on the disaster that is my hair.
After my shower, I feel a lot better and more awake. Surprisingly, no one else has come in here yet, so I take over the sink as I get dressed and do my makeup before heading back to my room.
For my first day of school, I chose a pair of tight black jeans and a smokey grey crop top that shows just a little cleavage and stops right above my belly ring. My long brown hair hangs straight down my back and I have some light makeup on.
I'd have to wake up a hell of a lot earlier to do a full face and after last night, there is no way I would have been able to get out of bed any sooner than I did.
Putting my stuff away, I put on my glasses and grab my backpack. I turn around to find Charlie coming out of the walk-in closet. She lets out a low whistle. “You look gorgeous," she says quietly. More to herself than to me.
Slowly I take in her appearance, enjoying every sexy inch of her amazing body.
She’s wearing light blue jeans and a pale pink tank top. It’s simple but looks amazing on her.
Her long, bubblegum pink hair is in a high ponytail, and she has a full face of makeup on but it looks natural.
All I can think about is those pink luscious lips.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I say, feeling bold enough to show my attraction to her.
“Thank you,” she says with a coy smile.
I look over at Felicity. She has on a pair of dark green leggings and a mustard green form fitting long sleeve shirt. Half of her hair is pulled back, the other half curled and her makeup is done.
Damn, these girls are too hot for their own good.
"Come on, girls, I'm starving," Charlie says, breaking me out of my lust filled daze. Just then, my stomach lets out a disturbing gurgle and the girls start laughing.
"Yeah," I say laughing too. “Food sounds good.”
AFTER SOME EGGS, YUMMY bacon, and with a much needed cup of coffee in hand, we head to our first class, English. We take the seats in the back and I get a few looks my way. Word must have gotten around of my arrival. Guess being the new girl is gonna be more cause for gossip than I originally thought.
I get my books out, ready to work when laughing and shouting grabs my attention. Looking towards the door, I see three guys walk in as if they own the place.
Oliver, Ben, and Talon.
Great.
It’s way too early for this shit.
And as if the universe couldn't hate me any more, Oliver turns around.
When he spots me, his grin immediately falls, as if he’s reminding himself he has no right to be smiling. Definitely not around me.
Oliver quickly looks away again as he and Ben take their seats in the front of the room, while Talon walks over and sits on some girl’s desk and starts flirting shamelessly.
When Talon sees me looking, he smiles, licks his lips, and winks at me before turning back to the girl.
What was that?
I squirm in my seat and try to shake off the unwanted desire I feel growing in my belly.
Nope, we're gonna shut that shit down fast. NO falling for man whores, Emmy! Remember what the girls said. STDs!
I turn towards the girls to chat for a bit until a voice causes me to turn back around.
“Hey Emmy,” Oliver says, as I find him suddenly standing next to my desk. This is only the second time I’ve heard his voice in years, and I’d be lying if the sound of it doesn't cause my heart to start racing.
Looking up at Oliver, I sigh, too exhausted for this conversation. “What do you want?”
"Can we talk after class?" he asks, looking over at the girls then back to me. His blue eyes seem to be set on getting his way.
"I have absolutely nothing to say to you,” I say coldly as I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms.
He pauses for a moment and his face turns determined. “Look, I know you hate me right now, and rightfully so.”
I huff out a breath at his words and roll my eyes. “That’s an understatement,” I say cutting him off.
“But,” he carries on, “if you won’t talk to me, then I just need you to know something. What I did to you, it’s my biggest regret. I wish I could go back and do things differently. I don't regret what we did, just how it happened.”
“You fucked me on the side of a hill and left me there after taking my virginity,” I hiss, lowering my voice from prying ears.
Hearing twin gasps next to me, I grimace. I guess I wasn't quiet enough.
Oliver pales. “I know. I’m so fucking sorry, Firefly. But I need you to know that I never meant for it to be that way. When the time is right, I'll explain everything.”
He leans in closer so that only I can hear. “Until then, know this: you’re mine, Amelia Knox. You have been since we were 5 years old. I know I fucked up. Now that you're here, back in my life, I will win you back if it’s the last thing I do,” he says with confidence, and hearing that damn nickname again sends a shiver down my spine.
He backs away, a look of promise on his face, before turning around and heading back to take his seat next to Ben.
I just stare at his back, dumbfounded.
Who the fuck does he think he is?!
He can't say shit like that!
He destroyed me and left.
Dude is fucking delusional if he thinks I'm just gonna forgive him.
But I do know one thing, I am curious to hear his side of the story. Maybe it will help me to move on and heal.
"Mr. Knight. Take your seat please, class is about to begin," Mr. Luckson, the teacher says as he walks into the room and over to his desk.
“What the hell was that?” Charlie leans in close to whisper in my ear.
Shaking my head, I look at the teacher. I have no fucking clue.
Oliver is a stubborn guy. When he wants something, he normally gets it. It seems that something is now me. Fuck my life!
"All right class, for the next three weeks, we will be starting our wonderful journey into the world of Shakespeare,'' the teacher says, and the whole class groans.
Not me though. I perk up. I love William Shakespeare.
"We will be starting by talking about his life's work, him as a person, and all that fun stuff. Friday we will read A Midsummer Night's Dream and afterwards, you will be paired up in groups of two and perform a scene for the class."
That sets off another round of disapproving groans.
Talon raises his hand. "Can we pick what scene we do, and who we are paired with? Also, are there any kissing scenes? I volunteer as tribute for that," he smirks and looks over to the girl who's desk he was sitting on earlier as she blushes and giggles.
"No, Talon, I'll be assigning the groups."
Talon mutters unhappily under his breath.
God. I really hope I don't get paired with Oliver.
"You and your partner will have a week to learn your lines and practice before presenting to the class."
AFTER MY FIRST CLASS, the day seems to go by fast.
After English is Math, Science and then lunch.
Next is Gym, so Charlie, Felicity, and I head out of the school to the big building next door.
We change into our P.E. clothes and head into the part of the building where the gym is located.
There are nets set up in the middle of the room. Volleyball nets to be exact.
YAY!... not.
God, I suck at sports! I wonder if I could say it's shark week and get out of Gym for the next few classes.
"Alright everyone, listen up. Break into two groups. Girls vs boys," says a creepy looking guy with a potbelly and a whistle around his neck.
He looks around with this nasty grin on his face as he checks out some of the girls bending over while they stretch. What a pervert!
This guy gives me bad vibes.
An uneasy chill runs down my spine. I’ll be staying as far away from him as I can.
We split up into our groups and I head towards the back of the room. I hope that if I'm back here, I’ll be able to avoid having to play as much.
Charlie and Felicity look at me confused but follow me anyways.
Looking over to the guy’s side, I see most of them are attractive but it is pretty clear that Oliver, Ben, and Talon are the hottest guys at this school.
The rest of the guys look a little above average, but the other three look like men. Hot, mouth watering, tattooed MEN.
No matter how much I hate Oliver, I am not blind, and neither are the other girls because they all seem to be staring at him and his friends too.
Some preppy looking blonde chick with fake nails and big tits looks at Oliver like she wants to fuck him right here on the floor of the gym with everyone watching.
A queasy feeling washes over me and my stomach drops.
Why do I care? Who gives a rat’s ass who he fucks?! He's not mine.
But the idea of the guy I loved for years, touching someone else, brings out feelings I’d really rather not feel. This is not the guy you grew up with Emmy, not anymore.
The game starts and I make sure to keep to the back of the court, trying not to get involved to avoid embarrassing myself.
My plan is going fine, until my eyes land on Oliver’s.
It’s like the whole world disappears.
I want to look away but I’m trapped in his ocean blue eyes.
Then, out of nowhere, the ball comes flying at my face and knocks me on my ass.
Dammit! At this rate I'm gonna have a permanent bruise.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!!" I cry out as I hold my nose, trying to stop the blood that starts to gush out.
Fuming, I stand up and look around to see who the fuck hit me.
Then I find a group of girls snickering.
I stomp over to them, steam coming out of my ears as I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Who the fuck hit me?!" I demand, sounding nasally. "Are you fucking stupid?! We're on the same fucking team for fuck’s sake!" I yell, letting the F bombs drop like they’re going out of style.
The preppy blonde fake bitch, who I'm guessing is the leader of these assholes, answers.
"Sorry,” she says with fake concern, loud enough for everyone to hear. “The ball just....slipped.”
She comes closer with her creepy fake smile. When she gets in my face, it morphs into a look of murder. "Stay away from Oliver. I saw you looking at him, drooling like a pathetic little stalker. Don't even think about it. Oliver Price is mine, and I'll take down anyone who tries to steal him from me.” She backs up, putting her smile back on as she walks over to her friends.
Is she blind?
Because the way he was looking back at me didn't exactly give off "I have a girlfriend" vibes.
She doesn't need to worry about me as far as I'm concerned, because I don't want him anyways.
"All right, that's enough. Hit the showers and get ready for your next class," the creepy gym teacher, Mr. Grear, says as he walks out of the gym.
The man seems like he couldn’t care less about what just happened, not even checking with me to see if I'm okay.
What an asshole!
Not that I'd want him anywhere near me anyways.
Charlie comes up to me with a towel for my nose. “Are you okay?” She winces when I hiss out in pain as I put more pressure on my nose to stop the bleeding.
“Thanks, and no, fuck, this hurts like a bitch,” I say, my voice muffled by the towel.
“Come on, let's go to the nurse and see if it's broken,” she says as she puts her arm around me, leading me to the door. “Felicity went to get our things from the locker room. She’s gonna meet us there.”