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&quot;So this was all just a game to you . . .this whole time, you pretended to like me in order to humiliate me in front of the entire school?&quot; An air of melancholia surrounded me, eyes watery like never before. &quot;Were your feelings for me ever real?&quot;<br /> There wasn&#039;t even a trace of an apologetic expression on his features as he tucked his hands in his pockets, before he gave a nonchalant shrug.<br /> The sudden urge for revenge became a prominent priority.<br /> He regarded me passively. &quot;It&#039;s not my fault that you fell for me in the first place.&quot; he justified as he advanced my way, closing the gap between us.<br /> Unstably, I strode backwards on the concrete.<br /> &quot;. . .stay back.&quot; I whimpered. &quot;You&#039;re nothing but cold hearted.&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> &quot;It&#039;s so good to have you back Emery.&quot;<br /> &quot;Yeah, it was about time.&quot;<br /> I stare at my two best friends in complete annoyance as they mention both sentences simultaneously. That is probably the thirtieth time they&#039;ve said those words. Nonetheless, I ignore them and drink my water. We&#039;re sat at a table in the cafeteria where for once the table&#039;s near an isolated area. If there&#039;s one thing I hate about cafeterias; they&#039;re extremely noisy.<br /> Aaliyah clasps her hands together. &quot;So Emery, did you check your snapchat today? I sent you like about a thousand snaps.&quot;<br /> I throw her a dumbfounded expression. &quot;With Ms. Sanders watching my every move. . . it&#039;s impossible to check my phone, not even for a second. She&#039;s already given me a two thousand word essay on the nuclear energy for the weekend.&quot;<br /> &quot;Oh right, I forgot you had a science class in the third period, my bad. That teacher of yours has a terrible sense of fashion.&quot; Aaliyah criticizes before taking a bite of her crispy taco - well, what&#039;s left of it.<br /> We both laugh at what she&#039;s said. Meet Aaliyah aka the fashion police. She&#039;s definitely no stranger to the fashion world with her gorgeous outfits that complement her light brown skin complexion.<br /> Today&#039;s one of those days when she&#039;s wearing a black jacket and shirt with the word YEEZUS imprinted on it. Her indigo boyfriend jeans contrast well with the black colour of her sportive sneakers and Céline handbag.<br /> With that kind of style, you can definitely say that she has great taste in fashion. Natalie and I normally go for the casual, simple skinny jeans and flats kind of style compared to Aaliyah who occasionally wears brand clothes.<br /> Natalie&#039;s currently sitting next to me whereas Aaliyah is opposite the both of us. She&#039;s always been the quiet type compared to Aaliyah who always loves to hear herself talk. She&#039;s kind of the don&#039;t-kill-my-vibe type of girl. Although she usually doesn&#039;t say much, she can be pretty funny when she wants to be.<br /> Distancing myself from their new discussion, I spot Anthony sitting at a table with a blonde haired girl a couple of feet away from our table. I scrunch my eyebrows when I instantly realize the girl being none other than - Stacey Hastings.<br /> Sensing my lack of communication, Natalie nudges my arm with her elbow. &quot;Earth to Emery were you even listening to me?&quot;<br /> &quot;Since when did Anthony and Stacey share tables?&quot; I inquire, completely dismissing her question.<br /> &quot;Oh, you didn&#039;t know?&quot;<br /> I shoot Aaliyah a confused expression. &quot;Didn&#039;t know what?&quot;<br /> &quot;Wow, you really need to catch up fast.&quot;<br /> &quot;They&#039;ve been dating since last summer.&quot; Natalie states rather bluntly, I might add.<br /> I spit my water through the atmosphere, forming a mist. Luck seems to be on my side today since no one was quick to capture the moment of what just happened.<br /> &quot;You have got to be kidding me. I was going to eat that apple, thanks a lot Em.&quot; Aaliyah glowers at me.<br /> Natalie slightly tosses her tray on the other side of the table. &quot;On second thought I think I&#039;ve lost my appetite.&quot;<br /> &quot;Gee. . .I&#039;m sorry but did it ever occur to you guys of mentioning Anthony&#039;s latest fling to me?&quot;<br /> &quot;A lot&#039;s changed since you left Em and besides, why do you even care?&quot; Aaliyah inquires.<br /> &quot;It&#039;s not that I care, I just can&#039;t believe that Anthony&#039;s kept this from me.&quot;<br /> &quot;You expected Anthony to disclose that he was dating her, right after you&#039;ve been completely avoiding him for the past two years?&quot;<br /> Aaliyah instantly nods her head. &quot;I totally agree with Natalie!&quot;<br /> &quot;Well he&#039;s my best friend!&quot;<br /> Rolling her eyes, Aaliyah lifts her arm up in exasperation. &quot;Girl, be real with yourself! When was the last time you&#039;ve spoken to Anthony?&#039;&#039;<br /> &quot;Today actually, after third period we had a civil conversation.&quot; I answer as I inwardly try not to replay the earlier confrontation I had with him.<br /> I may not fully know what he did to you but Emery, I am not the one to blame.<br /> I can still hear his words echoing in my head.<br /> &quot;Judging by your voice tone, I&#039;m guessing your conversation with Anthony didn&#039;t end so well.&quot; Natalie says, stating the obvious.<br /> Aaliyah raises a quizzical eyebrow. &quot;Yeah, what did you guys talk about?&quot;<br /> Shifting uneasily in my spot, I reveal the entire story. In general, I explain how Anthony knew that I was avoiding him, how he claimed to have no part in Dean&#039;s lame scheme two years ago, and how he didn&#039;t want to be blamed for Dean&#039;s actions.<br /> &quot;Anthony&#039;s right, you do need to stop pushing him away. . . I mean come on, he&#039;s always been a good friend of yours.&quot;<br /> Nodding absentmindedly, I flicker my eyes up to meet Aaliyah&#039;s gaze. &quot;You&#039;re probably right, I do need to put the past behind me.&quot;<br /> &quot;If it&#039;s any consolation, Dean&#039;s not attending school today.&quot; Natalie informs me before the bell rings, alerting students to prepare for the final period.<br /> &quot;Natalie, you&#039;ve obviously mistaken me for someone who gives a prick.&quot; I say dismissively.<br /> &quot;Alright. . .I won&#039;t ever mention his name again.&quot; Natalie mumbles nervously.<br /> Once our conversation ends, we head towards our respective lockers to collect our calculus textbooks for the last period.<br /> If I were to hear his voice two years ago, I probably would have felt the physical sensation of fireflies erupting in my stomach which lead to an increased heart rate and a common feeling of excitement.<br /> But as I&#039;m standing in the parking lot; clenching my fists with a scowl plastered across my face, I am prepared to face the devil in disguise.<br /> &quot;Do you own this property? That&#039;s right I didn&#039;t think so.&quot; I sneer with venom dripping from my every word after turning around.<br /> When it comes to my encounters with Dean, I always have to be on guard.<br /> &quot;You didn&#039;t answer the question.&quot; Dean bellows, his eyes narrow as they tighten around the edges. This is exactly how we&#039;ve been addressing each other two years ago with our exchanged bickering and vulgar insults. I can&#039;t even begin to explain how the boy standing right in front of me, has managed to cause me a lot of pain in the past. His reappearance in my life, triggers bad memories I so desperately have tried to push at the back of my head.<br /> Every part of me despises him with a passion.<br /> Was I not informed of his absence for the whole day? I&#039;m not ready to face him just yet. It&#039;s all just too much.<br /> My heart is beating so hard against my ribcage that I&#039;m practically sure he can hear it.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m not obliged to answer your irrelevant question.&quot; I spit out in disdain.<br /> &quot;No see, what&#039;s going to happen is, I&#039;m going to drive you to the airport and you&#039;re gonna take a plane to go back to wherever you came from.&quot; he snarls, pulling his facial expression into a tight frown.<br /> I throw him a death glare. &quot;Me and you in the same car. . .yeah, I think I&#039;ll pass.&quot;<br /> For what seems like ages, he doesn&#039;t say anything, probably trying to come up with the next insult he&#039;s prepared to throw in my way.<br /> Alas.<br /> I immediately beat him up to it. &quot;I&#039;m going to pretend that I never had this conversation with you and ignore you throughout the whole semester. Now Get Lost.&quot;<br /> &quot;You&#039;ve got to be kidding me. . .&quot; he throws me a darkened expression which directly causes my fists to clench harder. &quot;So you&#039;re staying here for the whole semester?&quot; he echoes, making a low guttural sound of hostility in his throat.<br /> I glare at him sharply as he approaches me slowly, his 6&#039;2 towering my 5&#039;9 frame. He&#039;s so tall that I&#039;m having to lift my head a couple of times just to see his face.<br /> Lividness surges within since all I want to do is punch him in the face for wearing that arrogant expression of his.<br /> He&#039;s standing so close to me that I can practically feel his breath fanning my nose. I can&#039;t think straight due to the close proximity. I&#039;ll do anything to be anywhere else but here.<br /> &quot;Why don&#039;t you leave her alone Dean?&quot; I never thought I&#039;d be happy to hear that voice until now. Ladies and gentlemen, Anthony coming to the rescue.<br /> &quot;Dude, this is between me and her.&quot; Dean indicates, averting his gaze towards Anthony&#039;s direction.<br /> &quot;Come on Dean, she&#039;s been through a lot! Just give her some space.&quot; Anthony tells him as he throws me a pitiful look.<br /> Throughout the day, I&#039;ve had many students throw me, their pitiful looks. I&#039;m so sick of people always feeling sorry for me, I can defend and take care of myself. I know Anthony means well, but this is my battle to fight, not his.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m back in town Dean and there&#039;s nothing you can do about it. And if you have a problem with that, then write it on a piece of paper and stick it up your hip.&quot; I say vehemently.<br /> After studying him, I notice his eyes give away a flicker of anger as he says. &quot;You must be crazy to think that this conversation&#039;s close to being over.&quot; I watch him take his retreat before he marches towards the football field.<br /> &quot;Emery, are you okay?&quot; Anthony inquires after a few minutes of heavy silence.<br /> &quot;Yes, I&#039;m fine!&quot; I respond hastily, regaining my casual posture.<br /> &quot;Emery, you know I can always tell when you&#039;re lying to me.&quot; he adds, taking a few steps towards me and closes the gap between us.<br /> I remain still, glancing around uneasily. I guess people forgot to re-evaluate their definition of personal space today. &quot;Seriously I&#039;m fine, now if you&#039;ll excuse me I need to go home.&quot; I say, taking a few steps backwards but before I can turn my shoulder, his hand immediatly catches my arm with his fingers wrapping around my elbow.<br /> &quot;Wait Emery, I. . .&quot;<br /> &quot;Babe, I&#039;ve been looking everywhere for you.&quot; Not this again, I don&#039;t think I can handle anymore of the drama. All I want to do is go home, eat one of my dad&#039;s yummy homemade lasagna and go to sleep.<br /> Walking towards our direction, I watch Stacey as she immediately swoons over Anthony, sending me a death glare. I seem to be getting a lot of those lately.<br /> &quot;Is she bothering you?&quot; I look up surprised at what she&#039;s just said. The nerve of her. Never before have I met such an ill conceited bad girl. She&#039;s talking to him about me as if I don&#039;t even exist .<br /> &quot;You know what Stacey? Your mouth looks better when it&#039;s closed.&quot; I snap bitterly, sending her a death glare. I can&#039;t even believe that we used to be best friends.<br /> &quot;What did you just say to me?&quot; she gasps, taking a few steps forward.<br /> &quot;Would you calm down Stacey? I was just talking to her, she wasn&#039;t bothering me.&quot; Anthony comes between Stacey and I, restricting her movements towards me.<br /> &quot;Why don&#039;t you just do everyone a huge favor and go back to Boston. Run like the huge chicken that you&#039;ve always been.&quot;<br /> &quot;Keep talking, one day you&#039;ll end up saying something intelligent.&quot; I turn around and head straight to my car without bothering to give the couple a second glance. I exhale deeply once I&#039;m inside the vehicle. What was I thinking, convincing myself that coming back here was such a good idea? I should have known better!<br /> The weekend passes by faster than I expected, and as usual, Monday quickly makes it&#039;s debut again. I seriously hate waking up very early to go to school everyday, it&#039;s so aggravating.<br /> After grabbing my bag from the bed, I check my wristwatch.<br /> I only have twenty minutes left to get to school which means I may not have enough time to eat breakfast. I seriously need to practice getting up very early in the mornings. I stagger my way down two flights of stairs to the kitchen and hurriedly retrieve a snack from the cabinet. Knowing dad&#039;s usually sleeping aroud this time in the morning, I don&#039;t bother to greet him.<br /> Jamming to the music on my iPod, I walk towards the garage where both my Mercedes-Benz and my dad&#039;s black colored Range Rover are stationed. After clicking the unlock button on my car key, I slide into the vehicle before abruptly tossing my bag onto the passenger seat.<br /> The ride from my house to school isn&#039;t really long. Sure, it consists of a twenty minutes walk but it&#039;s only an eight minutes car drive. The car slows and smoothly comes to halt once I&#039;m in the parking lot. After hearing the school bell ring from inside my vehicle, I frantically unbuckle my seatbelt and prepare to leave the car but I instantly freeze indoors once I realize what I&#039;m seeing from a distance.<br /> In another black vehicle are two teenagers, who are aggressively making out. I pull a disgusting expression at the scene before me.<br /> &quot;They really need to get a room.&quot; I say to myself. The brunette girl is straddled on top of the guy who -<br /> Wait a minute.<br /> I know him.<br /> It seems that the mystery guy appears to be none other than Dean Darnell.<br /> My face morphs into pure disgust. Not wanting to see anymore of this very disturbing scene, I open the door to my car and slam it shut with all the strength in me.<br /> You really shouldn&#039;t have slammed the door so hard.<br /> That&#039;s all I manage to register in my mind because after pulling that stunt, they both apprehend that they have company and rapidly pull away from each other. I gulp and stand statue-still in the parking lot once they&#039;ve now averted their attention to me. Dean&#039;s eyebrows quirk in an angry fashion and his eyes flame in fire once he acknowledge&#039;s my presence. I grimace towards his direction as well.<br /> Picking up all the courage that&#039;s left in me, I slowly turn around and speedily walk towards the school&#039;s building entrance with one thought in mind.<br /> I guess he really hasn&#039;t changed a single bit.<br /> The day hasn&#039;t turned out to be a nightmare as I thought compared to Friday.<br /> If that were only the case.<br /> Just as I&#039;m heading towards my locker and prepare for the second period, a pair of strong hands enclose my arm and pull me straight into the janitor&#039;s closet.<br /> Before I know what&#039;s happening, my whole body is pinned against the walls of the room. Expecting it to be a kidnapper, I silently pray to the heavens for them to help me escape this terror.<br /> Today&#039;s the day that you&#039;re going to get kidnapped.<br /> My expectation&#039;s short lived as I witness before me, the face of the creature that I despise the most in this planet.<br /> &quot;We need to talk!&quot;<br /> Dean&#039;s face is inches from mine and for the first time I can see just how pissed and angry he is.<br /> &quot;There&#039;s absolutely nothing for us to talk about.&quot; I reply vehemently as I push myself away from him and detach my arm from his tight grip.<br /> &quot;I think we do,&quot; his voice is rough. &quot;You can&#039;t tell anyone of what you saw today in the parking lot.&quot;<br /> &quot;Of you engaged in some lip-lock with whatever her name may be. . . now why would I even bother?&quot;<br /> His glare is boring holes through my skull. &quot;Just for once, do as you&#039;re told and stop pretending like it didn&#039;t affect you.&quot;<br /> I blink, unable to digest the words that just came out of his mouth.<br /> &quot;What is wrong with you?&quot; I holler as I shove my hands into his chest. &quot;Why would it even affect me? You&#039;re such a conceited prick. . .you need a doze of reality.&quot;<br /> &quot;This,&quot; I gesture at the open space between us. &quot;What we used to have was a big mistake. I don&#039;t have any feelings for you anymore and as far as I&#039;m concerned, you&#039;re dead to me so there&#039;s no reason for me to be jealous.&quot;<br /> It&#039;s been building to this, all the unresolved tension and frustration has been building to this very moment. I am not prepared for the outcome.<br /> It seems like an hour but a few seconds pass before he speaks. &quot;I can tell you&#039;ve still not managed to move on from the past.&quot; His voice is cold and my heart lodges into my throat.<br /> His words pierce my heart but I manage to look away as I try to regulate my tense breathing.<br /> &quot;You don&#039;t know how I&#039;m feeling so I suggest that you stop talking right now.&quot; I can feel the tears welling up behind my eyes as I glare at him. He&#039;s breaking our silent deal to never mention the unspoken.<br /> I won&#039;t cry. . .I won&#039;t give him that sort of satisfaction.<br /> &quot;You know I&#039;m right.&quot; He moves to block my path when I start for the janitor&#039;s room. &quot;Stop pretending like you&#039;re over it when we both know that you&#039;re not.&quot; It&#039;s too much, it&#039;s all just too much. I tilt my head to face him but I know that it&#039;s a very big mistake because as soon as my eyes are locked with his, everything around me fades away. His cold expression shatters me and there&#039;s nothing I can do to stop it.<br /> &quot;Look Dean, I could care less if you&#039;re out sleeping around with different girls.&quot; I declare while taking a few steps backwards.<br /> &quot;This conversation was simply unnecessary and a complete waste of my time. If you thought that I&#039;d actually spend my precious time, spreading the news to everyone that you were caught making out with some random girl because you thought it affected me—&quot; I pause to take a deep breath before finishing my sentence.<br /> &quot;—then you definitely have another thing coming.&quot;<br /> I spin on my heels before I rush out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.<br /> Pressing my back against the door, I take the time to process everything that has just happened. I can feel all the emotions rising up from within and that&#039;s when I feel the tears come from out of nowhere.<br /> I had promised myself that I wasn&#039;t going to cry, I had promised myself to not get fragile whenever I&#039;d be in his presence.

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