Bakersville Middle school***It was the last year of middle school. The rumors had long died down, both the ones that were true and the ones that were fake. It had been months since Gabriel had stepped in to defend Emily from the saga of the first kiss and the rumors that came with it and she had managed to go through it unscathed but so much had changed while still remaining the same.Something had shifted in Emily. She couldn’t place it, but something had changed.She had expected to be thankful to Gabriel for what he had done but she found herself thinking and feeling something entirely different. She found herself feeling and thinking that if Gabriel hadn’t taken on that mindless dare in the first place, she wouldn’t have had to be protected in the first place.She found herself feeling and thinking that Gabriel was essentially protecting her from himself. She didn’t know how to feel about this. She didn’t know how to deal with this realization. As soon as it came, it did so wit
EMILY***“You’re up early,” Nila said to me. She was still in bed while I was making mine. “I need to go to the library,” I said, “I have a lot of work to catch up with.”It was the next day after Harper had come to my room to tell me about Gabriel. I had spent the whole night thinking about things. I could not get myself to admit that I had been wrong. I didn’t want to accept that Gabriel was trying to protect me, because it was something he had never done before. It made things even more suspicious. He was off the hook for the text but I reasoned that if he had not done what he did in high school the person sending the text wouldn’t have had to protect me in the first place. All of this was his fault. There was nothing for me to apologize for because I was cleaning up the mess that he made all those years ago. I wouldn't let him do it for me. It was too late for him to try and make amends. The time for him to do what was right had passed and he would not be getting another chance
GABRIEL***"Have a great weekend," the professor said and as soon as he walked out I flew out the door after him.I needed to go back to my room and figure out what I was going to do about this whole anonymous text situation, now that I was all alone. It was annoying to have to figure this out alone when I wasn't the only one involved and when I didn't know where to start but I had motivation: my reputation was on the line.The only thing I had been able to preserve as my childhood and teenage years were falling apart was at stake, and I needed to make sure it remained intact and untouched by the trauma of my past. If I was being honest, I had to keep reminding myself of that because my default thought had been 'you're doing this for Emily', but why would I do something for someone who clearly didn't want my help, someone who actually thought I was the culprit?My anger had subsided over time since our interaction, but not to the point where I could understand her because I couldn't
EMILY***"We have no choice, Emily," Harry said to me as he practically dragged me to Gabriel's room.He was of the idea that we should work together to catch the person who had been sending the texts and it was an idea I hated. Being in the same room was awkward on its own. I couldn't imagine also having to apologize for how I had acted.Nobody had asked me to do it, but I knew it was the right thing to do and I hated that I did. I had a feeling he would gloat. He would hold it over my head because there was never an instance where he had been right and I had been wrong. It had always been the other way around."I don't want to," I said, fidgeting as much as I could.I was being a big baby and I knew it. What Harry was suggesting made sense. There was no point in us going after the same person separately. It just didn't make sense. If that person knew that we were not working together, maybe they would even take that chance to make things worse. It was better if we were just united.
GABRIEL***I’ve seen that you have decided to work together. And with your significant others, too. How cute. If you want to keep your reputation, you’re going to have to do what I want. And I want both of you to find out who I am, alone. You can’t tell your partners. If I find out that you did, I will ruin your life. The first test to see whether you are agreeing to my terms is for the both of you to go to the football pitch tomorrow night. Remember, if you tell your partners I will find out.This text was sent to me early in the morning and I have not been able to sleep ever since I got it. Sleeping had been hard enough because we had not made any progress in the meeting that we had had under Harry’s suggestion. I knew that it would be awkward, and although she apologized, Emily still found a way to make things difficult.I knew her enough to know that she was making the comments she made because she was bitter about the fact that she was wrong and I was right. She hated the though
EMILY ***“Where are you going?” Nila asked.Was my roommate out of bounds too? Was I also not supposed to tell her? I couldn’t risk it. The person who sent the text could have been watching for all I knew.“I’m going to get some air. I have a lot on my mind,” I said, deciding to take the easy way out. I needed to be careful. My reputation was at stake.Nila turned in her bed and kept scrolling through her phone and I took that as a sign that she had bought my excuse. I walked towards the field. I had gotten the text from the person the day before and it had shaken me. It meant a few things. They were watching. There was no way around things. They were capable of following through on what they had said they would do.It had thrown me off balance. It felt like my reputation was like an egg in their hands and my own, and if I wasn’t careful it would break and make a mess of things, make a mess of the new start I had gotten for myself. I couldn’t risk it. I needed to be careful.The mee
EMILY***I had made it back to my dorm room and I had hoped to get some sleep before I had to wake up again for my classes but I had been unable to sleep. The fact that I was right shook me to my core. I had correctly predicted that the person who was sending us the texts was targeting our relationships.I had shared this with Gabriel at that moment and I could tell he also knew that it was true. It just made sense. We managed to find out the reason, but we had many other problems. The first problem was the fact that we couldn’t share this information with Harry and Harper.It was clear that we couldn’t work with them anymore, because the person, who was clearly spying on us would consider that as us having told them what they had asked us to do. The second problem was the new perspective this realization had given us, the realization being that it was not us who had enemies, but it was either Harper or Harry.Targets had been placed on our backs for the mere fact that we were dating
EMILY***“What are you talking about?” I asked, already feeling my heart thumping in my chest and my face turning red. I was not a good liar. I didn’t have it in me to look at Harry in the face and lie, yet here I was.“I’m asking if you were on the football field last night,” he asks again. I couldn’t seem to read the expression on his face, and I guessed it was because I had never seen him angry.“I heard what you said,” I said, “I'm just wondering why you would ask me such an absurd question.”He sighed in frustration and paced a few times in front of me before placing his hands on either side of his waist. He was trying really hard to keep his calm and