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
Bakersville High School *** “Weirdo,” a kid said to Emily as she walked by the halls. She didn’t know what it was about yet but she knew she was about to find out. It was probably another mean joke that Gabriel had played on her to mess her up. It was my first year of high school. The fresh start she had hoped to achieve had gone down the drain. She had given up on it. She decided to keep being friends with Gabriel, but it was a decision she would have to pay for. Dearly. She was already paying for it. She got to her locker and found that a piece of paper had been posted on the door. It was an ab
GABRIEL***“Call me back when you get this, or text me. I promise I can explain if you give me the chance,” I said into the phone.Harper’s phone was going to voicemail. She had switched off her phone and gone ghost on me ever since she discovered I had been on the football field with Emily.I hadn’t told her. It seemed that the person who was threatening me had told her about it and she asked. I guessed that it was part of the test. I had lied to the best of my ability and I had lost Harper.She didn’t say anything when she realized I was lying. The silence was haunting. I would have preferred it if she screamed at me, shouting and crying. At least I know that she was sad and angry. Now, I didn't