EMILY***I looked outside from my bedroom window. Gabriel and his mom were supposed to get there at any moment. I was so excited I debated being the one who waited for him at the door but I didn't want to seem too enthusiastic about the fact that he was coming over. I didn’t want to explain to my Mom that it wasn’t what she thought.I was still struggling to explain to her why I had turned red in the face the last time we were at his place. I decided to just keep my cool and watch from the window. Soon enough I saw their car get into our driveway and I couldn't contain my excitement. I almost flew out of the room and down the stairs but I had to keep my cool. I couldn’t be too excited because what if he wasn’t angry?I would get disappointed. He would watch me get disappointed. The scores would change in his favor. I couldn’t have that. I needed to be composed. It was the only way out of this situation. I took a few deep breaths and waited to hear my Mom at the door before I went dow
EMILY***What had I done?I shoved Gabriel off of me.“Emily I’m-““You have to go,” I said, pushing him away from me. I couldn’t look him in the face and I looked away until I heard my door close behind me. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I splashed water on my face a few times until it cooled down.I had kissed Gabriel Ford.I had kissed Gabriel Ford. I had pulled his face towards mine and I had kissed him.I felt my knees go weak and I collapsed on the bathroom floor.This was definitely not what I had planned. I had planned to get him to beg for forgiveness, but I ended up kissing him. What was wrong with me? I slapped myself across the cheek. I must have been mad. I decided that what had happened was just a dream. A bad dream.I made my way out of the bathroom and onto my bed and told myself that I would wake up the next day and it would be like nothing happened because nothing happened. But I got up just as suddenly as I had laid down. I needed to g
GABRIEL***“What about us?” I asked, leaning closer to her. Every part of my body was telling me to stop, to back up, and to walk out but I didn't want to listen to reason. “This,” she said, pulling my head towards her.The statement Harper made that there’s a very thin line between love and hate had never felt as true as it did at that moment. I could feel the lines blurring, but the moment was over as soon as it began. She pushed me off of her.“You have to go,” she said as she turned to face the wall.I didn’t know what to think or feel at that moment. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until she stepped away from me. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm down but my heart could not stop pounding. She was waiting for me to leave. She would not turn around to look at me until I left and I wasn't willing to say as well. I was uncomfortable. I felt guilty. I had done something wrong. I walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. I made my way downstairs a
EMILY***It was Monday. The day I had dreaded the most had arrived. I couldn’t avoid the inevitable much longer. Mom had volunteered to drive me to school early in the morning and I couldn't get out of it. She spent the drive trying to get the same information out of me that she had been trying to get for a whole day: what had happened between Gabriel and me?I had given her the same answer a million times: nothing had happened and she needed to worry about her drinking, not me. I would repeat it for as long as I needed to. I went to my dorm to put my bag of clothes that I had carried home for my Mom to wash then I went for my first class of the day.I had only one class and usually, it was something I liked because it meant I could ease into the week but now I hated it because it meant that all I had was time, time in which I was idle to play and replay what had happened between Gabriel and me in my room on Saturday night. I wished I could turn my brain off.I had gone through almos
GABRIEL***Emily had texted me to tell me that we needed to meet as soon as possible to discuss what had happened. There was nothing to discuss. She probably just wanted to make excuses for herself because she knew I had caught onto her schemes.I was the inventor of the game, of course, I knew it when someone else was playing and she definitely was. It was the only explanation. Why else would someone who hated me suddenly kiss me? What kind of excuse would she try to come up with to save face? As far as I was concerned, I had won that round.It was Monday and I had come to school early for my morning class. I had realized that I was feeling more and more guilty as time went by. What the hell had I done? What was I going to tell Harper? I couldn’t tell her that Emily kissed me, that would just be absurd. I had taken part in it just as much as she had.I was just as guilty. By the time I was halfway through my class the feeling of guilt was overwhelming. I had yet again managed to scr
EMILY***If my hunch was right, the person who had just walked away from the cafe was Tiffany. If it was her, there was only one destination in mind for her after what she had heard. I needed to stop her. I needed to follow her immediately and stop her before she made the whole thing blow up in my face.I wasn’t doing it for Gabriel. I was doing it for myself. I would die if anyone found out what we had done. I would die if Harry found out, especially, because it would prove him right in his theory. The absurd things Gabriel had said up to that point didn’t even matter.Only one thing mattered: stopping Tiffany. I needed to end this conversation and the only way I knew how was to admit defeat. I hated it with all of my beings but it was the only way. I had to swallow my pride. I would regret it later but at least it would be the only thing I would regret. I swallowed my pride and said the words I never thought I'd say to Gabriel.“You’re right.”I hated myself immediately after I d
GABRIEL***My relationship with Harper had gotten to the point where she no longer asked me what was wrong when she saw that I was bothered because of just how frequently it was happening. She knew I was bothered. And I knew she knew I was bothered.Yet she didn’t ask and a part of me was grateful, not only because I should have been trusting enough of her to tell her what was wrong without her asking, but also because I still wasn’t ready to tell her what was wrong. How would I even begin? How would I begin breaking her heart again?It was a day after my conversation with Emily. The plan had been simple: I was supposed to come clean to Harper after my conversation with Emily, but the conversation had ended on a weird note.No, that wasn’t it. I was using her as an excuse. I had lost my courage. I wasn’t ready to look Harper in the face and confirm her worst fear, confirm that she had been right to worry about my relationship with Emily. It would damage her. It would ruin her confide
Bakersville High School***It had been a week since what Emily had decided to call ‘the incident’. Her heart was still beating as fast as it had that day. It was the only thing on her mind. It was all she thought about and all she dreamt about as a result.She was miserable. If she could turn back time she would have acted like everything was fine. she wouldn’t have expressed that anything was wrong. She would have accepted that Gabriel was ignoring her and she would have moved on with her life. She would have told Julie that something was wrong. This is not what she had wanted to happen. At all. And what made it even worse was the fact that Gabriel had done it just to change the topic. That was what hurt worse. It was not genuine, not well-intentioned. It was a game.What hurt even worse was what it meant. It meant that that’s what he thought about her. He thought she was someone he could easily manipulate, someone whose emotions were easy to play with. she was sure he wasn’t think