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

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

GABRIEL***“I should have called before I came,” Emily said. “It’s fine,” I said, “it’s a good thing you found me. Would you like to take a seat?” I asked.We were both standing awkwardly at my door. She had come in and just stood there and I couldn't take a seat if she was standing.  I had been afraid that it was Harry but at that moment I preferred him. I preferred being punched in the nose. It was better than this awkward interaction. Why was she here? She had never come to see me of her own accord.  “Sure,” she said as she made her way across the room to the seat on my desk. 

EMILY***If I could describe my life at that moment, I could describe it as limbo. Things were just hanging in the balance. Nothing was happening but I was not at peace. There was so much chaos inside of me. It was as if I was waiting for the sky to drop on my head. I regretted going to Gabriel’s room. Only had nothing come out of the conversation, but I had also run into Harper and possibly made a bad situation worse. Everything was falling apart but to the outside world Everything looked calm and I hated it. I hated that life was going on and required me to do the same. If I was being honest, I was a bit jealous of Gabriel. Harper must have come to see him talk things out and if I hadn't done too much damage, they were going to work things out and restore their relationship. And then there was

EMILY***I was going to kill him.  I was going to encircle my hands around his neck and I was going to squeeze the life out of him. He would beg for mercy but I wouldn't listen to his cries and pleas. He didn't deserve it. I would watch the life go out of him and when I would be asked if I was the one who did it I would admit it. I would go to jail. Hell, I would even get executed if it meant I would never have to worry about Gabriel ever again. I was sick and tired. I was seeing red. My heart was in my throat. There was a buzz in my ear. I could not reason anymore. Three words kept repeating themselves in my head. How dare he. How DARE he. HOW DARE HE