EmersonEm didn’t move, couldn’t ..move. She was in complete shock and didn’t understand what had just happened. The girls were all around her, talking to her and asking if she was okay. But she couldn’t speak. She could feel herself falling, down into that dark place that she hated to go. Some time later Mr Manley, the counselor, was talking to her. “Emerson, it’s Mr. Manley, are you alright?” Em came out of her head then, fought her way out of the darkness, and was able to nod at him. “Who did this?”She didn’t answer, but the girls did it for her. “It was Finely. And Quinn. Those two assholes have had it out for Em….” Mickey was saying. “Thank you, Mickey. Aspen, would you take Emerson to my office, I’ll be there shortly.”Aspen nodded but Em was staring at her locker. She couldn’t believe they did this and how real all the pictures looked. But how did they even know about Evan? She figured Finely might find out about River and everything that happened to her, if she wen
EmQuinn had done this. He had faked the entire thing, being nice to her, caring about her… it was all a big joke to him. He had just done it to get into her house… into her bedroom! And stupid stupid her, she had trusted a boy again. She gave him the benefit of the doubt and thought he had changed. Granted at the time she was a little fuzzy but.. still. Wow. She felt so foolish and embarrassed. And angry. She was very angry, at herself, but also at Quinn. And not even about the sign, yes that did embarrass her and it sucked, but nothing compared to this. The invasion of privacy, the manipulation, all to get dirt on her. She actually thought that Quinn was being a good guy the other night. And she had been planning to thank him! “What’s going on?” Aspen asked her. As they’d stopped moving and were standing in the middle of the hallway. “Tell you in a minute”. Em whispered. They got to the office and waited on Mr. Manley. Aspen went up to tell the secretary what they wer
EmThe weekend rolled around and there was a football game that Friday night. It just so happened that was a perfect time for the girls to pull off ‘operation revenge’ as Mickey had named it. The rest of that week had been a blur. Em had stayed home a couple days, not wanting to face everyone at school just yet. Luckily her mom had been on the day shift and was none the wiser. She didn’t want to have to explain all this to her. Her mom would get worried, more worried, than she already was. And she had enough on her plate. So Em had spent the last few days holed up in her room. She only left the house for dance practice and work at the studio. But she had gone back today, holding her head up high and looking everyone in the eye who bothered staring at her. Taking back her power, she was daring them to say anything. Her friends had been rocks for her, Asher included. She only wished her presence wasn’t putting a strain on his relationship with his best friend. Asher had been a
Em The payback The girls made sure to get to the game after it had already started. They didn’t want to risk anyone seeing them. They got out of the car with all their bags and ran hunched over as quietly as they could, seeing as they were already all laughing, this was quite a task. Quinn’s vehicle was parked about halfway in between the field and the school, perfectly hidden from prying eyes. For once, luck was on their side. It was in a great spot so hopefully no one would see them, and even better, Quinn drove his hummer to the game. He really loved that thing for some reason. For a moment, Emerson felt guilty. But then she remembered that this boy had pretended to help her just to get into her bedroom. On top of that he snooped in her personal belongings…. and used what he found to embarrass her in front of the whole school. AND he made up lies about her.. then threw it in her face. Once she thought of all this, any guilt she had was zapped away. She was only playin
QuinnIt had taken him the entire day Saturday to get all that shit off his hummer. That was, after he finally was able to get inside it, and remove all the damn balloons. It was seeming less and less funny as the hours drug by. And he kept finding condoms everywhere. Still, for whatever reason, he found that shit funny as hell. He didn’t even know why really. Normally that kind of thing would get somebody punched real quick. But he immediately knew it was Emerson, and that she was repaying him for the sign business. He had to hand it to her, the girl had some guts. Something about this girl was bringing out different emotions that he never normally experienced. Like the laughing, for instance. He didn’t laugh, ever. And when he saw his hummer covered in Saran Wrap and some other nasty substance, at first he was so shocked he couldn’t even be mad. But then, something came over him, and the laughter bubbled right on out. It was an extraordinary thing actually… that he could fi
Quinn There was another party that night. This time it was over to an hour south of Andover. Some of the folks from Eugene knew whoever’s house it was and Finley had told them… no she had insisted that they needed to go. Quinn could have cared less. His arms were sore from scrubbing the fucking hummer all day but when Elias said there was supposed to be some new possible fighters at the party, he succumbed and agreed. Finding new fighters was a tricky business. Most of the people around here knew Quinn, and it was getting harder to find people that would agree to get in the ring with him. That’s why he started fighting the Eugene crew…. Even though they were older and more experienced. Finleys dad even sent a few people his way. Her dad knew about what he did and didn’t care, that side of the family was a rough bunch of people. And they were involved in shit that Quinn didn’t even know about. So when the idea of finding some new people to get into the ring with came up, Qu
QuinnThey got ready in about an hour, then he and Elias headed off. They stopped by to pick Chase up on the way. Then the three of them started the long journey to the party. Grey was coming too, but he was catching a ride with Asher and the girls. He didn’t know how to really feel about that.. or how to feel about Em coming at all. He had so many mixed up feelings about her, and he didn’t do feelings. About a half hour into the trip Chase asked the question that Quinn had kind of been wondering about too. “Since when do we go to parties over an hour away?”Quinn still had an odd kind of nagging in the back of his mind about this whole thing. But he couldn’t figure out what it could be. But something was off. “By the way tell your girl I’m not a damn messenger.” “What??” Quinn asked him. “I thought she told you, she called me and told me to make sure Asher came to the party. And said make sure he brought his sister and that new girl.. what’s her name? The fucking hot one
EmEm had just gotten out of the shower. She had a day full of dance practice at Tush with Sylvia and the rest of the dance team. They never usually practiced on Saturdays, but they had a competition coming up in a few weeks and they had all agreed to give up a few weekend days for some extra practice. She and the girls had planned on going to eat and going to the movies that night. A slow night sounded great to Em. She was tired from dancing all day and her body was sore. There was some new horror movie Mickey was dying to see, so they all agreed. But Em and Sylvia were the most happy for a somewhat chill night. After she had dried her hair and put on a little makeup, she started searching for some clothes. The days we’re getting a little colder here, so she pulled out a sweater dress and some boots. She was finishing up getting ready. She applied her perfume and put on her jewelry. Lastly, she picked up her favorite necklace to wear. Her dad had given it to her the day bef
Em But then the doorbell rang. Em’s stomach did a little flip with nerves. Her mom got up to get the door. She heard them talking in the entry but she couldn’t see anything yet. Her mom was saying “Yes… come in… I was just telling her….” And then a man walked around the corner. Em got up to greet him .. but then.. someone else walked around the corner. Quinn. Her surprise must’ve shown on her face.. she was so happy he was there though. But he didn’t look happy at all. Was he mad that she postponed their date? He just stood there with his hands in his pockets. “Hey! What are you doing here??” She said smiling at him. “Em” her mom said. “This is John … my boyfriend.” He smiled deeply at her and she immediately knew she had seen him before. Wait. Oh god. There’s no way. There is absolutely no fucking way in hell this was happening. “Wait” she said. “This ….” She said pointing to John..”is your boyfriend?”“And this…”. She said looking at Quinn… “is your dad??”“
EmShe and Quinn had planned to go to his house that night, as his dad wasn’t gonna be home. But then all the worry about the outfit, all the planning…. none of it even mattered. Em’s mom told her when she got home that she had a special surprise for her that night. The man she had been seeing was coming over. Em and Sawyer were finally getting to meet him. As much as she wanted to meet the guy.. she didn’t want to do it tonight. “Tonight.. mom? I’ve got plans.”“Well can’t you go out after dinner?” She asked. Em guessed she could. But she had been waiting on this night with Quinn forever. Pushing it back even a couple of hours really sucked. “We had some things we wanted to discuss.” Her mom said. What could her mom and this man possibly need to discuss that included Em? Maybe they were gonna take that trip together after all. She went upstairs to text Quinn that she would be late coming over because her moms boyfriend was coming to supper. Quinn never texted her b
EmThe day finally arrived when Em was getting her stitches out. She had been nervous about it all day for some reason. Her mom was meeting her at the hospital but she still wanted someone to go with her. So the girls all piled into the little small waiting room with Em and her mom.. and the doctor of course. Getting the stitches out in her forehead didn’t hurt too bad.. but the ones in her leg were a different story. Those were staples.. and she had to hang on to Aspen’s hand and squeeze every time they cut one out. Mickey was watching closely. She literally had her head down by Em’s leg. But the soon as the doctor took the first staple out… she gagged and said she was gonna be sick. “This is worse than watching you get that last tattoo ‘Em!”Mickey exclaimed. Em quickly looked up at her mom… who hadn’t known about the ‘Q’ she had gotten… even though it was in plain sight on her hand. She smiled crookedly to her mom and shrugged her shoulders. “Ahhh shit. I did it aga
EmHalloween had come and gone while Em had been in the hospital. She hated that she missed it because it had always been one of her favorite holidays. She and her brother would always dress up and she would take him trick or treating. They hadn’t got to celebrate last year either, because so much was going on. So Em was a little bummed. She had ordered the cutest costume too. It was an ‘80s aerobics outfit. It came with a boombox and everything. She had been especially excited for Quinn to see her in it too. She knew he would love the leotard. At least Sawyer still got to go trick or treating. He had dressed up as Jon Snow. Apparently he had told every person that answered the door that ‘he was the king of the north’. But now the holidays were just around the corner and Em was so exited. It was her absolute favorite time of the year. Her mom had told them she would get out the Christmas tree and decorations that night. And the girls were coming over to help them.
QuinnHe was trying not to throw her down right there in the middle of the fucking entry way where they were still standing, but it was getting hard not to throw her down any and everywhere. He pushed her back against the wall kissing her madly, dominating her mouth with his tongue. She moaned… he pressed his whole body into hers. Just so she could feel what she was doing to him. “Quinn” she breathed. Holy fuck. When she said his name like that, he had to reign in the wild animal inside him. He growled. “Ahhhhh” she was making the most glorious noises. He bit her lip, hard, then sucked it into his mouth running his tongue over it. She was writhing. Pushing her body into his while at the same time pulling on his shirt trying to get him closer. She was still hurt though. Still in pain. He couldn’t be rough with her. He pulled away… looking at her like he wanted to devour her .. and he did. But damn. She still had stitches everywhere. Her ribs were still broken. Her poor
EmThe next couple of weeks came and went. It was getting very cold.. almost snowy. Em loved it. After living in California, snow was a new thing for her. Although she had been skiing and vacationed where it snowed… she had never experienced it from home before. She was getting better every day. Her bruises were healing… her body was getting stronger. She couldn’t wait until she was able to dance again. She had to miss the competition she had practiced so hard for, but she still went and cheered the team on. Em was so proud of Sylvia and the entire group, they placed 2nd out of forty five teams. And that was not an easy feat. She was also proud of Sylvia’s mom… she had started this dance company all on her own when the school decided to cut out dance all together. They’d worked so hard.. and it had paid off. Em had gone back to school… she had a little catching up to do but luckily for her the girls had been bringing her assignments home so she wasn’t too far behind. She had
EmThe next day as promised Quinn came and got her again. They went through the same ritual.. he carried her up the stairs. She breathed in his cologne. He joked that she was a horny little shit… she bit him on the ear for that comment. But today they pulled up outside a hair salon. Em grinned so big she felt like her face would explode…. And it might because grinning that much really hurt. She got her hair washed and dried… it felt like heaven. Then she got it cut off… it was little above her shoulders when they finished and she loved it. She looked at Quinn expectantly…..“It’s not as much to grab on to and pull but I’m make do”.Em’s eyes got wide as everyone in the hair salon heard this. She stared at him.. he winked at her and smirked. He was literally killing her. Later that night the girls were at her house for a sleepover. It was the end of the week. Em was improving more every day. But she was still in a lot of pain. She would be glad when she could get all the
EmThey finally made it to their destination…. Which happened to be the tattoo place where Em and the girls had gone. “You’re getting another tattoo?” She asked him. “Yes. But this one is special.. so I needed you to come with me.”Quinn wouldn’t let her look at the tattoo until it was completely finished. She had sat there in the room with him watching the whole time, but not being able to see it. He got it on his arm, right on the forearm spot she had been admiring just a few moments ago. When he was finally finished he walked over to Em to show her. He watched her face careful as she looked down on his arm. Em was shocked. She couldn’t speak .. “Quinn” she whispered. There on his right arm in the same spot as the ones on his left arm…… was another set of eyes. Whereas his other arm held his moms eyes, this arm now held hers. That’s why he needed her to come so the tattoo artist could discreetly watch her and draw her eyes. He made them look so beautiful …. And lookin
EmIt was cold and rainy out that day, Em found herself wishing it would snow. She imagined herself frolicking outside, throwing snowballs and building snowmen. So she had become a crazy person in watching the weather channel constantly. Yeah… she needed to get off the couch. Quinn was right she was a couch potato. Although it was through no fault of her own. She shooed Quinn out of her room as she grabbed some sweat pants to put on. Her leg was still very sore, and she didn’t like anything rubbing her stitches from surgery. She threw on her Uggs, and a long sleeve cropped shirt. Then she grabbed her puffer coat and looked in the mirror. “Oh ma geez” she said. Her hair, a mess .. and her face still very bruised. The stitches coming down her forehead looked the worst though. Why on earth Quinn would want to be seen in public with her… she had no idea. A few months later he had had to be She ended up throwing her hair in a messy bun on top of her head…. Once again revisiting