EMILY *** What happened to you was hard. It’s okay that you still haven’t gotten over it. Take all the time you need. I had been thinking about this part of Juliel’s text since she sent it. It was hard to accept because I had hoped I was over what had happened. But maybe she was right. Maybe it had been too hard for me to get over as quickly as I'd hoped. I had moved from my desk to my bed because I had been bouncing my knee and tapping on my books with my pen and I feared that I was irritating Nila. But what did that mean? Did it mean that I was supposed to stay single until I had completely healed from the incident? What if I never got over it? What if it was something I was supposed to live with, not get over? Her advice was good, undisputable even, but how was I supposed to apply it to the conversation that was undoubtedly about to happen between Harry and i? It was hanging over our heads. It was bound to happen sooner if not later. I wanted to break up for good, but what if
EMILY *** “Are you ready to go?” Harry asked as I fastened my seat belt. “Yes, I am,” I said, straightening my dress. We were going on a double date, with Gabriel and his girlfriend. I hated the thought of it, but I couldn't say no. We were going bowling off campus. Gabriel and the girl he was seeing had already gone ahead of us and we were joining them in the evening because we both had classes that we couldn’t miss. It was Harry who brought up the idea, and I couldn’t refuse, mostly because he told me that Gabriel had agreed.This angered me even more. Why had he agreed? What point was he trying to prove? What message was he trying to get across? I thought that he was trying to move on. Wasn’t that the reason why he had met someone? Hadn’t that been an attempt at moving on with his life? If so, why was he still trying to involve himself with Harry and me? It was annoying, but I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to go on that date and act unbothered. I wasn’t goi
GABRIEL *** “Can we go now? It’s getting pretty late,” Harper said. She was seated next to Emily. They’d taken the time that Harry and I were using to play to get to know each other. They’d pretty much-exhausted everything, but Harry and I were still playing. Harper and Emily had tapped out about four rounds ago, but Harry and I were still going. There needed to be a clear winner. We weren’t leaving until one of us lost, and it wasn’t going to be me. He had accused me of cheating and had gone ahead to cheat, so fairness was off the table. We had played round after round but our egos wouldn’t let one of us relent to the other. “I’ll pay,” Harper said, “I'll pay for everything, so can we please just go?” I looked over at Harry.He had no thoughts of stopping. If he didn’t, then neither did i. I looked over at Harper, though, and I felt sorry for her. I decided to stop the game. She looked exhausted. Harper was the girl Earl had set me up with. I’d met up with her the very next day
EMILY *** “What was that about?” Harry asked. “What was that about?” I asked, knowing full well exactly what he was talking about but choosing to play dumb. I was hoping that he would bring this up when we had gotten to the campus, but I guess it couldn’t wait. “You know, the red grape green grape thing. Why did you say you like green grapes when you don’t?” “I didn’t like green grapes back when we were younger, but I do now.” This was a lie. I hated green grapes. Everything about them from the way they looked to the way they tasted disgusted me. I only said green grapes because I wanted Gabriel to see that I had changed. It was also why I said I liked formal wear when I hated dressing up. If I was being honest, I also didn’t like how I'd acted. It was petty and immature. Seeing Gabriel just brought out that side of me. I was angry because I couldn't tell him I was projected by being competitive and being petty. We had made things so awkward that we just decided to end the dat
BAKERSVILLE MIDDLE SCHOOL, 2005***“Good night,” Louise said to Emily as she closed her bedroom door behind her."Good night Mom," she said.They had just come from the party, and Emily had told her mother that she wasn’t hungry, that she just wanted to sleep. It was a lie. She wasn’t sleepy. She was anything but. Her heart had been pounding like crazy ever since she kissed Gabriel.It was her first kiss and it was exactly what she’d expected it to be.
GABRIEL *** We need to plan another double date. Why? Is someone being a sore loser right now? First of all, I didn't lose and you know it. Second of all, we need to make it up to bloom and Harry. You’re right. Any ideas? Obviously can’t be anything with games involved. Agreed. A picnic? Green and red grapes?? Hello?? My bad. Since when did you start liking green grapes, by the way? Focus. Sorry. Hike? Not bad. You and Harry can bond and Harper and I can bond over the fact that our boyfriends have a bit too much in common. Hiking it is. I’ll tell Harper. Cool. good night or whatever. Good night. I threw my phone on my bed and took off my jacket. I was smiling to myself until I felt guilty. I was smiling over the texts of someone who’d just caused me to argue with my girlfriend. It wasn’t an argument, per se, it was just her expressing her sense of discomfort at the fact that I knew that Emily hated green grapes and that she knew I hated the red ones. I had expected t
EMILY *** “I’m so sorry you have to go through this,” I said to Harper as we waited for Harry and Gabriel. It was the very next weekend, and Harper and I had managed to convince Harry and Gabriel to go on the hike with us. Harry was fairly easy to convince and if he saw right through me to the fact that I was trying to make it up to him for the ruined date, he did not mention it. I was thankful that he didn’t. I could do without the guilt of it. I had suffered for long enough. I had spent the whole week after our date feeling guilty, not because of what Gabriel and I had done but because of what it had implied. I was afraid of what Harry really thought. Worse, I was afraid of Harper. What if they didn’t see it as me standing up for myself, but they saw the discomfort as something else entirely? What if they questioned why he was making me uncomfortable? I knew that I didn't know how to hide my feelings, so I was sure someone if not everyone in the room had seen through me, and my
EMILY *** Harry was on the ground, feeling sorry for himself. “I should have stretched before we started climbing. I’m sorry guys,” he said. The three of us were standing over him, wondering what was next. He had sprained his ankle and couldn’t stand or move. It was unfortunate, but he had saved me from Harper and her questions. I couldn’t show it, but I was relieved. I couldn’t thank him for it either, but I was thankful. “I guess that’s the end of our hike,” Gabriel said. He looked genuinely disappointed that it was ending so soon. “How do we get him down there?” Harper asked. I should have asked the question as his girlfriend to show a little bit of concern but I was too stunned to speak. Harper’s question still rang loud in my head. Did you two ever date in the past? I was right. At least one person had seen through me and it was her. Now that it had happened, now that she had confronted me, I didn’t know what to do. She didn’t seem like the type of person to ignore thi
EMILY***"You guys knew about it, didn’t you?" I asked Nila and Julie who were suddenly awfully quiet when Gabriel walked in."Who, me? I have no idea what you're talking about?" Nila asked while holding her hands to her chest in mock surprise.We all laughed."I won't lie and say I didn't know. In fact, I had a meeting with him to make sure he had changed for good," Julie said.She was always so intense. I loved it."Thanks for looking out for me," I said to her."You know I got you. Always," she said.
GABRIEL***"We're home," Mom said as she opened the door to our house.She dumped her bag onto the living room floor and went around every room as if she was announcing her presence. I shook my head. I knew she had forgotten all about it and so I picked it up and carried it to her room before I went to mine.It felt good to be back. It had been a great year, a year I would never forget but being home felt great. It felt like a sigh of relief. I had made it back. I had done it. My mother and I had chosen to relocate temporarily because it felt like a good idea to just start over in a place that was unplugged and away from real life and all the responsibilities that real life demanded from us.It had been healing to be in a place where no one kn
EMILY***“We’re gonna be late,” Nila said to me.“Just a minute,” I said as I put the finishing touches on my outfit.I was a perfectionist in everything my dressing included. Besides, today was a special day for someone special to me and I needed to look the part.“Okay, I'm ready,” I said as I turned to face Nila, “how do I look?” I asked.“You look.. Stunning,” she said, “you look really great.”“Thank you, you do too,” I said to her and she curtsied and smiled.
THE END(Bakersville High school)“Emily doesn’t want to see you right now,” Terry said to Gabriel and he could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn’t want to see him too.He still didn’t know what he had done. Was this still about the stupid argument they had had that past weekend? He wanted to believe that that was what it was but something felt incredibly off.Something very bad had happened but he had no idea what it was and he had no way of finding out either because Emily wouldn’t see him. She wouldn’t pick up his calls or answer his texts either.
EMILY***“See you on the weekend,” Mom said as she dropped me off in the parking lot.“See you,” I said as I got out of the car. I watched her drive off before I walked to my dorm room.I had a new roommate because it was part of the school rules to change roommates at the beginning of every academic year. Nila and I had hoped and prayed that fate would let us meet again as roommates but that hadn’t been the case.It almost didn’t matter, though, because we remained good friends who were always together around the school. It had been months since the school year started. In fact, it was closer to the end now than it was in the beginning. The semester in which Gabriel felt like it was ages ago- it was almost
GABRIEL **** “I heard that you were leaving,” Emily said. “At the end of the semester, yes,” I said. “What?” she asked, turning red, “I came running over because Harry made it sound like you were leaving today!” I laughed. “He probably did that on purpose,” I said, “I should thank him for that.” “We should thank him for that,” she said, “it’s about time we had this conversation anyways.” “Yeah,” I said, “I was going to save it for last but I guess now is just as great, considering you ran over and everything,” I
EMILY***“Are you sure you’re okay?” mom asked as she helped me pick up my last bag from her trunk.“I’m sure, Mom,” I said, “plus there are only a few days left until the end of the semester and I'll be back home.”“I’m only letting you go because you have finals,” she said and I couldn’t help but smile.My parents had been watching over me more carefully than ever since I went back home and it had become suffocating- I used the fact that finals were ongoing to free myself and go back to school. I just needed a few days.&ld
GABRIEL***“I think you already know what I’m going to say,” I said to Harper who was seated across from me.She was crying.“I do,” she said as she sniffled.“I am sorry for all the hurt I've caused you. I shouldn’t have dated you when I knew I had so much baggage. I only hope that you’ll find someone who will be easy to love, someone who won’t cause you as much heartbreak and pain as I have,” I said.“I’m sorry too, to you as well as to Emily. I shouldn’t have let my insecurities control me.”“I shouldn’t have pu
EMILY***“Dinner’s ready,” my Mom said, snapping me out of my thoughts.It seemed she had been standing there for a while, watching me, and I hadn’t even noticed.“I’ll be right down,” I said, and she smiled at me before she left.I had been home for the past three days. My parents had gotten wind of the news and they had come to pick me up in the evening after I talked to Harry. Final exams were ongoing, and I had been against the idea of being at home but my parents had insisted.I had appreciated the rest and being away from what had happened for the first few days, but now I wanted to go back to school. Doing nothing all day did not sit we