GABRIEL
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“Harper, what are you doing here?” I asked, loud enough for Emily to hear. I was informing her that we had company and things were about to get ten times more awkward.
“I came to talk to you,” she said as she made her way past me into the room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Emily who stood up. Harper looked back and forth at us, trying to figure out what was going on. She then rolled her eyes and scoffed. We were in big trouble.
“So you lied to me and still met her? In your room?” she asked.
“It’s not what you think,” Emily said, “I had come to ask him about the
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
GABRIEL *** ‘I think you need time to think about what matters.’ Those were the last words Harper spoke to me and they had stuck. They had stung as well because she had been right. I needed to get my life together and decide what was important to me because I was getting swayed by every wind that came my way. And, not coincidentally enough, all those winds just had Emily written all over them. She was the reason behind every impulsive decision I had made. Becoming friends with Harry. Dating Harper. Wanting to stalk Tiffany. And now, discarding the people I had gained. I had to think back. Why had I agreed to move? Had it only been because of my mother? Of course not. She was moving for a fresh start and so 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
EMILY *** Nothing was standing in my way now. I had nothing to lose. I had one goal and one goal only: I was going to ruin Gabriel’s life so badly that he would break out in hives every time he thought about me. I was tired of being the victim. I was tired of being at his mercy. I was tired of allowing my life to be determined by how he had woken up that day and what kind of mood he was in. I was going to raise hell. I was going to treat him exactly how he had treated me. I was no longer going to be the bigger person. It was overrated and for me, all it had meant was shrinking myself, making myself small so that the impact of his actions didn’t affect me as much. But now, I was going to the depths of hell and I was goin
EMILY***I have a deal for you that will be hard to pass up.You should be telling me whether you and your teammate got on the same page.We didn't. But that's not what matters. I think you misunderstood me. I'm not suggesting the deal. You have no other choice.And why's that?Because I know who you are and I can easily report you for stalking and threatening me.You're bluffing.Would you rather find out I'm not?I'll meet you on the
GABRIEL***"Are you okay?" Harper asked me from across the table."Sure," I said, placing my phone back in my pocket.I was not okay. I could feel my heart fall all the way to my feet. I was overwhelmed by a sinking feeling. Something was not right. Things were about to go wrong. Extremely wrong.I decided to think about that later. I decided instead to focus on my date with Harper. I had told myself that she was my priority and I wasn't going to let anything change that. I would think about the text when I got to my dorm room.I was somehow able to forget about th
EMILY***“Why?” I asked, not knowing what else to ask.It was the question that summarised all the other ones that had been swimming in my mind ever since I got that first text. Tiffany was seated next to me, and as soon as I asked that question she started crying. I hadn’t expected that sudden burst of emotion.Why was she crying? If anyone should have been crying at that moment, it was me. Wasn’t I the one who had been wronged? Wasn’t I the one who was under threat of being exposed? I found myself getting angry but I decided against it.I patted her back softly as she cried and rummaged through the jacket pocket for tissues that I handed to her. She calmed down and wiped her face. She took a dee
EMILY***“I’m glad you’re happy but could you tone it down a bit?” Nila asked.I stopped what I was doing. What had I done? I realized that I was humming as I folded my laundry.“Oops. I'm sorry,” I said.It was a day after Tiffany and I had met at the football field, and she had just texted me to inform me that she had sent the text to Gabriel, the one that we had composed together. The games were just beginning and I was excited for what lay ahead. I was giddy with excitement. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.I could only imagine what he wo