With the summer ending, the new seniors received text messages from Olivia Cooper about her annual end-of-summer pool party. The kids buzzed in anticipation, coming up with different lies to their parents as every year, mostly about spending the night at their friend’s place while the friend used the same argument, simply vice versa.
This time, though, the usual classmates weren’t the only ones getting the invitations. This time, the Southsiders were invited, too.
Olivia had sent the message to Ani, without adding the inviter’s name, and the pink-haired girl had shared the invitation with every senior Southsider that was going to be attending New Field high this year. Most of them were Vipers, but the group also included a few Demons and a couple of non-gang members who just happened to live in the same area.
(Many kids from Southside High would attend Seaside High, or Baxter High in Greendale, depending on their location.)
Ramsay was sitting on his c
When Ramsay arrived at the party an hour later than indicated, he did so with all the other Vipers that were seniors. He was in the front of the group when all of them got off their bikes, Ani on one side of him, Peaton on the other. They scowled at everyone who such as much as dared to whisper something about them to their friends. Ramsay, though, managed a small smile when he stopped in front of smirking Olivia who was strictly focused on her girlfriend (or sex buddy, he wasn’t sure), eating her with her eyes. The boy cleared his throat, earning her attention, and a small scowl. “Thanks for inviting us,” he said. The redhead nodded. “Of course! We need to get to know each other to work together all year, don’t you think?” “Sure,” Ramsay muttered, turning slightly around to see Peaton spiking a drink (which no one minded), Ani talking with him while smirking. “Stop eye-fucking her,” he sighed at Olivia and made his way by the pool, to the area with t
Emmie lay on the bed for a few moments, brain going over the basic facts of whatever had just happened. She didn’t know what had happened and why her boyfriend had suddenly run out on her while they were ready to finally have sex. But she was insecure—and once the pain reached her heart, hurt—which made her take a bit more time before slowly sitting up, realizing what had happened. She knew a panic attack when she saw one, and because the triggers were nowhere to be found, she just knew it had something to do with her. Either way, her feet quickly planted on the ground and carried her downstairs. She pushed past the seniors that had now moved inside, frantically looking around to check if Ramsay was still there when she noticed two girls in the kitchen, kissing, out of the sight of anyone else. Frowning and quickly debating in her head whether or not it was safe for Olivia to know, she ran up to them, patting Ani’s shoulder. The girls jumped apart wi
On Monday, Emmie woke up way earlier than her parents. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and took a long run by the river before turning back home. Even by then, nobody in their right mind was awake in the neighborhood. She showered, picked out her first day of school clothes, and while only wearing her underwear, took a seat by her vanity. She rubbed cream all over her body, leaving her skin smooth and adding a nice scent to it, after which she applied moisturizer to her face. Emmie had never liked thick makeup or understood the need to apply a generous amount of concealer and foundation. She liked her skin fresh and natural, and since she had never struggled with many zits or any type of acne, she didn’t want to ruin it. Simply applying some eyeliner to make her eyes look bigger, and the natural-looking mascara, she moved on to her lips. Another thing she hated on herself was dark lipstick, which mostly only made her use nude lip gloss. It made her feel p
The first week of school went smoothly, except for the few fights between people from different sides of the town. Everyone was starting to live into the experience of New Field High, the Southsiders troubling a bit with their schedules and homework.The classes were already in full study mode, the clubs had met their new members… Ramsay had been accepted to the newspaper staff by a happy Emmie, and a reluctant-looking girl named Ethel.“Are you sure this guy is good for our team?” she had asked Emmie on Wednesday after reading his sample article.“Yes,” Emmie insisted, “he has an amazing way with words.”“What will your parents say when they find out a Jones is working with you?”The blonde had simply rolled her eyes and ignored her friend.Now, on Friday, Emmie was in cheer practice. It took a serious toll on her since Olivia had made their choreography harder than ever, and t
It was already pitch-dark outside when Ramsay knocked on Emmie’s door.He waited for a few minutes until the girl swung it open with an apologetic face. “Sorry, I was…”“…late, a meeting…”“…couldn’t find the towel…”“…go to the trailer…”“…clothes…”“Sorry,” they both finished together, and after a second of silence chuckled together.“Hi,” Emmie started over, waving awkwardly.“Hi,” Ramsay grinned and stepped inside, arm wrapping around her waist as he closed the door behind himself. Without further ado, he pressed his lips against hers, both of them melting into the kiss.After a few moments of standing there, lips moving in unison, they pulled away, eyes closed and foreheads rested together. With a smile lingering on Emmie’s lips, she whispere
Emmie and Ramsay spent the next few weeks sneaking into his projection booth at the Drive-In during every free moment, she lying to her parents about studying with Samuel while she actually spent time with Ramsay as much as possible.Not that they got lots of studying done.The sleepless nights of doing her homework on her bed, writing articles for the Newspaper, and practicing cheerleading moves in front of the mirror left the girl exhausted for most days, though. Ramsay had tried convincing her that they’d be fine for a few separate days so that she could catch up with her sleep, but Emmie refused to hear anything about it, and usually succeeded in leaving the conversation there by distracting him.A week later, Ramsay found that if he promised her more quality time with him during the weekend, she would agree to go home after school, a few times even falling asleep on his lap in the Newspaper when the classes were over.Then, after a few days, he
Emmie walked down the halls, watching teenagers scurrying around, hugging their partners, kissing against the lockers. It didn’t hurt as much as it had when the school first started. She was jealous and upset, of course, especially when the couples would hold hands while walking past her, but she had gotten used to the strong feeling in her gut. The girl didn’t know if it was masochistic that she always directed her eyes straight to their laced fingers, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed to see the affection between other couples if she herself couldn’t have it. With a sigh, Emmie reached the Newspaper office, entered without looking up from the ground, and shut the door behind herself. She bit her lower lip while exhaustedly dropping her bag onto the ground and let herself fall into the armchair. Her eyes stayed closed as she pushed off her shoes and pulled her feet up onto the chair, resting her head against her knees, the tears making their way thro
The next day at school, she and Ramsay met up at lunch. It was chilly outside, and only a few students chose to go out in this weather, so they had agreed on meeting behind the west wing of the school where kids usually only went to when they had to run in gym class or wanted to eat lunch in private. Emmie was already there, squirming in the cold, when Ramsay reached the spot, frowning at her lack of clothing. “You okay?” he asked, immediately shrugging off his Viper jacket and wrapping it around her. “Thank you,” she quietly said and pecked his lips while sliding her arms into it and hugging it close to her body. “Your mom let you go out without a jacket?” Ramsay asked as he fixed the beanie on his head. “Let’s not talk about my mom, please,” Emmie said. “And no, I had a jacket but it’s in my locker.” “Well, why didn’t go and get it, baby? It’s cold.” With a slight chuckle, the girl wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging the new h
Emmie took a shaky breath as she walked on the dark yet full streets of New Field, her head constantly turning toward every erupting firework. She was jittery and sweated way too much for the happy environment as she made her way toward the only 24/7 pharmacy open in town.Felix had fallen asleep on the couch even before the clock struck twelve, and Emmie threw a small blanket over him with a tiny smile before slipping on her shoes and grabbing her jacket.She had made her way through the whole town on foot, constantly having to face young couples kissing, and then directing her gaze onto the ground while passing them. She didn’t want to think about Ramsay. She just couldn’t.It had been the worst year of her life. While also, simultaneously, being the best. The girl hadn’t thought anything could be worse than someone selling her to a sadistic human trafficker while someone else tried to kill her boyfriend, which was why she had had to say good
The next morning, there were lingering touches everywhere. Felix kept hugging Ramsay or ruffling his morning hair, while Emmie simply didn’t step away from him. She would hold onto his hand the whole time, even while eating, and even as they had to change clothes. She was clingy, she knew that. As did Ramsay. But neither of them minded. While eating breakfast, Ramsay had given his girl his left hand to hold and was quietly chewing on the best food he’d have in quite some time, while watching Emmie entertain herself by playing with his fingers. She was obviously not hungry, and neither of the men made her eat that morning. They had the same sick feeling in their stomachs as she did. In the car, on their way to the school and to the airport, the two teenagers both sat in the back, Ramsay in the middle seat, and Emmie in the left one. The radio wasn’t playing and nobody was saying anything as Felix drove them toward their separate destinations. E
When December came around, everyone was absolutely devastated. Emmie and Ramsay would stay together at all times, attached at the hip (and lip), as would Ani and Olivia, and Samuel and Mateo. The three friends were going to go to England on respective days and hours not to cause any suspicion. They were going to finish high school online—something that the police had taken care of—and already had a few job interviews lined up as all of them were eighteen by January. After two weeks of staying glued to one another and clinging onto each other’s hands every minute of every day, the last day the couple would spend together was approaching. And fast. Mateo left with a lot of tears, Ani following him a day later. And as Emmie sat in her and Ramsay’s shared bed, she thought about the fact that her first (and possibly last) love was leaving tomorrow, after just one shared night. She couldn’t wrap her head around it. The boy emerged from the
Ramsay felt much better a few days later. And, unfortunately, his first real Thanksgiving would have to be postponed into next year or whenever he was going to have one, because this time, he was spending it in the hospital.He was attached to his hospital bed every day unless he had to go to a bathroom. He got one of the beds that would help him sit up, and the boy smirked at the buttons when they had been introduced to him a few days back. They were entertaining when he had to be alone in the room. He had never felt more like a little kid than he did while playing with them.Emmie’s face was healing, and her bruised nose was returning to its normal color. Ramsay still felt guilty about what had happened, but they hadn’t brought his leaving up again after his last panic attack.“Baby, you should go,” Ramsay said when he looked at the time and saw it was almost lunch.“No,” she replied. “They’ll be perfectly
Alice and Peter sat on one side of the large table in their dining room, facing their youngest daughter whose chin was up, staring them down and waiting for an answer. The two had been given an ultimatum. And it looked like something they couldn’t say no to. “So, let me get this straight,” Alice said. “If we want the exclusive to the story—the info that the police isn’t giving out, to what happened on the scene. You are going to write it.” “Yes,” Emmie said, creating a momentary silence. “I thought you didn’t want to study journalism,” Peter said, looking confused as to what her daughter’s motives were. “I don’t. It’s boring,” the girl said and inwardly smiled at the way her mother gritted her teeth. “Plus, I’ve been learning about it since I could read and write and listen. It’s easy for me. Photography, on the other hand, is something I’m passionate about and I’d love to get better at.” Peter looked over at his soon-to-be e
Emmie and Ramsay had to spend one more night at the hospital. Felix stayed with them during the day, but the two teenagers made him go home for the night and try to get some sleep. Obviously, all three of them knew he wouldn’t get much of it, but he would at least be comfortable in his bed (or Christopher’s that Emmie had suspicions he had been staying in), and a backache wouldn’t be added to his problems because of the uncomfortable hospital chairs.The next morning, the man came to tell them he’d be picking them up in the afternoon when the doctors agreed on letting them out. Emmie and Ramsay nodded, and once Felix left, shared a look.“He hasn’t been sleeping,” the girl whispered while cuddling further into her source of safety.“I know,” Ramsay murmured, nuzzling his nose into her blond locks. “Let’s hope he’ll be okay today with whatever he’s forced to do…”&ld
Christopher lay on the ground when the police ran into the building, the blonde girl that they had been looking for sitting by his side, sobbing the way they had never heard anyone do before. She was choking on her breaths and screaming at the same time, her hands cupping either side of the redhead’s face. The cops managed to get all the Demons to lie on the ground on their stomachs while Ramsay took off his flannel and quickly pressed it into a wrinkly ball in his hands before pressing it on Christopher’s chest. Christopher choked on his words, his brown eyes staring at both Emmie and Ramsay, wide and honest. “I…” they heard him saying. “You’re gonna be okay,” Ramsay cried, even as he noticed his shirt was already soaked in blood. He was losing too much blood. “You’re gonna be okay. Just hold on, man. We’re gonna get you to a hospital. Hold on.” “Dad,” Christopher choked. “My dad.” Ramsay exhaled deeply, staring at the boy in panic a
Emmie was woken when some footsteps stopped by her door. Her eyes slowly opened, exhausted of the crying and panic attacks she had throughout the night and day, and her mouth fell open, the lack of air making her thirst even worse.As the door opened, she didn’t care if she’d get another slap or punch in the face or stomach and stared at the figure standing in the bright light. “Water,” she said in a croaky voice.The man said nothing and took a few steps closer to her, at which Emmie flinched and pressed herself against the pole behind her back. Her breathing accelerated when two other men walked into the small claustrophobic room of hers.That was when the light was turned on.Her eyes shut involuntarily while she fought against it, and by the time she could see again normally, two of the men were sitting down on chairs that apparently were in the room, one of them not present anymore.Emmie noticed that the one on the lef
Ramsay ran from the hospital at the phone call. He went straight to his bike and rode to the Viper Nest where a Viper meeting was about to take place. Horrible thoughts were rummaging in his brain about everything that could have happened to Emmie. And they were even worse now that Mateo had called him, terrified, saying the Demons had taken another girl. Ramsay pushed open the door of the bar while jogging and ran right to the counter to his two best friends who were now, like everyone else, staring at him because of his dramatic entrance. “Is it Emmie?” he immediately asked, not caring how loud his voice was or who could hear him. “We don’t know. Your dad’s gonna start with the details in like five minutes,” Ani whispered, eyes wide. “He seems restless.” “Dad,” Ramsay immediately said with a loud voice, gaining the attention of him and Rick who were both stood on the mini stage. “Let’s start now.” The older Jones didn’t have