believable! I fucking miss you! That’s what’s going on. It’s the entire truth!” I barked out in frustration. Couldn’t she tell? Did I have to spell it out for her? Couldn’t she see how much I was suffering? “Don’t shut me down without some thought, Em. Just promise you’ll think it over before you give me an answer? I’d rather take that than your immediate rejection.”
Silence.
“Emma?” I pleaded when she didn’t speak.
“I’ll think about it. No promises, though, just so we’re clear,” she clarified with total nonchalance.
Guess that was better than nothing. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.” My eyes lingered on her some more, wanting to reach out and erase that frown on her face. “It’s past one already; want to grab something to eat? Or better yet, why don’t I take you out tonight? I haven’t taken you out on a date for a while,” I lightly suggested, hopeful.
Emma scornfully glared at me before responding to my offer. “I’m fine. Do you think you could just drop me off at my dorm?”
“Yeah, of course.”
When I got us into traffic, I turned to her. “It’s our second to last game of the season against UCLA. Will you come and wear my jersey?”
She shook her head, rejecting me. “I can’t. I have things to do.”
I barely nodded, not wanting to push the issue. If I had to win her back, I had to calm it down and change my tactic.
Student housing was pretty close to the café so the ride back was quick. “Thanks. I’ll see you around,” Emma muttered before slamming my door shut.
I sat in the car while I watched her walk away from me. My eyes followed her as she climbed the stairs and when she got to the top landing, I saw her look at me. Was that a smile that formed on her lips? I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it made my day, because in my head, it was surely a smile.
Rip My Heart Out
“Hey, Bass! Ready to go?” I heard Emma ask as the apartment door suddenly swung open. Brody strolled in first, followed by me. At that point, I tried to act like I was fine, but when I saw the actor, I was immediately shaking with rage. Calm thoughts left me in a second.
“ What are you two doing here? ” Lindsey asked in annoyance.
Brody glanced at Emma then at Bass. “We, uh—thought you guys would like to go and get something to eat.”
How the hell did this happen? I was planning to take my girl on a date, guess not any longer. I couldn’t go on pretending that she was mine when she’s dressing up like a beautiful, sexy bombshell for this guy. The cocky actor’s confidence made me want to spit on his face and smash it to the ground. Grinding my teeth together, I knew I had to get my shit together or hell was going to break free.
“Didn’t you guys have soccer practice?” Lindsey asked again, eyeing us in question.
“It was cancelled, Linds,” I noted, my voice deadly.
No one bothered with introductions because the atmosphere in the apartment was so strained and tense.
Bass wrapped an arm around Emma’s waist possessively, staking his claim. “Let’s go.”
Out of nowhere, a scary growl came from me while my fists were clenching and unclenching, trying to calm the fuck down, but itching to throw a punch, just a fucking punch to launch my anger at this cocky actor.
Bass broke the silence again. “Let’s go.” Emma nodded in agreement before turning towards Lindsey. “Linds, thanks for the help and everything. I’ll call you later.” She hugged her before Bass guided her out the door.
“Yo, bro, you cool?” Brody asked as I stared at the door, contemplating if I should yank it open and grab Emma back inside and away from that stupid Hollywood guy. He had his arm wrapped around Emma— my Emma —like she was his already!
The poison that was tearing me up inside was toxic and I was being enslaved by its burning pain. I had no clue on how to stop it.
My Emma was out with him, again. Without thinking, I shot her a text message. For
Silence.
“Emma?” I pleaded when she didn’t speak.
“I’ll think about it. No promises, though, just so we’re clear,” she clarified with total nonchalance.
Guess that was better than nothing. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.” My eyes lingered on her some more, wanting to reach out and erase that frown on her face. “It’s past one already; want to grab something to eat? Or better yet, why don’t I take you out tonight? I haven’t taken you out on a date for a while,” I lightly suggested, hopeful.
Emma scornfully glared at me before responding to my offer. “I’m fine. Do you think you could just drop me off at my dorm?”
“Yeah, of course.”
When I got us into traffic, I turned to her. “It’s our second to last game of the season against UCLA. Will you come and wear my jersey?”
She shook her head, rejecting me. “I can’t. I have things to do.”
I barely nodded, not wanting to push the issue. If I had to win her back, I had to calm it down and change my tactic.
Student housing was pretty close to the café so the ride back was quick. “Thanks. I’ll see you around,” Emma muttered before slamming my door shut.
I sat in the car while I watched her walk away from me. My eyes followed her as she climbed the stairs and when she got to the top landing, I saw her look at me. Was that a smile that formed on her lips? I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it made my day, because in my head, it was surely a smile.
Rip My Heart Out
“Hey, Bass! Ready to go?” I heard Emma ask as the apartment door suddenly swung open. Brody strolled in first, followed by me. At that point, I tried to act like I was fine, but when I saw the actor, I was immediately shaking with rage. Calm thoughts left me in a second.
“ What are you two doing here? ” Lindsey asked in annoyance.
Brody glanced at Emma then at Bass. “We, uh—thought you guys would like to go and get something to eat.”
How the hell did this happen? I was planning to take my girl on a date, guess not any longer. I couldn’t go on pretending that she was mine when she’s dressing up like a beautiful, sexy bombshell for this guy. The cocky actor’s confidence made me want to spit on his face and smash it to the ground. Grinding my teeth together, I knew I had to get my shit together or hell was going to break free.
“Didn’t you guys have soccer practice?” Lindsey asked again, eyeing us in question.
“It was cancelled, Linds,” I noted, my voice deadly.
No one bothered with introductions because the atmosphere in the apartment was so strained and tense.
Bass wrapped an arm around Emma’s waist possessively, staking his claim. “Let’s go.”
Out of nowhere, a scary growl came from me while my fists were clenching and unclenching, trying to calm the fuck down, but itching to throw a punch, just a fucking punch to launch my anger at this cocky actor.
Bass broke the silence again. “Let’s go.” Emma nodded in agreement before turning towards Lindsey. “Linds, thanks for the help and everything. I’ll call you later.” She hugged her before Bass guided her out the door.
“Yo, bro, you cool?” Brody asked as I stared at the door, contemplating if I should yank it open and grab Emma back inside and away from that stupid Hollywood guy. He had his arm wrapped around Emma— my Emma —like she was his already!
The poison that was tearing me up inside was toxic and I was being enslaved by its burning pain. I had no clue on how to stop it.
My Emma was out with him, again. Without thinking, I shot her a text message. For
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