Stuck between two bad boys

I got home and continued thinking of everything that happened. I wondered if Emily was really thinking of going to stay with James.

It didn’t make sense to me, she couldn’t leave me, leave her mom, Dad, us. We had something going on and she just woke and decided to make such a decision.

A surge of regret flushed through me, I wished I didn’t have to say all that to Emily. I was regretting my choice of words and how my words hurt her. I was shitty to say those things to her. I was mad and thought it was the best thing to do.

Yes, I wanted to hurt her but now I regret it. She didn’t deserve to be called a mistake or whatever said, I could only wish to clear them from her head.

It killed me to know she sought comfort in Devin’s arms and that made me mad. It hurt me that I wasn’t the one who gave her solace. I’m fucking toxic but that isn’t the point. I just want Emily to myself and would do anything to have her.

I reached for the unlit cigarette in my jacket. I was smoking a lot and I didn’t have an excuse. Smoking was addictive and I couldn’t stop, not when Emily drives me crazy and makes it impossible to think. Smoking was my coping mechanism and the only thing that managed to keep me insane.

I didn’t use protection fucking Eva but I wasn’t bothered about the bitch. I knew she’d get some pills or something. I just needed to clear my head and transfer aggression through sex.

“How about you listen to me?”

It was Emily’s voice and so I shoved the cigarette back into my pocket. I had no idea who she was talking to so I listened to know who.

“I can’t come to Prom.”

“I don’t know what we are yet.”

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I realized it was Devin she was talking to and I felt a gush of jealousy. Devin was asking her to go to Prom with him. Such a motherfucking asshole.

The nerves

I picked up the napkin and pretended to be dusting the table. I only wanted to listen to her conversation without her knowing I was listening. I reached for the vase on the table and cleaned it.

She heaved a sigh and chuckled on the call before the call disconnected. It was a one-sided conversation so I couldn’t hear Devin. With what she said she was still wondering if they were a thing yet.

I fell back on the couch and huffed. Our parents weren’t back yet and I had to take care of her. I wasn’t going to the coffee shop because I may have lost my job. My Boss didn’t call me back and my texts were left on seen. It was irking to know I was being punished for being an asshole. I only wanted to teach the bitch a lesson.

I was still working for Sky so I had cash frequently coming from there. I had to meet Sky and pick up some cash but I couldn’t leave Emily all by herself. I was scared Devin would come over and she would be with him alone.

I didn’t want to imagine what could happen between them, I already had a lot of messy shit going on in my head. I stood up and walked to the room. If I needed to stop wondering, then I had to be close to her.

I sat on my bed and kept playing games on my phone. I kept my eyes fixated on the screen of my phone till Emily walked out of the bathroom.

She was wearing only her underwear, red lacy lingerie with a bow. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I wondered why she walked in on me like that. Was she trying to tempt me? I tried to look away but I couldn’t. I stared at her longer till she wore a polo T-shirt over her head and grabbed it from the wall-mounted rack.

She slid one leg into the joggers and then into the other. I watched her butt jiggle as she jumped and I swallowed hard. I turned my face away, it didn’t feel right.

I remained quiet wondering if I wasn’t just obsessed with Emily and mistaking it for love. I felt the urge to tell her not to follow James but I didn’t. I couldn’t gather the courage to talk to her after saying such hurtful things to her. I was a jerk and I knew it. Emily didn’t deserve me but I wanted to be the one for her, not Devin or anyone else. I wanted Emily to be mine more than anything.

As she reached the door, I called her name. She paused and turned her head to me. I didn’t know how to say it but I just had to.

“Emily-”

When she saw I couldn’t say anything she walked out and I followed her. She grabbed her hoodie from the couch and headed to the front door.

I hurriedly stood in front of the door stopping her.

“Emily!” I called at first. “You can’t go anywhere, Mom and Dad will be mad if you leave the house.”

A furrow appeared on her forehead as she looked at me. “Unless they’re told, they won’t know.”

I hated how she was playing this game with me. She was using everything against me and I couldn’t help it. I wanted to tell her how bad it was messing with me but I didn’t.

“Emily-”

“Stop it!” She fired. “Can you just get out of my way? I need to be somewhere.”

“They will find out you left the house.”

“How?” She asked smirking. “You’ll tell them? Well if you do, I’ll also tell them you’ve been molesting me.”

I saw that coming, I knew she was going to use that against me and it fucked with me that I had no way to counter it.

“Want to go to jail for a pussy you never got to fuck? Good luck in trying.”

Emily sounded so strange cussing, I hated seeing this part of her. I stood there quiet, contemplating the next thing to say. It was getting harder looking into her eyes.

“At least tell me where you’re going.”

“It’s none of your motherfucking business!” She yelled and slammed the door in my face.

I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair. Emily was driving me insane.