Secret Notes. Part One.
I wanted her to hold me in her arms, snuggle up to her, never let her go. I wanted to run my fingers through her blonde hair and cruise down her legs and kiss her tender cheek. But I couldn't, I had to go. I got my sharpie pen and wrote "Emily Slept Here," over her cheek. It would come off eventually anyways. I dressed up and headed out the door as the queen bitch herself Katie would be waiting for me.
I snuck in through the back door of the house that me and Katie used when we were out after curfew. Never been caught yet, until now. She turned on the lights and I looked like a trainwreck. My hair rumpled, my clothes disheveled. She knew where I had been.
"Where the hell were you?" she asked. She shouldn't act so stupid. She knew exactly where I had been. Katie wasn't dim-witted at all, she was a lot more intelligent then people gave credit for. Of course you can't blame the people for giving less credit then due, considering the way she dresses, acts, and even does. Everything for her is lacking order. She's got no ambition.
"I was out," I said. "Clubbing."
"Liar," she snapped. "There is no party with out me."
"It wasn't a party," I snapped back. "I was clubbing."
"Then why did you feel the need to sneak through the back door?" she caught me. She definitely caught me there. She knew that if I was out with anyone except Naomi, I would have no reason to sneak through the back door. I could just pop right in, but I didn't, and that's what gave it away. It was my first time being caught by Katie, and hopefully my last.
The next morning, things between me and Katie were awkward. We didn't speak a single word during breakfast and that day, we didn't have any classes. The only words that came out of our mouth were asking to pass the butter and the napkins. Katie was reading, shock, I know, the papers and I kept my mouth shut. Maybe she forgot about it, I thought. Maybe she even doesn't mind. Nahh, that's just too good to be true.
Katie sighed. Oh crap, I thought. It was over. She was going to spill out, explode at me, erupt even. I wanted to go under the table and take cover as this sure was going to be a big one, I was sure she was going to smash plates, and throw one of her classic tantrums. I was sure that by the end of this explosion, I was not going to make it alive.
But surprisingly, she didn't say anything. She just sighed and sighed while washing the dishes. The clitter-clatter of the plates bumping into one other and the sound of the rushing water accompanied her sighs. I was sure she was giving me the silent treatment and I was fine with that. No problem. As long you don't interfere between me and Naomi, give me any treatment you want, as long it doesn't kill.
So that afternoon and day passed quickly with both of us just in the house the whole day. This was the first time in a long time that Katie had decided to stay in the house. I guess she was embarrassed about getting nine fucking stiches over her because some loser decided to hit her with a rock. But I don't have one ounce of guilt for her left. After what she's put me and Naomi through, I basically hate her. But the ball is coming up and I am excited. I have been waiting all week to ask Naomi. She has to say yes, I mean we have to be public about this. But what if she says no? Then what will I do.
"I'm going out," I heard a faint broken sort of voice. It was Katie's.
"What?" I asked. Shocked.
"I said going out, do I have to spell it out for you?"
"No, it's fine."
"Thought so," she snapped. She slammed the door on the way out. Bitch. It wouldn't hurt to be nice once in a while, would it? I decide to peek through the curtains to see where she was heading to.
I see Naomi. Oh crap. She's walking towards Katie and Katie is walking towards her. What's going to happen? Catfight, bitchfight, etc? Shit. I can't let this happen.
"What do you want?" I hear. It was Katie.
"Look I am not here to bother you or your sister."
"What?" Katie asks. "She doesn't even love you." Naomi laughs. "What? What's so funny?"
"Are you certain of that Katie? I mean, that's what she wasn't telling me last night," Ouch. Cheap shot much? Then she pulls out of her bag, a bunch of small ripped notes. Notes that said "Emily was here, Emily slept here, Emily loved here." I gasp. I can't believe she kept those! Then I realize, she kept those. Aww. But I can't believe she kept them to use them against Katie! Now, she's giving a snarky wink at Katie! How dare she? I love her, but she can't be a bitch to my sister.
"Sorry," Katie muttered and left. Naomi turned to my window and winked again. Ugh.
When Katie came back from the house, it was a very uneasy feeling at the house. She kept giving me nasty looks, the ones your mum gives you when eat sweets before breakfast, except this time the looks were more of disappointment then anything. I feel like I let her down, but she's always let me down. I cannot name one time where she was nice to me. I couldn't handle this, I was going to Naomi's. When I head out the door, Katie didn't say anything. Something was wrong. How could she not say anything? I was expecting her to object, refuse, tell me I wasn't very smart for falling for Naomi. But she didn't say anything, she didn't give me a look, she just let me go, and that's what hurt me the most.
Knock. Knock.
"Hey! I was waiting for you to come!"
"I cannot believe that you used those notes against my sister!"
"What?"
"You know, the notes. The "Emily was here" notes that I leave you. Those were suppose to be our special notes that was suppose to be kept between us. It was my special thing to you! Not for you to announce to the whole world!"
"It was only your sister." Long silence. Long, long silence. "I thought you would like it," she whispered. Her voice was quiet, reticent. Hard to hear.
"What?" I asked.
"I love you!" and we kissed. She kissed me. Our lips locked. My hands brushed through her hair and I felt in love.
The next morning, I asked her to the ball. She said no. My heart broke. How could she do this to me? I love her, but clearly she doesn't love me