Emmett's POV
"Mmmm, I love you, Emmett," Nicole whispered, pulling me closer. I stroked her warm, luscious hair, enjoying her beauty.
"Ahh, Nicole. I love your beautiful, hazel, eyes," I said, dodging the actual words 'I love you'. I thought I loved her, but its like she wasn't the one. We'd been together practically since kindergarten, and according to our parents, we were going to get married.
"Do you have the ring yet?" she asked, staring into my eyes. Crap, the ring.
"Uh-uh, I was going to wait for a special time," I lied, trying not to sound too obvious.
"Oh, but Emmett, isn't this special?" she asked. Oh, what the heck. I gave up all my indecision and thought and dived into her lips.
"This is nothing compared to what I have planned," I said seductively.
"Oh, stop talking and kiss me," she said, and I curved my body around hers, starting where we had left off before. This time, however, she seemed not as into it as before.
Nicole's POV
It had been almost three and a half weeks since I asked about the ring, and Emmett still hadn't given me it yet. Even weirder, every time I told him I loved him, he responded hesitantly with, "I love your eyes," or "I love you hair" or something like that. But never "I love you". I was so depressed at the thought that my Emmett, my destiny for practically my whole life, might not even love me anymore. I had to know once and for all if Emmett McCarty loved me.
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"I love you, Emmett McCarty," I said. I waited, anticipating.
"Mmm, I love your beautiful hair, Nicole Steele," he replied. I pulled away for him, sitting up. He looked up, breathless. "Hey, what's wrong, Niki?"
"Emmett, I love you. I need to know if you love me too."
"Didn't you hear me? I said I loved-" he started.
"No, Emmett. Not if you love my hair, or if you love my eyes. If you love me."
"Of course I do!" he said, acting surprised.
"Then say those words Emmett. Say them!" I commanded.
"I-I-I-" he struggled. My eyes started to tear up, and I was shaking, an annoyed habit I had that happened whenever I got scared, sad, worried, etc.
"Say it, Emmett! Out loud. Say it!" I yelled, fully crying now. He stuttered some more, and I stood up on the bed, shaking cruelly. I started to crawl off.
"No, Niki, don't go!" he called, reaching out to touch my hair.
"Stop, Emmett! Only my boyfriend is allowed to touch my hair!" I said coldly, storming out of his house, and out into the rain. I heard him yell my name once or twice, but I ignored him, racing across the street and down the road to my own house.