Season 1 End of Episode 3 or Beginning of 4
This idea came to me after I posted Chapter 3!
I Can't Shake This Feeling
Maya drops Emily off after the party. Emily thanks Toby and heads home.
Emily changed out of her party clothes shoving on the clean set of pajamas she pulled from the armoire. The smell of the party following her through the room, she knew she needed to shower. But, she had an uneasy feeling as she ready herself for bed. If the photo booth had been out of paper why hadn't some drunk senior made a scene? Why did she keep seeing people go in and out?
Deep down Emily knew someone took those pictures. She knew "A" took those pictures. "A" was becoming the mysterious creature lurking around in the dark corners of the closet. She was parading around handing out their secrets on Save the Date cards. "A" was becoming too much of a regular presence in their lives.
But, "A" couldn't be Ali. Ali was good but Ali wasn't that good. This was becoming some well written horror movie and Ali was only 16. This took planning and LOTS of time. She sat with that thought a moment.
But, what if it wasn't "A"? What if someone, a star craved classmate, had grabbed the photos? Emily threw herself down on the bed front first. She let out a scream into the covers that was barely audible.
Emily's mind raced with thoughts of the following day. She saw herself walking into school full scale photos of them kissing draping the walls and papering the lockers. She saw people pointing and laughing, whispering to each other as she made her way down the over populated hallway.
She pictured herself walking up her front stairs of her house, her mom sitting on the patio sofa. She pictured her mother's distraught look as she held an open envelope with a long rectangle strip of paper. She thought about what her mom would say.
She imagined that some of it would be hurtful and someone of it from feelings of betrayal. Emily had never told anyone about her feelings. She had only ever experimented with Ali.
She wiggled her way up to the top of the bed. She grabbed the opposite side if the comforter tossing it over her unwilling to get in bed properly. Along with the comforter came the pillow Maya had slept on. A small amount of her lingered behind and drifted up Emily's nose.
"This sucks!" Emily flung the pillow across the room and buried her head into bed. This wasn't what love was supposed to be like. It wasn't supposed to be this hard. Was it?
