"You want to come in?" Em asked as she pointed to her driveway.
"Oh, yeah, that would be great. Hey Sir, I know it's already after midnight and I'm just getting your daughter home, but I'm going to come in and make myself at home." Jon huffed as he stepped out of the car.
Em threw open her door and jumped out, afraid he was going to take off. She was half way around the car before she remembered she was suppose to be dizzy.
"Emerson?" Jon asked softly. She knew the question even though he hadn't finished it.
"I'm sorry Jon. I just can't imagine you going back to that place with what I heard. I had to get you away from there." She took a deep breath.
"Please come in. My dad isn't even home."
"All more reason I need to leave." He tossed her the keys and started walking away.
"Jon, please." Em tried.
"Emerson, you lied to me." He said, his back still to her.
"I wanted to get you to some place safe Jon. It's not like I lied about something that matters."He turned and faced her. His ice blue eyes locked with hers.
"You made me think you were hurt. That matters." With that he turned and walked away.
The next two weeks Emerson wasn't only ignored by her so called friends, but Jon did everything he could to avoid her.
She found herself sitting alone at lunch, having a lab partner assigned to her. She hated feeling like this, but worse than that, she hated that Jon refused to even look her way.
She had tried many times to apologise, just to have him turn his back to her and walk away.
"Please Jon. I'm sorry." She said, following him out of class, as the last bell of the day rang.
Kids spilled out of the school as fast as they could.
"I don't want to hear it anymore, Emerson." He said. He walked away.
Em turned around and ran straight into Blake's chest.
"For the life of me, I can't see why you care so much about what he thinks of you." Emerson did her best to step around him, but he grabbed both her arms, making it impossible for her to get away from him.
"I want an answer Em."
"I don't have to tell you anything." Emerson said, trying to shake his hands off her.
"Yes you do." He said, tightening his grip on her arms, his fingertips digging deep into her skin.
"Leave me alone, Blake." She said.
"I have given you time. Sent you subtle hints, Em. But you still have no clue." The look on his face terrified her. She looked around, but the halls were empty. He let go of one arm and drug her down the empty hall by the other.
"Just let me go. Please." She begged.
"I've let you try your hand with him. What is it about him? I mean seriously Emerson. He's disgusting. Dirty. Why I would even give you a chance after you've been with him is beyond me, but here I am."
"What are you talking about?" Emerson asked.
"We aren't together."
"I know you've fucked him." Blake's voice was low and scary.
"No I haven't."
"I saw him bring you home that night. Him driving your car."
"How did you see that?" Emerson asked.
"I came to see you. I knew your dad had to work that night. I knew we could be alone. But you were out with him. So I had to wait. Now I finally have my time to show you what a real man is like to be with." Before she could stop him, Emerson was pushed into an empty and dark class room.
Before she could try one more time to beg for him to let her go, he was forcing himself onto her.
With in seconds of his lips pressing to hers, he was pulled back. His grip was pulled from her arms.
Emerson let herself fall to the ground. Her whole body shaking.