'The Life and Times Of Em Watts by Christopher M'

5.

"I remember..."

It was a cold day, near Christmas. The snow hadn't stopped falling since the morning, and it was nearly time for lunch. We just had one lesson first, Maths. I hated Maths; it was probably my worst lesson. Em wasn't too fond of it either.

The bell rang out, and we packed up our Science equipment. We would have to walk from block 3, the Science, English and IT block, to the other side of the school, block 4, which was History, Geography, RE and Maths. We could go through the long corridor in block 1, but then we'd miss walking through the snow.

Walking through the snow together, I turned to look at Em. She looked cold, there was snow all in her hair, and on her scarf. She was shivering too – she had no coat. I couldn't bear to see her so cold, so I took off my jacket.

"Here." I said, offering her my jacket.

"Thanks." she gladly accepted it, but then added, "But what about you? Won't you get cold?"

"Nah!" I lied. I was freezing already, only having taken my coat off a minute ago. But I'd rather freeze myself than have her freeze. "I'm always warm! And I can run!" I shouted, running ahead, in a jumpy, 'I'm warming myself up" manner. Em laughed behind me, and before I knew it, she was running alongside me.

I laughed too, and held out my hand, and Em turned toward me for a second, taking my hand and pulling me along. It was a glorious feeling, running along in the snow, holding the hand of the girl I loved.

Loved.

I suppose I had to admit it to myself now. It was sort of obvious really, but I couldn't bring myself to tell Em, it was just too hard.

"Well, well, well." a voice came from behind us. We stopped running, and turned around to find Whitney Robertson and her airhead mates, She walked up to us, with an almost smug look on her face.

"What do you want?" Em asked, bitterly. We both hated Whitney, and she hated us, which is fair enough, we did set her up with Bradley Summerton.

"Oh, I was just admiring the lovely couple..?" Whitney teased.

"Shut up Whitney. Me and Christopher are just friends, you know that!"

I know that it's cliché, but my heart sank right then. Here I was, enjoying the company of the girl I loved, and then she went and said that we were just friends. I think Whitney must have picked up the disappointment in me, because she then said:

"Oh, well it seems like someone here doesn't think that..." she laughed teasingly, and flounced off, followed by her ditzy friends.

Em turned to me.

"What did she mean by that? 'Someone here doesn't think that?'" she looked at me inquisitively.

I paused slightly, not knowing whether to tell her, on the off-chance that she had been bluffing, and she did really love me; or I could lie, and say that I had no idea.

I made my decision in a second.

"I don't know...maybe she was talking about herself...or one of her friends, I don't know." I stated, and walked off, towards Maths, leaving a bemused Em behind.


Hey! It's officially the Summer Holidays now - So I will have much more time to write! XD Updates are not as frequent, as I am spending a lot of time on my Detective/Police Story/Script :) 3