Lost in the moment.
Chapter 7- Confession
Pairing: WillxEmma
Summary: AU. Emma Pillsbury is the head cheerleader dating the captain of the football team Carl Howell. However, when Will Schuester transfers to William McKinely High in Ohio, it causes a stir for everyone.
Word Count: 1676
Author Note: Merry Christmas + A Happy New Year to everyone reading this! :D 3
Another chapter yay.
-Katie
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Will tried not to make eye contact with any of the men in the room. Mr Brighouse kept shooting dirty looks to them both every so often. No one was talking – there was just silence.
"So, would you please explain to us what happened?" Principal Jones said calmly. "Carl, you go first."
Carl droned on about it. He'd obviously made exaggerated parts – he'd also said that Will had started the fight.
"I did not start the fight!" Will exclaimed in disgust. "It was you!"
"I wouldn't have even hit you at all, if you didn't do it!" He shouted back – the sound ringing in Will's ears for a few seconds.
"Do what?" Principal Jones asked. Carl and Will looked at each other - not quite knowing if they should tell their Principal something this big.
"Tell him Will – you did it."
"Did what?"
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Emma felt alone. She didn't even want to see the guidance counselor. The first reason being, her office was a mess. There were text books, paper, pens, and all sorts everywhere. You could never enter the office without standing on something. Once, she'd stepped on a milk carton, and she had never been back since. Emma didn't do mess or dairy. Ever since her older brother, who had now left home, had pushed her into the runoff lagoon at the dairy farm in Virginia. It had covered her whole body and it smelt so bad – that she couldn't get it away. She would scrub and scrub at herself but she still couldn't get the smell away. Jacob wasn't born at the time, Emma had been 6, and her brother, Harry had been 13. Emma had always wanted to be a dairy farmer. When they had finally be able to visit – they had finished the yogurt tasting and Harry had pushed her in. She was scared and she hated him. So much. If it wasn't for him – she wouldn't be scared of these things. That was what developed her OCD through her elementary and middle school years. People made fun of her. Especially in Elementary when all the kids would play out in the mud and splash her in it. She would scream and refuse to be friends with any of them. It wasn't until middle school when her mother started taking her to consoling sessions. Her problems got so much better – but she still refused to eat dairy. Her parents didn't mind too much, as it wasn't a big problem.
She sighed and saw Miss White in her office. It looked like a bomb had just hit it. Her sneakers squeaked across the floor and taking a deep breath, she knocked twice on the door. There was a silence. Emma knocked on the door once more. There was still no answer. She pushed the door slightly ajar and shouted.
"Miss W?" she asked, while pushing her head through. Miss White was sat down, with her head on the desk. She was asleep.
"Miss White?" she shouted again waiting for an answer. She never got one. Should I shake her awake? She thought, while seeing the split milk carton on her desk. She shuddered and stepped back.
"MISS W, WAKE UP!" Emma finally decided to shout, it bellowing across the room.
"Huh?" The guidance counsellor's head flung up from the desk. "Shit, I must of fallen asleep at work again." She murmured under her breath, not realising Emma was there. She glanced up and saw Emma stood in the doorway.
"Oh, oh, oh! Emma Pillsbury! P-p-please come in." She gestured Emma to the seat. "Um, just try not to stand on anything." She'd obviously remembered the time Emma had stood on the milk carton.
"Just let me clean this up." She fumbled in her bag for a cloth or rag of some sort and slowly wiped the milk of the desk. Emma held her nose in disgust. She didn't care if Miss White thought she was rude. The smell was just too gross to bare. She stood up, almost tripping over twice on the way, and threw it in the already overflowing garbage can.
"I'm sorry for the mess Emma." She decided to speak while sat at her desk. Emma's eyes flickered around the room and then back at her.
"Its disgusting in here." She murmured making sure that Miss W didn't hear her. "Its okay." She then said out loud shrugging.
"So why are you here? Shouldn't you be in class, do you have a hall pass?" She said again while scratching her head.
"I have a note from Principal Jones." Emma stuffed her hand into her backpack, and eventually pulled out the note. It was crumpled and ripped in the middle. She passed the ball of paper to Miss P and she smoothed it out. Emma hadn't actually read what he had written – she could never that old fashioned swirly writing of his anyway. She picked it up and read the note, and put it down curtly looking at Emma.
"So, two guys were fighting over you?" she asked, while tying back her hair in a small band. Emma had to agree, it did look sort of a mess and did need tying back.
"Uh huh." Emma just nodded.
"Well, why?" Miss White looked at Emma again. Emma tried not to make eye-contact.
"I don't wanna talk about it." Emma looked down once again looking at her sneakers. There was dirt on them already. She made sure that her sneakers were always squeaky clean. She was a proud cheerio – and already her office had made them look like she had walked through a swamp.
"Well, you have to." Miss White raised an eyebrow.
"Why do I have too? It's not the law." Emma sighed again while flicking her bangs out of her eyes. She didn't want to tell. She was too upset.
"I'm only trying to help you Emma."
"I don't need your help, I'm fine." Emma grimaced again and saw the mess covering her feet in a pile of filth. She shook it off and tried to look at Miss White again.
"Then why are you here?"
"Because I was forced to come here. I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time." Miss W nodded and looked at the note once again.
"Will Schuester and Carl Howell? Nice young boys. Weren't you dating Carl Howell?"
"How do you know that?" Emma raised an eyebrow. Did teachers seem to discuss this sort of thing?
"I saw you two in a very... inappropriate position..." She stammered while Emma's eyes widened in horror. "Anywho, why were they fighting?"
"What inappropriate position? I have never slept with Carl..."
"Let's just say you two were making out in Mrs Mairs classroom." Miss White smiled, while Emma just laughed in disbelief.
"Will was always a much better kisser." Emma grinned to herself.
"Will is a better kisser? So you have romantic relations with Will Schuester ?" Emma eyes widened again – but she decided to give it up. Surely Paget would find out anyway.
"Yes."
"How long for?" she asked understandingly.
"Around, um, whenever he got here." Miss White blinked in surprise.
"So let me get this straight." She said in disbelief. "You've been cheating on Carl." Emma remained silent in her seat, without blinking. Her throat began to get dry. Emma felt guilty because in fact, she wasn't at all ashamed for cheating on Carl. Then she realised. She should of just dumped him when she had the chance – but Carl would have realised something was up. Of course he would.
"Answer me Emma. I won't be mad at you." Miss White turned her head at Emma. She nodded slowly and there was a long silence.
"Why did you do it Emma?"
"Because I'm in love with Will – but now I think no one will accept it. My parents will be furious!" Tears fell down Emma's cheeks softly. Miss White just looked at her and passed her a tissue. She took it and started to wipe her eyes, the mascara running down her cheeks.
"Then if you were in love with Will, why didn't you dump Carl?"
"I, I don't know. I didn't want to hurt his feelings – but I've only ended up hurting them more." Emma sighed while watching out the window. Was Will okay? She shouldn't be here right now, should she?
"Well Emma, I can understand your actions." Miss White said in sympathy "However I don't think you chose the best decision."
"What do you mean? I should of dumped Carl?" Emma stammered.
"Yes, I think you should of, even if you didn't have a reason." Suddenly, Emma's phone began to vibrate on her leg from in the bag. As Miss White began a lecture, Emma slipped it out of her bag and saw the screen flashing. It was from Will.
Carl got off easier than me. They are moving me out of your class and they are banning me from seeing you and Carl in school hours. They want my mom to come in. Emma, even if they try and break us apart, I want to be with you forever. I don't know how we are going to do it – but I can't live my life without you. Will xx