Emily marched out of Smelly Nelly's, opening the door with a disgruntled bang that
she never intended. Where did Derek Venturi get off dating a cutsey little blond after
he had told Casey he was done with girls?
That was...done until some whore caught his eye.
She began walking down Harper Street twords the library. Maybe Casey had just told
her a bit of false information to save Emily from the embarrassing fact that Derek
would never be interested.
Emily was beginning to think it was her looks. The guy was obsessed with blonds;
Amy, Kendra, and now Sally which is what her name tag had said. There were a few
girls over the years that were out of place in his 'type' genre but he always went back
to what he liked best. They gave 'dumb blond' a whole new meaning.
She sat in the first booth right inside the door for forty minutes, observing the
repulsive sight. Strangely enough, Derek looked uncomfortable with her watching
him. If she knew any better, he almost looked like he was worried what she thought
about his new flavor of the week. But that was a crazy notion. He never cared one
ounce for what she thought.
Emily had been treating every girlfriend he ever had like she carried the plague since
they were in the first grade together and she caught him behind a tree at recess
playing i'll show you mine if you show me your's with Erica Karst. He would just smirk
and tell her to get a life. He wasn't mean about it like he use to be, but he still tossed
it in her face every chance he got.
This Sally girl didn't giggle at what he said or try to flaunt assets that she somewhat
lacked, but still moved her body in a way that was sure to draw his attention. At one
point, she did ruffle his hair a bit, making it stick up in every direction.
Emily had spent so much time crying on Casey's shoulder about Sheldon, that she
decided to avoid asking her friend to join her. A little alone time couldn't hurt either
of them.
She still had an ache in her heart like no other about the way her boyfriend dumped
her...by text. He texted her that he had decided to date Amanda and no longer
wanted Emily. After five months, spending every waking minute together, that was
how he ended things.
As much as she cared about her ex-boyfriend, she had to admit that if Derek had
wanted to wisked her away, Sheldon would be history as well. Maybe that was how
he felt about Amanda, but it was highly unlikely. It really wasn't appropriate of her
to be such a hypocrite.
She began jogging up the steps to the library's big double doors, looking forward to
spending the next two hours crying over romance novels. Half way up, she paused.
Taking out her new at&t cell phone with a touch screen, she reluctantly dialed Casey.
Burdening her best friend with more troubled stories probably wasn't the best idea,
but who else could she talk too? And it didn't escape Emily's mind that the last
person Casey would want to talk about was her nemesis, yet they both seemed to be
getting along better lately, as strange as they may seem.
Sitting upon the huge concrete slab to her right, she settled herself upon the cool
support and waited for the brunette to pick up.
On the fourth ring, a small "Hello," sounded on the other end.
"Hey Marti," Emily said in a high voice that she always used with small children. "Can
I talk to Casey."
"Whose this?"
"Emily. Who else would it be?'
Marti giggled. "I know, just makin' sure on account of Casey 'spifically telling me to
not give her the phone if you called."
Emily's face soured momentarily, but there was no way she could blame Casey after
she had taken care of her so well the entire day and then this morning.
"Would you please tell Casey I'm on the phone and see if she will take my call?"
"Okay," Marti sing-songed before throwing the phone down so loudly that Emily
grimaced.
She waited on the other end for nearly five minutes. About to hang up, a suprisingly
cheerful "hey, Em," registered on the other line.
"Hi, Case. Marti said you're doing some relaxation."
"Not very much. With five other people home, how much relaxation can a girl get."
"And that is why I'm absolutely okay with being an only child."
"Eh, you have no idea how lucky you really are...so you doing any better?"
Emily could hear the slight sloshing sound of the tub as Casey asked her question.
"Ya I guess so. I'm getting ready to go in the libary and read for a bit. I havn't done
anything like that in awhile."
"Oh, sounds like fun. I'm reading To Capture a Princess as we speak. It's just so
romantic, Em." And then Casey tried to fix her mistake. "I mean, romance totally
sucks but the books well written."
"It's alright, Case. I'm going into the library to read a bunch of romance books, too.
As strange as it sounds, that sometimes helps."
"I'm glad you're feeling better," Casey exclaimed and Emily could hear a genuine smile
in her voice.
"Well, I was, but you'll never guess what disgusting display I had the misfortune of
witnessing at Smelly Nelly's."
The other line was so quiet it became eerie. It was almost like nobody was on the
other end, not even breathing could be heard.
"Case?"'
"Hmm."
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Um, ya. So what happened at Smelly Nelly's?"
"You know how you told me this morning that Derek has once again sworn off girls?"
When she didn't get a response, she continued.
"They hired a new waitress who is blond, as usual. She seemed nice enough when
she took my order, but the way she was fawning over Derek was disgusting. I
mean...she's no Kendra but subtlety goes a long way. I walked into the place and she
was all pressed up against him like his normal type of girl. I can't believe he thinks
whore's are attractive," Emily still got no response so she took a deep breath and
continued.
"Anywho, they totally ignored me for like five minutes after they clearly heard me
walk in. She was playing with his chest and had her head cocked like she was the
shit. I was the only customer in the whole place, so I...heard...every...word. She
totally asked him out for tonight and he said yes. And on a school night, can you
imagi..."
Suddenly a dial tone echoed in her ear. They must have got cut off or Casey dropped
the phone in the tub. "I wasn't done with my story yet," Emily muttered to herself.
She redialed the McDonald-Venturi residence and waited for an answer.
Ring...ring...ring...ring...ring. You have reached the house of George, Nora, Smerik,
Casey, Edwin, Lizzie, and Smarti. Please leave your name and number and we will try to
get back with you as soon as possible. Emily smiled at the cute message, each member
of the houshold had said their own name, with the exception of Derek and Marti
saying eachothers.
She hung up the phone without leaving a message. Wondering what was wrong,
Emily contemplated heading over to see Casey to make sure she was alright. But
there was a house full of people so if she drowned they were bound to find her
before Emily could.
Shrugging her shoulders, she once again ascended the steps of the library and went
inside.