Chapter 8
"Oh God Sara, no." Michael said quickly untangling Emily's arm from his.
Sara felt her cheeks redden from anger and embarrassment as she turned and walked away.
"Michael, where are you going?" Emily asked grabbing his hand back as he tried to go after Sara.
"Let me go." he demanded prying her hand off his.
He turned around to find Sara no where in sight.
"Emily! What the hell..." Michael yelled spinning to face her.
"What?" she asked confused.
"Why are you here?"
"I came to see my boyfriend." she replied with a smile.
"Great! Where is he?" he yelled frustrated.
"That's you silly." she replied obviously not getting what he was trying to say.
Michael buried his face in his hands in pure frustration. He couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips at the girls' hard headedness.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"I'm not your boyfriend." he yelled harshly.
"I don't get it." she replied.
"I...am...NOT...your...BOYFRIEND." he repeated a bit slower for her.
"But we're dating."
"We went on one date and it was the worst night of my LIFE!"
"And you think you can find better?" she asked becoming enraged.
"Yes, I have and that was her!" he said motioning towards the direction where Sara had disappeared.
"Fine! But don't come crying back to me when you realize what you're missing."
She turned around and left leaving Michael alone in the rain.
Sara
"Here you go." Heather said handing Sara the warm cup of coffee.
"Thanks." Sara replied with a weak smile.
"Your still shivering do you need another blanket?"
"No, I'm fine." Sara replied pulling the blanket tighter around her still wet clothes.
"Are you sure because I could..."
"Really, I'm fine. I think I just wanna be alone right now." Sara interrupted her.
"Okay promise me you'll call if you need anything."
"I promise." Sara replied getting up and making her way to the front door.
"Thanks again." Sara said opening the door.
"Anytime."
It was nearly midnight by the time Sara had finally made it back to her house.
She walked up to her porch to find Michael sleeping soundly on her front steps.
So she did the only rational thing a person in her situation would do. She walked around to the side of her house to the small ground box hidden behind a bush.
She opened it and without a moment's hesitation flipped on the small switch activating the sprinklers.
"What the..." Michael yelled. He looked up to see a very angry Sara standing above him.
"Sara... please jus...just hold on a sec. It wasn't what it looked like." he stammered as he jumped up from his position.
"Get out of my way Michael." she interrupted.
"Not until you give me a chance to explain." he said not budging from his position.
Sara felt her angry start to boil over even more.
"A chance to explain?!" she yelled "Explain what? Explain how you came down here to stop my wedding and feed me a bunch of bull about how you're in love me when you have a girlfriend! But I guess I shouldn't be surprised should I? After all it's not like it's the first time this has happened. Classic Michael Scofield. You just can't be happy unless you're screwing up my life. Well this time I won't let you."
"Sara, Emily isn't..." Michael started to explain but was cut off by Sara.
"No Michael, I don't want to hear it. Save your lies for someone else." she said pushing her way past him and retreating into the safety of her house.
