A/N: Hi, sorry for the gap of time. My computer died on us so now I'm at my library. J hurray. So, Emma….
Chapter Nine: Emma
I glance at the clock over the classroom door, biting my nails as I scribble absentmindedly throughout my notebook, patiently waiting for the half day bell to ring. I know what you're thinking—why is she so excited? Well… I have an answer for that! Thanksgiving break is already here and I want to get out of this place before my birthday (June 12, just for your information :D). I glance up at Ethan MacDonald, who's sitting a few seats ahead of me, next row.
"Hey Porky the Poet!" I glanced next to me where Becca Chadwick is looking into her compact, doing her makeup overdramatically, black and charcoal eye shadow, making her look like a ghost off of Celebrity Ghost Stories, along with hot pink lip liner and luscious red lipstick, which is a terrible color with her long blond-black streaked hair. She could be a chain-saw killer when we get out of here, and no one would notice. Random thoughts for random people, I should be quiet about her now… The weather is like car-accident weather! With the crystal-like flakes are snowballing out there, along with the ice that could be a skating rink for crying out loud! Suddenly the bell crackles to life. Our silent reading period turned into animals gone wild, with everyone scampering to the door at once.
I take my time packing my bag. When the crowd by the door thins, I bolted. Just as I get to my locker, I hear: "HAWTHORNE!" and running feet. I turned, almost smack into Ethan MacDonald. I look up into his emerald green eyes and drift off a bit as he helps me up. I bite my nails as he begins talking.
"So, about our project.." He licked his lips nervously.
I rolled my eyes at his nervousness, "Anything works for me besides today and tomorrow. And Thanksgiving with family. But other than that, I'm good." I said all in one breath. He grinned and nodded. I bet you're confused now. Stewart Chadwick and I are taking a break, cause he said, and I quote:
"I met this girl in English and I am really confused. I'll get back to you sooner or later." I had rolled my eyes at that. I am Emma Hawthorne, not a girl to be waited for. So we broke it off for a while. And now, I have feelings for Ethan.
These thoughts flashed through my mind for a second or two, just as Ethan began typing his cell number into my new iPhone. I grabbed his and began punching in my number. He glanced up and smirked at my embarrassment. I bit my lip and then we swapped our phones back. I began to walk off when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, almost smiling at the comment:
ETHAN: Testing 1,2. Just testing it out, Hawthorne.
I glanced back at his grinning face and roll my eyes.
EMMA: I think it works, MacDonald.
I walk off toward my locker with a small smile painted on my pale lips.
"I think I have feelings for Ethan." The words fell from my mouth like a waterfall as I toyed with my frozen dinner pack pizza as we situated ourselves on the floor. We're in my den, watching TV and eating dinner.
Jess's eyes go wide and Cassidy practically chokes on her pizza dish.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Cassidy giggled. She was dating Zach, the once-player (he said that he was making Cass jealous and I believe him cause it's true.) but now he's awesome and normal again. When I hear giggling, I glance out the window. I see Megan and the rest of the Fab Four running across the lawn back toward the Wong residence. Jess remained silent with a small smile ghosting her lips. I gape. Megan set us up. Jess gossiped. Jess lied. Jess cheated. Okay then.
I swallowed.
"What're ya smiling 'bout Jess?" Cassidy mocks Jess's southern twang. Jess ignores Cass's comment and stares out the window. "Nothing?"
"YOU'RE IN CAHOOTS WITH THEM!" Cassidy yelps. Jess nods, and then grabs her bags. "You think I'm in cahoots with the enemy?" She turns to me. I shrug. "WELL!" she huffs and storms out of the mansion. I feel the tears falling, and just looking at Cassidy makes it worse.
NO P.O.V.
"Thanks Alaina!" Megan Wong whispered as she counted the three-thousand dollars in twenties. Alaina, Jess-Look-Alike number seventeen, flipped her blond hair over her shoulder, a smirk ghosting over her cherry red lipstick.
"Quit it, Megs and hand over the fee." Megan finished counting and handed it over.
"Worth every penny." She smiled a poisonously sweet smile. The REAL Jess stood beside her as Alaina Violin strutted away. Jess was out of Emma and Cassidy's grasp. Now Jess was a part of the Fab Five. Alaina looked closely like Jess, so they sent her in to seal the deal. The MDBC together no more!
"You lied, Megan!" stated Jess glumly.
"Jessica Nicole Delaney! It was worth it." Megan smirked, "Stop being such a saint, it melts the image." With that, her and her posse strutted away… to things that mattered.
A/N: You like? I did. The Emma-Ethan centric kind of changed up my thought on the story. More to come? Heck yeah!
