Reverse this curse - chapter X
"Hey, where's Max?" Emilie looked up and saw Bryan and Omar almost at her side. How long had they been there?
"Baah, he went with Deborah." She said, trying to appear indifferent and hide her desire to cry. "I thought her majesty only deigned to interact with the absolute best, so I don't understand what the fuck has to do with Max."
"Weeell... they've been together almost since the beginning of summer." Bryan said.
"Supposedly the blonde dick-eating liked Max's fame of bad and misfit boy." Omar added. "The truth is that I don't understand it, they just don't fit."
At that time, Emilie got up from the lawn, still expressionless, and passed between them two.
"I'm going home, my head hurts."
Walked home, almost running, and once inside, she locked herself in her room. Alone at last. She turned on the compact disc and up to full volume, trying to get lost. As her tears began to fall, soaking her cheeks and leaving behind them a trail of black make-up, it started playing 'Heartless' by Carnifex; possibly one of her favorite songs.
I'll burn my whole life down just to get away from you.
I'll burn my whole life down just to never hear 'me and you'.
She felt stupid. And guilty. She hated herself for harboring false hope; as it seems, history repeated itself. How could she have believed that one day Max would love her? Her, probably the most strange girl of Las Vegas. How could she escape this endless cycle? Her destination was impossible to avoid, she knew she was destined to be alone. And to suffer. Because he was perfect, and she was so... mediocre.
The following days were spent in bed, pretending to be ill and taking every single passing moment to cry. She didn't know what to do, she was again sitting in front of her dilemma. Surrender, or keep trying? Because she was one of those people who cannot give up until the defeat consumes them from within. But giving up without almost trying wasn't an option she could afford, even less if that day at Max's house she'd got him basically in the palm of her hand. Or so he thought.
Deep down she knew she could never be able to give up so soon and, if she was, she would never forgive herself. But experience and past mistakes had taught her that the end for her is always the same. And it's not a happy ending. She didn't want a repeat of what had happened last time. No, this time she would leave before that made her insane again.
Saturday finally arrived, the day of Matt Lee's party. After dinner, Emilie dressed in a black corset with laces and buckles, a mini black skirt with chains, and striped black and green stocking to above her knees, and her military boots. She carded her hair, outlined her eyes in black, and put on a black headband. Before leaving home, she went through her room and put on a pendant with a razorblade, and a black choker with a bell green.
"I'm leaviiing!" Yelled to her father, who was sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Okay, honey, have fun." She'd told her father to spend the night with Juliet, but really that wasn't the plan.
When she walked outside, Robert, Bryan, Omar and Max were already waiting; Ronnie was in Juliet's house, studying for the recovery of Economics, so they were all. They greeted each other, but Emilie completely ignored the presence of Max, not even she could see his face, she wasn't able to. 'Traitor' was the only word that passed through her mind.
They entered the garage of the house of Matt –wide two-storey villa located in the center of the city–, just as Massive Disturbance were beginning to play.
"And now, to hell with everything, and take advantage of the night." Emilie said to herself aloud, separating for her friends and getting fully into the mosh-pit. She wanted to bang, and take hits. She wanted to dispel all her worries, if only for that night. She wanted to leave it all to die, drinking until the pain go away. She wanted to forget Max.
Meanwhile, in Juliet's house, she was explaining Economics to Ronnie; the exam was on Monday, and he barely understood anything.
"It's almost midnight, I think I have to go..." He said, stretching.
"As you want." Juliet got up from her chair in the dining room where they were studying and accompanied him to the door.
They waved goodbye and gave each other two kisses on the cheek, but in the second one, their lips gently brushed for a moment. Juliet separated from him and looked flushed, that's when he grabbed her gently by the hips and pulled her closer to him, kissing her again until both were left without oxygen.
"My parents won't return home until noon." She said as they parted for breath, still blushing. "You can spend the night here if you want." Ronnie closed the apartment door, entering again, and took Juliet to her bedroom without stop kissing her even for a second.
Emilie Scarlett.