After walking for only two minutes or so, I stop and turn around. I decide that I'm going to follow Emily home. Just to make sure she's alright. When she left she was a bit of a mess and I just need to make sure she's okay. My house is a lot closer to the party than hers is, and there aren't that many people around.
I run back down the street to see if I can find her, and sure enough I see her walking up the street, not far from where the party is. She looks upset, obviously. She's got her arms wrapped around her body and I can hear her sobbing from way back here.
I know what you're thinking. I should go and talk to her. But honestly, I think it's best I don't. I need to wait until tomorrow, she's hardly in the right frame of mind to be talking about it, she's fucking furious. I think she's had a bit to drink, too. It may sound cruel, and truth be told, it is. Knowing that she'll be going to sleep tonight hurting, crying, thinking I've betrayed her, when she could be going to sleep happy, nice thoughts. So as hard as it is to see her hurt, I do think I should wait until she's in a position to be more rational. But hell, maybe Katie will tell her that it's not my fault. I wouldn't hold my breath, though.
I'm still watching, and listening to her cry as someone turns around a corner at the intersection and bumps into her. And surprise, surprise. You'll never guess who it is. That girl. That fucking girl. The skank. I stop and hide behind an old warehouse as I watch over their conversation. And all of a sudden, there are no words, there are no thoughts. Just my eyes, watching, unable to be torn away as I watch Emily lean forward and kiss her passionately, pushing her up against the wall. I don't know what to do. I know Emily is just trying to punish me, and she's probably thinking I deserve it. Which in her mind, I do. But in reality, I don't. But now I understand what she's feeling. And just like I couldn't handle it if she knew that I was watching, and then just left me here, I couldn't do it to her.
Tears begin to fall as I slowly walk up to her. I can't run. I can't even walk at a normal pace. My heart is racing and my limbs are beginning to go numb as all my surroundings go dark, the street lights fade away and the only thing I can see is Emily. Emily kissing someone. Emily kissing her. Emily kissing someone who isn't me. It's the feeling of a raw emotion that I never quite understood. Heartbreak. The witnessing of a lover deceiving you. Especially knowing it's out of spite.
Before I can even process it, I'm stood in front of her and she's got her hand down this girls jeans. I can feel the throw up form in my stomach as I heard the sounds coming from the Skank's mouth. Sounds that I should be making, not her. Their lips are still attacking each other, and their bodies are quickly moving in sync. I can't take it any longer. I clear my throat loudly and Emily must recognize my voice in an instant. She rips her hand out of the Skank's jeans and wipes it on the back of her shirt.
"Naomi." She says. She doesn't say it angrily, happily, she's not sad, guilty. There's absolutely no way of telling how she feels, even when she turns around and looks at me.
"I didn't kiss him." I say firmly.
"You've been crying." She points out.
"What's your name?" I glare at The Skank.
"Um… Georgia."
"Go. Now… Please." I tell her and she obeys, looking at Emily awkwardly before doing her jeans back up and wandering off.
"I didn't kiss him." I repeat.
"Naomi I was right there. I saw."
"I know. But it wasn't what it looked like." I tell her. "He was drunk. We were having a laugh and then he saw Katie snogging some guy and I guess he was just angry. So he grabbed me and kissed me. Funny how that happens, huh?" I smile sadly," It was only for a second. Ask Katie. Or Connor. It's the truth, I swear."
She looks at me blankly and I feel like I can literally see her heart sinking in her chest. She turns and sits down on the ground against the wall, bringing her knees up to her chin. I follow her and after a few minutes in silence, I decide to speak up.
"Emily? Are you going to say anything or we just gonna sit here?"
"Naomi, I am so sorry." I see the tears dripping down her cheeks and I put my arm around her and give her my jacket.
"Oh- you don't have to…"
"I want to," I smile, and she returns it.
"I've ruined everything."
"No you haven't, don't say that."
"But I have! You saw."
I'm angry, that's for sure. I'm not angry at her. I'm angry at… the situation. And if it wasn't for that fucking Connor, we wouldn't be here right now. He's going to get a fucking earful from me, I'm telling you. But the thing is, I can't be mad at Emily. And even if I try, what good would it do? I can't change what's happened this evening, so the best thing to do is just try and move on from it. I've got to swallow my pride.
"It's okay." I tell her, and to emphasize it, I lean over and kiss her on the cheek.
"I feel like shit." She says, wiping a tear from her eye. "I'm so fucking stupid. I should've just listened to you. Then we wouldn't be in this mess."
"Hey," I say softly. "We'll work it out." I put my fingers under her chin and bring her face up to mine and give her a soft kiss.
"I can't believe Katie would do that, though. I mean she was saying how she wasn't sure if she really liked him, but I didn't think she'd feel the need to pash someone else right under his fucking nose."
"I know." I squeeze my shoulder and bring her in closer to me. "Do you want to come back to mine?"
"Oh- only if you want…" She looks down sadly, awkwardly.
"Emily, we can move on from this. I know we can."
She smiles sadly. "I'll just text Katie." She says pulling out her phone and sending something.
I stand up and extend my hand out to her, helping pull her up. My hand tingles. Funny how that still happens. I'm kind of used to it though. In fact, I like it. She gets up and I put my arm around her waist. She wraps both arms around my waist and we begin to walk. It's a bit awkward to walk, the position we're in. But to be honest, there's no place I'd rather be.
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