Chapter Twenty-six: Emily's Thoughts

Emily was lying in her room that she shared with Mia. She had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Jayden is perfect. He has dreamy blue eyes and coco blonde hair. His smile is cute and he got straight white teeth. He is so nice and so fearless. He is brave and is a great leader. He is amazing. He is nothing less than perfect, thought Emily. She sighed lovingly.

I, on the other hand, am lucky to even have a boyfriend. Let alone Jayden. I thought he would be drooling over Mia like Antonio and at one point Kevin. Mike used to drool over me but we tried it and we realized that we are just good, best friends, now siblings. I'm clumsy and insecure. I am not as pretty as Mia or Kira. He must be crushing on one of them behind my back. I mean what does he see in me? I must be his charity project. I mean he says he loves me but does he mean it. Probably not. I wish he would stop pretending, thought Emily. She sighed sadly.

Is he cheating on me? No, he couldn't. I mean Mia is going out with his best friend. He might do that to me, but not Antonio. So, I could go suicide and then he won't have to pretend to like me. That's brilliant, Emily thought. Even though she wanted to live, she wanted Jayden to be happy more and he wouldn't be happy if he had to pretend to like her.

She went to the kitchen and opened up the silverware drawer. The silverware tinkled and made little clinks as they hit each other. She flinched. She grabbed a knife and closed the drawer. She put it to where her heart would be, but she hesitated.

Apparently she made too much noise because James woke up and walked down the hallway to see what was going on. He walked in to see Emily standing there, her back to him. She was holding something to her chest. It glinted off the moonlight and he saw it was a knife. Oh no, thought James.

"What are you doing?" asked James, keeping his voice calm. Emily jumped and whirled around, her eyes widening in fear. The knife fell to the floor. James saw that he was correct and felt horrible. She didn't say anything and was staring at him. She followed his gaze to the knife and she ran.