High School. A teen's best friend. Yeah Right.

By Risty Maskell and Silver15

Disclaimer: I wanted to go see Tolkien, see if he'd sell them to me. But then I found out he's dead.

Summary: Righty-o, Chapter 42. You lazy lot of …people. Read the rest of the story and maybe I won't be as mad as you think.

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There is no way to put into words how I felt. I felt completely betrayed. I'd told Jaime that I'd tell someone in my own time, but she had still gone behind my back. And the others. It made me feel sick to think that they all knew. It was my business and they should have stayed out of it.

After he had finished talking to Randy and Gimli, Elrond tried to get my side of the story. But I wouldn't speak to him; I wouldn't speak to any of them. Billee tried to apologize for his part in it, but I just turned away, refusing to acknowledge him. And one by one they went away, leaving Jaime and me alone.

I was sobbing into my pillow, more from anger and humiliation than anything, so at first I didn't realise what Jaime was up to. Finally, when I glanced up, I saw that she was holding my knife. Trying to take it from me again.

"Give it back," I said coldly, glaring at her. She avoided my eyes and shook her head.

"I can't Emma," she said softly. "Not while you're like this"

"It's your fault I'm like this," I said angrily, getting to my feet and holding out my hand. "Give me the knife, Jaime"

"No" She stood firmly, the knife held tightly in her hand. "Emma, if you'd just give me a chance to explain…"

"There's nothing to explain," I yelled at her. "I asked you to give me time and you didn't. Now just give me my bloody knife"

She shook her head. I grabbed at the knife, badly cutting my hand in the process. But I could barely feel the pain. I was too angry. But as hard as I tried to get it from her, Jamie wouldn't let go. Then I did something that I'd never done before. I hit her across the face. Hard. She fell over and hit the floor. The knife landed beside her. Jaime looked at me, completely stunned as I grabbed the knife and slashed at my arm. Believe me, Jaime's never actually seen me cut myself before. It must have been quite a shock.

"Emma, stop it" She stood up and tried to grab my arm. I shook her off, annoyed.

"Let's get this straight, Jaime," I said, wiping tears from my eyes and leaving a streak of blood across my face. "I'll never forgive you for this. I hate you. I hate all of you. You are no friends of mine. You bloody well humiliated me, Jamie. That's not what a friend does. Keep away from me. I never want to speak to you again. And you can damn well tell the others that as well."

Jaime was crying and saying she was sorry, but at that moment I didn't care. I wanted to go home, I wanted to die, anything except stay there. I slipped my knife into my back pocket and walked out of the room only to collide with Elrond. As soon as he saw the blood on my face, he knew what I'd been doing. He grabbed my shoulder to try and stop me leaving. And then I really lost my temper.

I said some nasty things to him. I told him that he was a pathetic principal because he couldn't control his students, that he was a rubbish teacher who couldn't teach to save his life, that I hated him and I wished he was dead, that I hated his stupid school…well you get the drift. Elrond looked shocked and tightened his grip on my shoulder slightly. I knew that he wasn't going to let me go easily so I did something else terrible. I kicked him hard in the shin. He yelled and let go of me. I saw my chance and ran. I could hear him calling my name, but I didn't look back. My mind was all messed up. I needed to think.

A/N: Well what can I say? This is what happens when I write while I'm in a bad mood. Sorry Jaime, I didn't mean it.