I didn't feel like going home after school. Normally I would go see Snake...but I couldn't do that anymore. Not now.
I hated it. I hated this whole mess.
"Hey," I heard Sean's voice from behind me.
Oh God, not him, not now...I turned hoping it was just my imagination. No such luck.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked.
"I don't want to go home," I said. I don't know why.
"You can come to my house," he offered.
"You sure Lara won't mind?" my voice was bitter.
"Who gives a shit about Lara?" he asked.
My eyes met his. It was like...understanding. Not hatred. Not scorn. Understanding.
"What's with the makeover?" he asked.
"None of your business," I answered.
"I miss him, too, you know," he said. I was dimly aware of his hand touching my arm. It was meant for comfort, but it sent cold chills up my spine. It started to rain.
"Come on," he said. "Lets go." He pulled at my arm, trying to get me to come with him.
"I don't want to, Sean," I said.
"I'm not letting you stay here in the rain. Come on, you're coming with me," he yanked me in the direction of his house.
We stepped inside of the small house. He tossed me a sweatshirt and told me he would put my shirt in the dryer.
We sat at his kitchen table, talking quietly. Talking about nothing, really, but just sitting there. Staring at each other.
Suddenly, there was pounding at the door. "Sean, open up! It's me!" Jay's voice shot through the house.
He opened the door and his new, sleazy friends were there. They gawked at me sitting there, wearing Sean's sweatshirt. My long black and blond hair was stringy, and I was sure I looked worse than the slut that was now glaring at Sean.
"Looky who we have here," one of the guys said, sauntering over. "Goody-two-shoes turned vampire, huh?"
"Shut up," Sean said.
"What did you say to me?"
"I said shut the hell up," he said.
"You have feelings for her, Seany?" Lara asked, her red over lipsticked lips pouting.
"It's not what you think, baby," he said.
His words stung my heart.
"You know what? I'm going home. Give my shirt back to me tomorrow," I said. I walked out.
"Emma, wait," he ran after me. "Don't let them get to you."
"They're not getting to me."
"Then why are you leaving?"
"Dont worry about me. I'm fine, just go get drunk or have sex or whatever the hell it is you do when you're with them. Just forget about me. I'm a part of your past, not your future."