Chapter Fifteen

Why me? Why now? Out of the total of- well, a lot- of students, I happen to bump into the only one I prayed for long I wouldn't meet again. Max-freakin'-Watson. I regained my composure quickly and tried the ignore-it-and-run-away method but it never worked unless both of us were willing to ignore it...

And that wasn't the case.

Dammit.

He grabbed my wrist quickly before I could turn around to were our team were, the opposite direction. I looked at him with pleading eyes."Wait, please," he said. I could practically hear my erratic heartbeat over the cheers and everything.

"Please." Was all I said before he spoke again.

"I just need to talk to you," he tried to reason, still not letting go of my wrist.

"Let go, Max," I said, feeling how hard it was to say his name again. I couldn't bring myself to raise my voice higher than a whisper, and I knew that struggling was a hopeless case; he was much stronger than I am. Hell, Allen is stronger than me.

"Come on," he urged as I watched our team make their way through the doors. No, no, no, no. I was hoping Matt or Brad, or even Bryan would spot me and manage to get me out of this situation.

"I need to go," I actually rose my voice,"Th-They're waiting for me." Why did I feel like my mind was blocked out of its senses? Why did I happen to remember taking the vitamins every day? I wished I could faint right then. I wished I could find a way, even if it was unhealthy, to get out of it.

"Just a few minutes," he said and started walking, my wrist still in his grip. I just hoped it wouldn't bruise; I didn't need to explain that. I walked with him as he headed outside, towards a corridor between the two buildings, three minutes away from the parking lot. He let go of me then. I took a couple of deep breaths and decided it wasn't worth the tension. I mean, what harm could a simple, short, quick conversation with- Oh, never mind. I knew it wasn't right. Something in me told me to leave this place and run towards my friends, towards Embry who'd supposedly been waiting for me- He was always on time.

"So?" I said, clutching to my white bag. He sighed.

"I couldn't talk to you last time, at your school," he said.

"No kidding," I muttered. He ignored that.

"Mary, I-" I cut him off.

"Stop it, Max. Just stop it! I'm not going to go through this again! What happened happened and it's over- I have a new life, new friends, a boyfriend- everything," I said, though my voice hadn't enough power in it to emphasize on what I meant.

"Boyfriend?" he asked. I snorted.

"What? What's wrong?" You seriously can't be bothered. Like I care if you are. He broke the short eye-contact for a second and shook his head.

"I want to tell you something," he said, bringing his green eyes back to meet mine. I pushed him away gently from my personal space.

"And I don't want to listen," I answered and was preparing for my second big escape when he stopped me- This time from my shoulder.

"Just listen, I never asked you to do anything else," he said, a little harsh that I winced. Well, the main problem was that you never asked me anything, idiot. I sighed and turned to him.

"What?" I asked, trying to sound venomous but I rather sounded like a pleading, whining kitten. Don't ask me where I got that simile from.

"I've always loved you-" I guess my mouth that dropped the furthest it could showed how surprised I was. How schizophrenic, Watson."More than you thought." I cocked my head to one side, trying to comprehend what I'd just heard. I think it was easier to understand the mechanics of the phasing werewolves. Oh, and the chemical bonds, too.

"And yet you ignored me, completely, and went on with your life," I narrowed my eyes at him."Ha Ha." I wasn't feeling like fainting so I decided to cover up the rush of emotions with acting like that.

I was confused, relieved, confused again and- and- No, this can't be it.

"I left you because I felt that way about you." Oh, cut the crap. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You know, when someone loves someone else they usually try to get closer," I said challengingly. He ran a hand through his hair and looked away again.

"I never felt that way about anyone, and it- just scared me, not being in control of my feelings." Now you're talking like Dr. Phil but with hair. I heard my phone ring and I concluded it must be Embry- if not Matt or Stacey. But probably Embry.

"Save it, Max 'cause it isn't working," I whispered, tears forming in my eyes."Because I used to feel that way about you but-" he cut me off by taking my face in his hands, roughly though and bringing my lips into his, not giving me any chance to escape. I cried and pushed him away with all I had of force the same second he pulled away, hitting my head in the wall. I couldn't think, I couldn't comprehend, I couldn't do anything. That was when I heard the oh-so-familiar engine of the only motorcycle I'd ever rode fade into the rain that had just started not a couple of seconds ago.

It was fascinating how a kiss in the rain could have two, very opposite meanings. It could be Heaven, like the one I had with Embry...

And it could feel like burning Hell, like right now.

"Mary!" Max called from behind as I started to run towards the parking lot. Please don't be what I just thought it was, please don't be what I just thought it was.

I scanned the parking lot with my eyes but my vision was blurred with my tears and the rain so I got out my phone, my hands shaking harder than ever and my head feeling 100 pounds heavier than it is.

"Wait!" Max called again. I wasn't even aware of him following me.

"J-Just leave," I breathed, unable to tell if he could hear it or not. I was still trying to point out Brad's Audi Coupe but I couldn't think straightly. Everything was perfect until only ten minutes ago...Ten Minutes.

My vision was getting more blurry but I knew that time wasn't because of the rain or the tears. Well, it took long enough! I was getting dizzy, stronger than ever. And not because of my hypotensitivity this time.

"Sit down or get inside or something," Max said. I turned to him instantly, not a very good move when you're dizzy.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled at him, my voice shaking,"Enough! Just leave me ALONE!" I continued yelling with all I had of force.

"What's going on there?" I heard someone ask who I discovered later was Bryan, when he came into view. Max raised his hands as if in surrender. This jerk.

"Nothing, nothing," Max said, probably to avoid a scene like the one at school about a couple of weeks ago.

"What? What's-" Bryan paused and supported me as I swung with dizziness."Hey Davis!" He called for Matt,"Brad!" he called then turned to me. I was working on steadying myself while standing up and I thought it was working. Slowly.

I closed my eyes and took another deep breath which managed to get me functioning better.

"Here, here," I heard Matt say and a door open."Get in," he said and I opened my eyes to find one of the cars' door open. It took me a second to realize it was Hamilton's. I sat down on the edge of the backseat of the black car. I put my head in my hands that I had supported on my knees.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," I reassured them as I finally stopped crying."I just need to get home-" I looked at Brad,"I-I don't have a ride," I said. He frowned in confusion for a second but Stacey seemed to get what was going on- or so she thought.

"Of course, we were leaving now," she said and held her hand out for me,"Come on," she said, managing to sound cheerful though I knew she was worried.

I leaned my head on the back of the seat and closed my eyes, trying to tune out everything that had happened but I couldn't.

So here's he scenario of the soap-opera that happens to be called life- Yay me-: Ex-boyfriend (or whatever you can call him) bumps into ex-girlfriend at her old school- his school. He takes her to talk. He kisses her. She doesn't kiss back. Ex-girlfriend's boyfriend shows up and sees them and somehow he thinks something that's totally not the truth which girlfriend doesn't know how he made himself believe. She nearly faints, causing a scene in the parking lot and her friends take her home.

How perfect. How cliche.

"Won't you tell us what happened?" Matt asked for the millionth time today and I shook my head again. I hadn't talked since I stepped into the car. He sighed heavily."You can't just- God, Mary."

"I just want to go home and sleep." Maybe everything would disappear in the morning. I just couldn't believe how Embry would think- Oh my God! How could he?

And, Max! How- What?

I took another shaky breath and bit my lip.

"This is unbelievable," Stacey muttered,"You can't just stay silent like that!"

"Yes, I can," I answered simply."How long?"

"We're there," Brad announced and parked in front of my house, turning in his seat to face me."This-" he did something with his fingers,"is nonsense, you know," he said and I looked down at the ground, guilty.

"I'll call tomorrow," I promised,"Congrats, guys," I said with a small smile before I got out. I felt even more guilty for ruining the mood for them.

I walked towards the house and stood on the porch, fixing a smile on my face as I knocked. That should work.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep," I kept murmuring to myself as nothing else worked. I tried calling Embry several times but he wouldn't answer which just made me more anxious. I needed to speak to him about last night. I just did. I hated how I couldn't just go to La Push and visit him- I'd never know where he is exactly. Besides, Dad wouldn't let me go that far in a cab alone. Again with his rules.

I knew I could call Nessie but I didn't want to- I didn't feel like talking about it with anyone, really. That just sucked.

A headache started forming in my head as I waited for sleep to come. I'd tried listening to music, counting those stupid sheep, drinking warm milk- everything. But I was just one of those people who couldn't sleep when some thing's on their mind- Remember the day I went out at three AM to meet Matt?

Speaking of who, I had received a few missed calls from him. And Stacey for that matter. But I didn't answer any of the calls or reply to any texts. I didn't even check my Facebook account or anything. I just took a shower and hopped into my bed.

So I tried calling Embry again.

Please answer. Please answer.

"Hello?" someone answered. Definitely not Embry; I knew his voice everywhere.

"Oh, hi," I said,"Is Embry there?" I asked.

"I'm Quil and," he said,"No, he's not." I could tell something was making him angry and I winced as I realized what it was.

"Please, Quil, I just need to-" he cut me off.

"He's not there. Really." I sighed.

"Fine, I'll call later." He snorted but didn't answer." Bye," I said as I hung up and threw my head on the pillow as a new, fresh wave of tears flooded through my eyes.

That night, I cried myself to sleep.

Embry Call

I ran through the huge trees and on the damp grass, not really caring about anything now. I couldn't believe my own eyes. I just couldn't. I saw her- God. No. It must've been my imagination.

Except that it wasn't.

Embry...

Leave me alone, Jacob.

It- It isn't like her, you know. He said.

And I just needed you to remind me, thank you very much. I'm very sure it was her, Jake. I can't not know who she was. And it was him. I growled.

Him. Him. Him. Him. Him.

I dropped the tree I bumped into straight on the floor.

With that rate, no trees would be left. Jacob thought. I growled again. Like I care.

That's why she never told me what happened. She never really got over him.

That night, I ran myself to exhaustion.

So?

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