Chyna knew how she'd start this. As she sat behind Fletcher, Olive and Emilie instead of next to them when they were having assembly, and then she pulled Emilie's chair hard, causing a shocked Emilie to fall forward and, much to Chyna's dismay, be caught by Fletcher, who lunged forward and grabbed her.
"Careful, Chyna, you could have really hurt her!" Olive said, frowning, as Emilie changed seats to sit next to Fletcher, away from Chyna's reach.
"It was an accident!" Chyna lied innocently. "Fucking hell, it was supposed to be a joke!" she snapped, when Olive glared.
The assembly progressed, and eventually it was home time. Emilie, in that entire day, had been pushed, shoved, tipped out of her chair, and locked in a classroom, all by Chyna.
So on her way home, she rushed to get out of school, only to be pushed hard onto the pavement. She fell on her back and looked up to see Chyna.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, moving in on my admirer, you little slut?!" Chyna kicked out, causing Emilie to wince.
"I wasn't! I was being nice to him, he's my friend!" Emilie protested, but Chyna kicked her, pushed her, and then eventually scratched her with her nails, before walking away.
"Stay away from him." She said, before she left.
Emilie felt numb for a second, before she got to her feet, moaning slightly as she shifted. Fletcher was suddenly by her side.
"I'll walk you home." He said.
"But Chyna said-''
"I don't care. I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you again." He cut Emilie off as they began to walk.
"Thanks." She said, smiling gratefully.
"That's what friends are for." Fletcher replied.
True to his word, he walked her home. On the doorstep, he paused. "Um, Emilie?"
"Yes, Fletcher?" she asked, looking at him carefully.
"Well, um…on Saturday, I…uh, I got tickets to a movie…want to come?" he asked, stuttering and blushing.
"You mean like a date?" Emilie smiled.
"Well…uh, if…if you want it to be…" Fletcher blushed more.
"I'd really like that. Pick me up on Saturday." She smiled.
"Great! I'll, uh, I'll be here at 7." He said.
"See you at school tomorrow, then."
"Bye."
Emilie waved and smiled as she entered her house.
As Fletcher walked home, he punched the air triumphantly.
"So, come on then, Emilie? Is the little girl too scared to show her talent?" Chyna jeered, followed by laughter.
Olive and Fletcher entered and they heard this, the next day.
Emilie's eyes flashed, and she grabbed a microphone, jumping up on the stage. A beat started up and Emilie began to sing, despite the beat being slow, her voice was amazing:
I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
you´ve been the only thing that´s right
In all I´ve done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder… louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can´t raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder… louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can´t raise your voice to say
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder… louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can´t raise your voice to say…
Eventually the song finished, and applause erupted around the room as Emilie put the microphone down and got off of the stage, looking at Chyna.
"I don't know what you've got against me, Chyna, but I didn't want it to be like this." She said, before approaching Olive and Fletcher.
"That was amazing!" Olive said, giving Emilie a hug.
"Olive! I thought you were my best friend! You're supposed to take my side!" Chyna said, exasperated.
"No, Chyna. I'm supposed to take Emilie's, because you're not being fair on her." Olive said, and she slung her arm around Emilie's shoulders. "Let's go. Coming, Fletcher?"
The girls walked out. Chyna grabbed Fletcher's shoulders.
"Fletcher…please…you love me, don't you?" her eyes filled with tears, although they were fake. But Fletcher didn't know that.
"I…I…uh…" he wasn't sure of what to say.
But his blush must have made Chyna think his answer was good, because, still holding onto his shoulders, she pulled him into a kiss.
A gasp from behind them made Fletcher pull away and whip around.
"Emilie!"