Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 5

Emery Rose

I was about to plant a juicy smooch on Brad Pitt's dreamy lips when the piercing sound of the school bell shattered the moment, jolting me back to reality and signaling the start of the lunch break.

As the math teacher's voice faded into the background, I got up from my seat with a heavy sigh, wiping away any stray traces of saliva from my lips. Thankfully this time I wasn't drooling.

I wasted no time in gathering my belongings, eager to escape and head straight for the cafeteria.

Despite being a straight-A student, math was the one subject that continually eluded me, much to my frustration. The constant boredom and monotony made it difficult to focus, and despite my best efforts, I found myself struggling to keep up.

I made my way out of the classroom, joining the throngs of students flooding the hallways. Lost in thought, I barely noticed the familiar voice calling my name until it pierced through the fog of my mind. Glancing up, I spotted my boyfriend waiting for me outside the classroom, his athletic frame cutting an impressive figure in his blue football jersey and black jeans.

He looked every bit the popular jock that he was, his tousled blonde hair adding to his rugged charm. He watched me with furrowed eyebrows and a slight frown.

I remained silent, my jaw set in a stubborn line as I refused to give in. With my math book and notebook clutched tightly in my arms, I continued on my path towards my locker, pretending as though he didn't exist.

"Emery, come on" I could practically hear the eye-roll in his tone as if he couldn't believe I was still ignoring him.

His footsteps echoing mine as he matched my pace like a persistent puppy trying to win back its owner's affection. But I refused to yield, the sting of his betrayal still fresh in my mind.

As we reached my locker, I seized the opportunity to make a statement, swinging the door open with exaggerated force, as if to say, "I mean business."

"Stop ignoring me; I already said I'm sorry"

Justin's voice reached my ears, but I remained steadfast in my resolve, refusing to acknowledge him. My hands continued to organize my locker, arranging my books with precision as if my life depended on it.

Today marked the third day of my silent treatment, and with each passing moment, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction in my ability to hold my ground.

Despite Justin's persistent attempts to reach out to me, my phone had become a constant stream of calls and texts from him. The only time I texted him was this morning, letting hom know that Leslie, my best friend, was going to give me a ride to school, effectively shutting down any hope of reconciliation.

"Emery, please," Justin pleaded, his hands gently turning me to face him, his touch sending a shiver down my spine

Justin's puppy-dog eyes, a signature move he had mastered over the months, softened the edges of my anger. His blonde hair fell slightly into his face, adding a touch of vulnerability to his usually confident demeanor.

Yet, I held my ground, determined not to let the familiarity of his gestures weaken my resolve, not after the way he had disregarded our plans without a second thought.

"Come on, babe. Let's not do this" Justin pouted, his hands reaching up to cup my face, stroking my cheeks with a tenderness that threatened to melt my resolve.

"I will take you out, okay? This Saturday. I already made reservations and planned everything. You just have to show up" Justin said, his voice tinged with desperation.