Moving Along | Emma

15 | thinking bout u lots lately

Saturday ~

"Em!  Your ride is here!"

I fling my eyes wide open and I pick up my phone. 

Will <3: On my way!

I curse under my breath, totally unmotivated to get up.  I check my Snapchat stories only to see Luke posted...and oddly enough, I'm on his private story. 

The photo is a picture of a toy gun on top of a paper and next to a pen.  He told me when we were a thing that it was real.  It was obvious he was lying though, because some sort of weapon play energized me.  Sometimes he'd hold it to my chin while...

The door opens to the tall basketball player entering my room.  He glances around before he walks up next to me. I grab his hand.

"Come on."  He encourages.

I groan.  "I don't want to."

Will furrows his eyebrows.  "Do you wanna cuddle instead?"

My stomach churns as I think of that picture. Part of me wants to go see Luke.  I think about what Mia would say.  She'd call me crazy for not being able to make up my mind. She'd tell me not to. I guess I should use what I have in front of me. 

Will crawls into bed with me.  I scoot so his arm is wrapped around me and my head is on his chest. 

"What were your past relationships like?" I ask him. 

He begins to pet my hair softly.  "Haven't had one."

I peak my head up.  "You haven't?"

He shakes his head.  "Nope.  I've always wanted to make my first something special."  He pauses.  "What about you?  I'm sure your pretty self has had a lot of boyfriends."

My heart drops. "Not really.  Just things."

"Tell me about the last guy."

I sit up slightly, propping myself up by the support of my elbows.  I look him in the eyes—mainly trying to avoid the situation. 

"You're telling me that was your first time touching a girl?!" I ask him. 

Will chuckles and his face turns red.  "Why, was it good?"

I reach into my drawer next to my bed without breaking eye contact when all of a sudden, I feel the drawer is empty. 

~

I park my car at the house and I trudge outside with adrenaline building up inside me.  I march around the side and then I see his window.  He sits at his desk with a pen in his hand and the gun next to him. 

His room is dark and is only illuminated by the lamp on his nightstand.  It's honestly rather clean which is unlike him.  His hair is a greasy mess.  It falls across his face.  His black shirt that says "I don't trust me either" is all wrinkled.  He looks tired.

He writes down something on the paper.  I notice there's also another, much larger, gun on his bed.  I tap the window which causes him to jump. 

He sighs as he flips over the paper and opens the window.  I crawl right in.  I cross my arms while standing in the middle of his room. 

"You have the worst ti-"

"Give me it back." I huff.

Luke smirks while stepping closer to me.  "Give back what?"

"Stop! You know!" I almost yell. 

He picks up his gun and looks down at it.  "Nope.  What're you missing?  Give me ideas."

Luke walks over to his bed and exchanges the small gun for the bigger one. 

"I'm not going to-"

By the time I turn around, I see Luke with the large gun in his hand.  I'm the least bit frightened.  For some reason, this gives him the biggest boost of confidence.

"Meet me in the school tomorrow at five oclock in the morning...alone." He commands.

I pop one of my hips.  "Will you give it back?"

"Don't ask questions."

I roll my eyes.  I sigh heavily as I head towards the window.  I stand on his desk and squeeze myself through. 

"Oh, Emma?"

I turn around.  "Yeah?"

He smiles.  "Hide good."

I chuckle.  "What, are we playing hide and seek?"

"Sure, you could call it that".

Yikes.  Trigger warning for next chapter.  Also, I found out how this will end.  I'm a bit upset, but it must be that way.