Chapter Thirty: Will and Emma

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A/N: So I go on my profile and I see that this story is #29 in humor and #32 in romance on the what's hot list. When did that happen?! Thanks to everyone who has voted and commented! Seriously, the last chapter got so many comments in such a short amount of time that I thought my phone was getting epilepsy. It was flashing that often. Totally made my day. You guys are the best! 

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Kidnap My Heart  

Chapter 30: Will and Emma

Will 

I looked everywhere for Emma. I searched through every area of that goddamn store, but she was gone. She’d left without looking back and without saying goodbye. I wouldn’t have let her leave if she’d said goodbye to my face, but she could’ve left me a note. She could’ve left me a note that didn’t involve her bragging because she’d won the war we’d declared a few weeks ago. I guess some things never changed. I was an idiot for thinking I could change her. I was an idiot for thinking I could be with her.

I dejectedly walked back to Eric and Taylor. They’d stayed behind so Sniffles could explain what had happened to my brother. I wanted to hear it myself; the minute I got back, I started questioning her. “What happened?”

Taylor didn’t say anything. She just bit her lip and glanced at Eric.

“She didn’t say anything to you? You guys were in that dressing room for a long time. She just left the stall and never came back? She just left you behind?”

Taylor shook her head. “Of course not. She wanted me to come. She begged me to leave with her, but…”

“Then why didn’t you?” My tone was hard and unforgiving. Taylor didn’t deserve it, but I had to release the frustration I felt somehow.

Taylor went silent. It was only then that I noticed her hand. It was intertwined with Eric’s. “Oh, my God,” I said. “You chose the cat onesie.”

Her mouth opened and closed before she settled on a response. “How do you know about the cat onesie?”

“She used that metaphor on you?” I asked, and Taylor nodded.

It didn’t even matter. I mean, Emma could use that metaphor on Taylor and claim that was why she’d come up with in the first place all she wanted, but I knew better. She came up with it because of me. She had to have come up with it for me because she was wrong. Taylor didn’t care about designer dresses and heels and sparkly jewelry. Not like Emma did. Taylor didn’t care about seemingly perfect rich guys. She cared about my brother. And if Sniffles could put aside that part of her life for Eric and choose him, then maybe—no. I shook my head at myself. No, that wasn’t going to happen. Not anymore. I’d screwed that up the moment I kissed her.

Eric and Taylor were both looking at me, waiting for me to say something. “I thought—” I began, but I cut myself off. “Never mind.”

“What?” Taylor asked.

“For a moment, I thought maybe things could end differently since you chose the onesie. But Rage is gone. She left. There’s not even a Dolce and Gabbana dress or a diamond necklace to choose, but she chose it.”

“Versace.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?”

“It was a Versace dress.”

I shrugged. “Whatever. She still didn’t choose the onesie.” She would never choose the onesie. I would never be able to offer her the level of life she was used to.

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