I bit my lip nervously waiting for him to answer. It was the fifth time I'd rang him in the past hour, I needed to speak to Jake and it couldn't wait.
"Hey, this is Jake's phone, leave me a mess -"
I huffed loudly, slamming my phone onto the club table and picked my drink up, taking a sip.
"Is it wise that you're drinking more?" Tobias appeared out of I nowhere, giving me a questioning glare.
"Get stuffed Tobias" I grumbled, turning away from him. I've come to the conclusion I'm not the happiest drunk...
"I told you, you wouldn't like the answer" Tobias said quietly, sitting opposite me. He placed a glass of water on the table and pushed it towards me.
"Drink up" he instructed me and I rolled my eyes dramatically.
"You're so demanding."
"It's the way I am, get over it."
"I don't like it" I replied childishly.
"Tough," he responded his eyebrow raised high. I huffed again and couldn't think of anything to respond with, so in true Emily fashion I did the only thing I could think of.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
He gave me a questioning glare an I saw his mouth twitch before he finally spluttered with laughter, the skin near his eyes creasing as he did so.
"You're so childish," he grinned, wiping tears away from his eyes. He glanced at me quickly from under his hair before looking away, smiling. He cleared his throat and pushed his hair back away from his face before speaking again.
"You're going to get hurt Emily," he said seriously and I paused, my drink hovering in mid-air. My heart began racing and I shook my head in protest.
"Don't bury your head in the sand. He can't leave the gang, trust me I know" Tobias said his jaw clenching tightly. I watched as his eyes darkened and a haunted look appeared on his face.
"How did you leave the gang?" I asked intrigued at what his answer was.
If he could leave, surely Jake could?
"I almost didn't."
I snapped my head towards his chest, underneath his clothes where I knew lay the deep scar.
"Is that why you were shot?" I asked suddenly and Tobias stood abruptly from the table, spilling his drink as he did so. He face was contorted in pain and I stood up with him, my eyes widening at his reaction from my question.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked reaching out to place my hand on his arm. He nodded quickly, pulling his arm away from my grasp and walked away from me, his head hung low. I watched him disappear into the crowd and chewed on my bottom lip, feeling sympathy for him.
"Have you had an argument with your boyfriend?"
I turned to see a young man no older than Jake smiling at me, concern in his eyes.
"He's not my boyfriend" I replied politely taking a seat on my chair once again. I huffed and rested my chin on my hands. Trish left me to go dance, Tobias left me and now I was alone, at a club opening.
Great night out this is turning out to be...
"I'm Andy" he introduced himself, taking a seat opposite me where Tobias had previously sat.
"Hi, my names Emily" I replied, giving him a quick friendly smile. I glanced down at my phone to see if Jake rang or even messaged me back. Nothing. I let out a heavy sigh.
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[Highest Ranking - #1 In Teen Fiction] Currently Editing. ***** Meet Emily Wentworth. Since the death of her father, she's been living a private home life full of abuse. Emily has kept it a secret for year...