Emma Pov.
I sighed & laid my head down onto the birch wood desk. Mr. Rowell's
English class was really dragging on today, all he was doing was telling some personal life story that happened to him this weekend.
It was third hour. He leaned back in his office chair as he spoke proudly about his experience the past two days. My past two days were interesting let me tell you.
After passing out Friday night, spending a day at Grayson's house on Saturday, witnessing/helping Ethan, beginning to eat again & finally going home. I hadn't talked to Grayson in person at all since Saturday, except for a few texts. I left his house before he got home from wherever he went off to in the morning.
Oh and ever since Ethan had forced me to eat on Saturday, I've been eating normally again. Not because I want to, but because Grayson threatened over texting that he would stop eating if I didn't eat again. And I consider myself a good friend, not wanting Grayson to suffer because of my actions.
Mr. Rowell sneezed suddenly while talking & I jumped, too lost in my
thoughts to be bothered. I sighed as the teacher continued to ramble on about nothing having to do with school.
It felt like Mr. Rowell had been talking for an hour at least. But when I
looked up at the small clock on the wall, I realized it's only been a few minutes. I groaned breathily in annoyance, a few students turning to look at me and shush me. I rolled my eyes & buried my face in between my arms that were crossed on the table. I was wearing Grayson's black 'Shadow Hill' hoodie actually. I got cold on Saturday & grabbed a random hoodie that way laying in the living room before I left. Irrelevant.
I felt my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my skinny jeans & ignored it.
I was about to take a short nap for the rest of Mr. Rowell's class anyway. I shut my eyes & sighed peacefully.
My phone vibrated again. I rolled my eyes under my eyelids. It vibrated again. And again. And again. My eyes snapped open. Who the hell was texting me & what do they want that's so important?!
My phone continued buzzing & I snatched it out of my pocket, hiding the vibrating device under my desk & turning it on.
Gray: 2 missed call(s) & 34 unread message(s).
I squinted my eyes at my phone screen. Why was Grayson trying to get my attention? I swiped my thumb across the smooth screen & opened up my messaging app to read his texts.
My eyes widened as I read a few of them;
Gray: E.
Gray: Emma.
Gray: Emmaaaaaaaa.
Gray: Emma I need your help plz. It's Ethan.
Gray: Ethan's beating up Cameron & ur the only one that has the possible chance of calming him down.
Gray: I saw u guys in the hallway Friday night, nobody's ever been able to get Ethan to calm down except u.
Gray: EMMAAAAAAA.
Gray: Answer me, Ethan looks like he's about to kill Cameron fr.
Gray: EMMA PLZ HURRY COME ON.
Gray: ETHAN WONT LET ANYBODY COME CLOSE TO HIM WITHOUT HITTING THEM.
Gray: EMMA.
Gray: EMMA.
Gray: EMMA.
Gray: EM.
Gray: EM.
Gray: EM.
Gray: COME ON CAMERON LOOKS LIKE HES GONNA PASSOUT!!
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Fanfiction"I assume you got my note, cunt. I can't believe I slept with your filthy ass. Like I said, if you tell anybody about that....then I will make sure you can't ever speak again." Ethan spat into my ear & I didn't move, just stared blankly at the wall...
