Before It Ends • Hessa • Emery Scott

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚡

"Maybe you should go sit, Tailey." I suggest, basically peeling her from my body.

"You're so nice Cole! I knew I couldn't trust Emery." She stammers, wiping a piece of her brown curly hair from her face. That pulls my attention to her.

"What did Emery say?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows down at her. She is quite small compared to me.

"Just that... just that youuuu weren't as great as she thought you would beeeee. That kind of stuuff." Her words are so slow that they are almost too slow to understand. I feel a pang strike me in the heart at her words and I instinctively stumble back away from her. I really was wrong about Emery. Why the fuck am I here helping her when she doesn't even care about me?

I shake my head, deciding I'm done dealing with Tailey's drunk ass and I leave her in the kitchen and head for the stairs. I need somewhere quiet to think. This doesn't change me going through with my plan, because Chris is an asshole either way and deserves to be caught.

I know I shouldn't trust Tailey, but if it's true... Why would Emery say that? To Tailey? Am
I really that bad? I feel my stomach twist into a knot and I shake away the thoughts. Upstairs. It'll be quieter upstairs.

I head upstairs and slip into one of the rooms. I run a hand through my hair and shut my eyes tightly. I let the vibrations and the low bass fill my senses and I try to calm myself for what is about to go down.

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EMERY.

I walk through the front door as if it's total routine and I take a look around the place. I'm immediately overwhelmed with the smell of weed and I feel my body ache with nerves. I'm going to need some sort of shot to stay standing. I'm fucking stressed about seeing Chris again. He's going to be mad, I know he is.

I immediately walk to the kitchen and take a weed brownie and a beer. I don't usually drink just beer but it's the quickest thing to pick up. It's already ready for me in a bottle in the cooler. I know, so fucking lazy Emery! I don't give a fuck!

I take my time while venturing out to the backyard where our group always hangs. They are all sitting in a circle, their lips pressed to a piece of paper as they pass that stupid fucking page around. Suck and blow. If you miss the piece of paper, you must kiss the person beside you. Not just a peck, but a full fucking tongue kiss. Such a shitty game if you ask me.

"Emery!" Tailey cheers once she notices me and I tense. I quickly scan the group for Chris, but I don't see him. "I saw Cole go upstairs." She says and I furrow my brows in confusion.

Cole is here? Why the fuck is he here!? I feel my blood boil and I clench my fist. He's here for Chris, I know he is. I don't even question Tailey as I dart back in the house and head for the stairs.

He must be super fucking stupid to think I'd let him confront Chris. What happened to not being friends anymore? And I thought he didn't fucking like parties!

I first look into the bathroom, which is where he hid out last time. That was a big mistake because that's where everyone goes to throw up. Not only does it smell like shit, but sometimes they fucking miss the bowl.

I march towards each open door. There's surprisingly only one closed door, which I pray to God holds Cole. If not, then I'm going to be walking in on some pretty crazy shit.

I reach for the handle and once I have a firm grasp, I'm yanked from the door. I let out a yelp instinctively and I immediately pull away. I see a distressed Robby for a half a second, yet quick enough to shock me and I slam my back against the wall to get away, but once I gather myself I realize it's not Robby, just an angry as fuck Chris. "Where the fuck have you been?" He screams and I shake my head.