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up. My arms secured around her waist stop it though. 

"Let me go." I can almost hear plea in her voice so I loosen my grip a little, but apparently still enough for her to get up because shes up and out the door in a flash. Why does everything feel empty now that she left?

 

~Emma~

 

I leave with Jessie, and every part of me turns ice cold. Troy was so... Comforting and, warm. Pushing those thoughts away, Jessie and I hang out in her room for a few hours.

"Hey sweetie." Their dad pops his head though the door. "Hey Emma. We're about to have dinner, would you like to stay?" 

"Uh, sure. Why not?" We hop up and follow him into the dining room. 

"You get to sit next to Troy." Jessie whispers, smirking at me.

"Oh no. No. No. Nuh uh. Nop-"

"No what?" Troy asks, sliding into a seat.

"Nothing." I respond a little too quickly, plopping down next to him. I make sure to send multiple glares Jessies way. She just smiles at me.

"Oh, would you like to invite your parents over too?" Their mom asks. I starts coughing to cover up me choking on water at her question.

"Um... My dad actually had a business trip to go to today. That's uh, that's why he couldn't come to the uh, hospital." I throw a sideways glance at Troy, who seems to be contemplating wether I'm lying or not. I realize that I was playing with my earrings like I do when I'm lying, so I quickly retract my hand.

"Oh, okay dear. What about your mom?" I gulp at the mention of my mom and Troy seems to sense my discomfort.

"Um, mom." He clears his throat. "Her mom, uh, went missing.... 12 years ago." He seems to feel just as awkward talking about it as me.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry. Well you mustn't go home without anyone there! You can stay here until he gets back!" She offers. 

"Oh no... This time he'll be gone for a month. I couldn't burden you that long." I say making up a random length in time.

"You aren't a burden! Stay here, Emma. There are plenty of extra rooms you can stay in. Please, we'd be happy to have you." Jessie reasons. I guess I could move straight out of here then. I'll be 18 by then and John will never even know I'm alive. 

"Well um, I suppose. Thank you." The rest of dinner goes by pretty uneventful, although I do notice Troy glancing at me throughout it, multiple times. "I can go get my clothes tomorrow after school, right?" Their parents nod and sign Troy up to bring me to a room. Once we're there, he sits on the bed and stares at me. "Can I help you?" I ask.

"I don't know what it is about you Emma Winters. But I sure as hell am going to figure it out." With that he stands up and leaves.

Chapter eleven

~Emma~

 

I leave the school at lunch, telling Jessie that I had to go to the library, and Sprint to my house, just to make sure John isnt there. I grab my clothes and the essentials, throwing them in a backpack. I dart back to school and throw the bag in my locker. I close it and almost scream when I see Troy leaning against a locker a few down from mine, with an amused looks on his beautiful face. What the fuck? That did NOT just come out of my... Brain.

"What book?" He asks smirking at my reaction.

"You Asshole. What? Oh... Book. Yeah book. Uh, lots. Lots of books." I reply playing with my earring. 

"Interesting. Well, Jessie's waiting for you." I nod and attempt to move past him but he grabs my arm. "Don't lie Emma. It'll only get you into deeper shit." He growls almost in a whisper but a not. His voice is gruff and deeper than normal.

"Thanks for your concern." I spit back. I rip my arm from his grasp and as I walk away I say, "but I dont need it." He dryly and humorlessly chuckles behind me, but doesn't follow me. After school I pretend to go home but don't. Instead I go to a park a bit away from there for about 10 minutes before running back to school with both my backpacks stapped on. "Hey Jessie." I say stopping right before I run into her.

"Whoa girly." She laughs, getting into the back of the car. I go to follow her, but she grabs my bags and fills up the spots, smirking at me. I glare at her, sigh, and get into to passenger seat next to Troy. "Let's go!" Jessie hits the back of his head.

"All right, all right." The drive to their house was completely silent. I hop out of the car as fast as I can and after grabbing my stuff, I run up to my room. I plop down on the bed and start scrolling through my phone. A soft knock at my door cuts through the silence, scaring me so bad I fall off my bed. My door opens at the large thud, revealing a laughing Troy. So hard that tears welled up in his eyes. "Oh, that was amazing." He wipes his eyes and continues laughing.

"Shut it pig shit. What do you want?" I growl getting up.

"Ouch. That's harsh. I just wanted to tell you that dinner is ready. But you know, I don't have to tell you." He dramatically grabs at his chest again and I roll my eyes.

"You just did dumbass." I respond.

"Look at you, you little spit fire." He winks.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I growl. Push past him and he chuckles again. I hear his footsteps behind me as I rush down the stairs. "Jessie, your brother sucks." Jessie giggles and looks at Troy who still has a smirk on his face. When he sits down, he places his hand on my knee. Despite my tinted cheeks, I shove him off.

"How was school?" Their parents come in and start to make small talk which I'm thankful for so that I can ignore Troy.

"What about you Emma?" I was spacing out, so again, Troy makes me jump.

"Huh?"

"They asked if we were interested in any activities." He explains, the smirk never leaving his face. Not letting my dad find me and staying alive. Is my first thought.

"Uh... No... Um, not really." I gulp. 

"Hmmm... Maybe you could join the track team. You do seem to run pretty fast, dont you?" Troy looks me directly in the eye. Shit. He knows about lunch. And me going to the park.

"Um, I still have some homework, so I'm just gunna go..." I say, rushing my plate to the kitchen and upstairs. Once I get to my room, before I can shut the door, it shuts for me.

"Homework? The library? Going home? I thought I told you not to lie Emma." He sneers.

"Troy, leave it alone. We all have our secrets. You have yours, I have mine. Now, leave mine to me, and get out." I cross my arms over my chest, and leaning against the wall, he copies my stance. "Troy. Please. Leave me alone." His eyes move back and forth between mine before slowly removing himself from the wall. He takes a slow step forward and continues staring at me.

"What could be so bad that I have to leave you alone?" He deep voice cuts through the silence. He takes another step forward, causing me to take a step back. He continues walking, as do I, until I back into the wall. "Answer me princess." He says, reaching up to touch my hair. I flinch as his hands come up and he freezes.

"Don't start with the pet names Troy..." I whisper, barely audible.

"Answer me." His hand unfreezes and moves to play with a loose strand of hair. "It's not that hard princess." He whispers.

"Troy... Please..." I beg.

"Tell... Me..." His breathing becomes heavier as he becomes closer and closer.

"Troy..."  Is all I can get out before I'm silenced by his warm, soft lips.

Chapter twelve

~Troy~

 

God, this is so wrong. I wasn't supposed to actually act on my thoughts. I came here with the intent of confronting Emma, and I was, but this is where we ended up. Her hands play with the hair of my neck, my hands resting on her hips.

"Mmm... Troy." She goes to pull away, but I move even closer if that's possible, not letting her. I'm pressed flush against her body and she doesn't seem to be protesting, as she licks my bottom lip asking for access which I gladly grant. Her and I fit perfectly together, if I do say so myself. At last, I reluctantly pull away.

"Wear... Did you... Learn... To... Kiss like that?" I ask out of breath from the most mind blowing kiss ever. She just shrugs, even in the dark of her room, the only light being from the street lights below, casting a beautiful glow on her face, her cheeks are red. I rest my hand on her cheek and again she flinches. "Emma... Please. Tell me." 

"Fine. I've been... Trying to figure out what happened to my mom." She says, reaching up but she quickly pulls it back.

"Was that so hard?" I ask smirking at her. Complete disbelief coats her featutes. I swear I saw hurt flash through her eyes, but if it was, it's quickly masked.

"I told you, now get out." She scoffs angrily. She slips out from my grip, and walks to the door, opening it. I stay still for a moment, contemplating what just happened. "Get. Out. Now." She says, zero emotion in her voice. I slowly walk out of the room and she slams the door shut behind me.

"Jessie?" I knock on my sister's door. She opens the door and let's me in.

"What's up?" She plops down on her bed, and motions for me to sit next to her.

"Okay, promise me you won't laugh or get mad."

"I don't know, those are two very different things Troy." She laughs but seeing my stone cold face, stops. "Fine. I wont."

"So, I went to talk to Emma, and long story short, it ended up in us kissing. After we kissed, she admitted what I asked her before and asked her how that was so hard." I tell her.

"Did you smirk at her?" She asks. I slowly nod, confused. "You Asshole!" She punches my arm. Hard. 

"Ow! What the fuck Jessie?!"

"You idiot! She thinks you kissed her just to get the answer! Get out and go fix