Emily's POV
I sluggishly made my way up towards my room before throwing myself on the bed and making out a noise that sounded somewhere in between a scream and a groan.
I was always ridiculously tired these days. I mean, I was that kind of girl who was tired seven days a week, but these days were an exception. I was tired, plus I was depressed.
I was mentally and physically tired.
And all the credit went to none other than Noah Black himself. He was acting really really , weird these days, and I was starting to doubt our friendship. I mean I was okay with giving him space but the fact that he only wanted space from me, seeing as he was all too well with Kyle and his other friends made me wonder if he wanted to end our friendship.
I honestly didn't want to lose him. He was the only one that had come into my life after years of loneliness and made me come out of my shell. Sure I still wasn't as much social as other teens, but hey I was improving. He had gained my trust in a matter of days, and he was the only one around whom my walls crumbled down on their own. He always saw through me. He taught me to trust again. And losing him meant going back inside my cave again.
I took my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it. I subconsciously opened Noah's chat like I had been doing for the past few days and typed a 'hey' before removing it and going back to the home screen. I didn't even have the guts to text him. Great, right?
My mind went back to our moment at the lake and a frown made its way on my lips. I wasn't even sure if I did the right thing that day but I was hella sure that whatever I did was bothering both Noah and me to a point where we were on the verge of pulling out our very own hair from our scalps.
But I knew one thing that maybe if it wasn't a good thing for me, it sure was a good thing for Noah. Even if he had some kind of feelings for me, which was ninety-nine percent impossible, he didn't deserve me. He deserved someone far more lively and......happy. Someone who could make him happy and give him what he deserved. Unlike me, who had no other things than to drown in self-misery.
I sighed before getting up and throwing an oversized yellow minions tee with white short shorts.
I made my way downstairs and was looking for something to eat when my eyes landed on cocoa powder and chocolate chips. I grinned when an idea popped up in my mind.
Let's try something new ***********
After half an hour of doing groceries and fighting the urge to stop myself from buying all chocolate related items at Walmart, I made my way towards my front door with tons of grocery bags in my hands.
I had to stop myself from buying every single candy at the store besides Nutella, of course, because even if I was broke, Nutella would always be my first priority.
I had decided to make a cake for Noah.
Surprised?
Me too!
That day when Noah taught me to bake a cake, I tried it on my own a couple of times after that and surprisingly I made it out without burning anything. Suffice to say that it tasted pretty good.
Yay I decided to surprise Noah by making him a cake. Surely he would be surprised and maybe happy that I did some effort? Because on a serious note, THE TENSION BETWEEN US WAS KILLING ME.
I had to do something to cut it and food was the only thing that sounded reasonable at the moment. Yes, I was hungry if you were curious.
I put my headset on and played my 80s playlist before throwing everything in a bowl and making the batter.
Hello Goodbye by The Beatles started playing in my headset and I started swaying my body to the music while singing terribly at the top of my lungs.
🎶You say yes I say no
You say what?
And I say I don't know....
Oooooo Oh noooo You say goodbye
And I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello hello
I was a sucker for classics and let's just say that I lost all my senses whenever The Beatles started playing.
I put my cake in the oven and prayed to God that I didn't mess anything up and the cake would come out just as I wanted it to be.
After a while, I took it out and thanked the lords above that it looked.....well somewhat presentable.
I topped it with chocolate chips and Kit Kat and voila, the luxury was ready.
I saw my mom making her way out of her room and I groaned in annoyance. I really didn't want her to ruin my mood today but to my surprise, she nodded her head acknowledging my presence and smiled before taking the newspaper from underneath the table and went back to her room. All of it happened in a matter of a few seconds that I didn't even have a chance to react.
I stood there, very frozen still wondering if my eyes had played tricks on me again or if all of it really happened.
I decided to shrug it off and took my cake from the counter before practically flying out of my house towards his.
I saw his bike in the driveway and grinned.
He was home And so was William because his car was also parked in their driveway but honestly speaking, even if he was my boss, he still was one of my favorite persons on the planet. So, I really didn't have any problem in the slightest by his presence around. In fact, he was always on my team rather than Noah's so it was a win-win.
I knocked at the door rather way too much excitedly and waited for him to open.
Seconds after it, William popped his head out and his eyes lit up when he saw me. I returned the gesture before he let me in but his expressions suddenly changed and he nervously scratched the back of his neck, a thing both father and son did when they were anxious.
"Hey Will," I greeted with a smile.
"Hi Emily, how are you?" he avoided eye contact with me, which I found really strange but I decided to let it slide.
"I am absolutely greattttt," I emphasized the word 'great' and he chuckled.
"What brings you here?" I found his question rather odd because he never questioned my sudden arrival but I shrugged it off.
"I mad—Where's Noah?!" I asked excitedly, cutting my own sentence in the process.
"He's umm... upstairs," uncle ran a hand through his hair.
"Okay," I turned around and made my way towards the stairs.
"Emily, listen," William stopped me in the tracks.
"Yeah?" I turned around.
"He's umm maybe..... I think sleepi—" I cut him off.
"He's sleeping? Oh dang, I mad— I'll wake him up. No problem. He won't mind," I waved my hand dismissively and he sighed.
"Emi—"
"See you in a bit," I shrugged him off and flew upstairs.
I stood out of his door and brought my hand up to knock before a sinister smile made its way to my lips and I put my hand back down.
I decided to scare him in his sleep. I gently held the doorknob and turned it anticlockwise, trying to open the door without a squeak.
I gently opened the door wide with one hand and what I saw next made me regret coming here.
Nichole Vincent was sitting on Noah's lap, straddling him while Noah on the other hand had his hands all over her, and his tongue thrust into her mouth. Both of them were so engrossed in kissing each other that they didn't even notice another presence in the room.
My heart sunk as Nichole's hand went under his shirt and Noah deepened the kiss by placing his hand behind her neck.
My breathing hitched in my throat and I involuntary choked out a cough, gathering the attention of the other two.
Noah immediately pulled away from Nichole and guilt was visible on his face. Nichole, on the other hand, had a victorious smirk on her face and she didn't even look the slightest bit concerned about the tension in the room.
Noah's ran a hand through his hair and slammed his first into the wall, "Emi—"
"I didn't mean to interrupt," I choked out. I was on the verge of tears. One wrong move and I would break down in front of them which I could never let happen.
I took a step back and looked up from the floor towards Noah who had an expression of regret and remorse on his face. I mustered up a smile and took another step back, trusting my heart to make it out just for a while more.
I was finally out of his room when I clutched the doorknob, looked Noah straight into the eyes, and winked. I closed the door and almost immediately stood against it to keep myself from falling. I couldn't let him see how much I was fazed by it.
I was clutching the tray so hard that my knuckles had turned white. I loosened up my grip and took some more breaths before making my way towards the stairs.
I took a step down the stair and that was when the first tear slid down my cheek. I brushed it off with the back of my free hand and started walking downstairs.
I came down and immediately walked towards the door, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and hide in a hole.
"Emily?" William's voice came from behind and I sucked in a breath.
I wasn't in a situation to face him. To face anyone.
I took a deep breath and mustered up the best fake smile before turning on my heels to find him standing behind looking at me with a concerned expression on his face.
"Are you alright?" he took a step closer.
"Yeah what could possibly happen to m-me?" my voice wavered but I stood my ground.
"Emily you—"
"I need to go," I blurted out.
"And yeah, I made this for N-Noa— for both of you," my voice was starting to betray me and I needed to get out of here.
I handed him the tray, smiled, and turned around opening the door and closing it behind.
I took small steps towards my house and tears started making their way out of my eyes.
I started running and before I knew, I was in my bed curled up under the sheets and crying myself to sleep.