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finally.
    “I appreciate, but if you don’t want to, I can… Get a cab, or… something.”
    It was annoying that she didn’t say anything. I mean, she was stuttering as much as I was, and she was obviously uncomfortable, and I was too, but I…
    “Ems…” I started, and she looked at me curious, with her big brown eyes.
    “I need some time to think, Matthew.”
    I nodded, knowing she was serious when she said my whole name. I took my keys from the counter, and opened the front door holding it for her. I didn’t know why I kept doing that, but it felt so right for her, even though I have never been a gentleman before. I also opened the door of my car for her, and she gave me a weak smile that instead of making me happy, made me feel like crap. I blew everything, all our friendship, every chance I could’ve had on her just because I couldn’t stop. I mean, I gave her a lot to drink, and I was the guy, and I should’ve stopped! But somehow, I couldn’t think of a sentence that would say how much I wanted everything to be okay again.
    “Look, Matthew, it’s not you, it’s just…” she started when I turned on the engine.
    “No, I get it, I blew it,” I didn’t even have the courage to look her in the eye. During the drive to her house I kept my eyes on the road, and she hasn’t said anything else. When I pulled over at her house, I sighed, knowing this was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
    “Matthew… I had an incredible time with you last night,” she said, and placed her hand over mine. I still couldn’t look at her.
    “Yes, I had too a good time too. It was a really great Prom. Better than mine was, anyway.”
    “Why?” she asked, curiously.
    I didn’t want to tell her all the gory details about the bitch that broke my heart by cheating with my best friend and making me like this, a stupid player who had no clue how he should act around a girl as special as her.
    “Because you were there,” I said honestly.
    Her mouth turned into a beautiful smile, and, unexpectedly, she leaned to me and kissed me. The sensation I had when her soft lips touched mine made me hate myself even more. I put a hand on her back, pulling her closer to me.
    “Matt…” she whispered, apologetically.
    “No, stay here,” I said, wrapping my hands around her and kissing her again. “Plus, I really love hearing you whisper my name,” I said, as a smile curved my lips. Yeah, I already blew it, at least I could make fun of it.
    “Sure, obviously,” she said smiling, and then sighed. “I really have to go, you know…” she said, pointing suggestively to the house.
    “Ems, I want you to know that I…” she looked at me, waiting to finish my sentence, but I couldn’t. I had no idea how to put into words every feeling I have towards her.
    “I know.” she said simply. “I will… call you… or…”
    “Something,” I finished her sentence.
    She smiled weakly and leaned to me, closing her eyes as her lips touched mine. I felt how my heart sunk, and I knew nothing good’s going to happen. I kissed her back. This kiss felt ever better than our first one, if that was even possible. I slowly bit her lower lip, something I wanted to do since I’ve met her, and then kissed her again, deeply, feeling her shiver as her hands, pressed against my chest tried to push me away.
    After a minute or so, I pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes, and I knew there was nothing I could do. I sighed, kissing her on the forehead and she whispered a “ goodbye ” as she got out of the car, knowing that this was the hardest thing in my life.
     
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    I think I was starting to go crazy or something. I haven’t heard from Emma in about a week and a half, and it hasn’t been a single day when I haven’t thought of her. When I haven’t tried to call her, but closed the phone just before it started to ring, or tried to go to her house, but changed my mind before getting out of the car.
    I was acting