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a new one. He sold me the Corolla with 160,000 miles at an unreasonably low price. I’d say he was giving me a bit of charity, but no matter, it’s mine.
    Mine and Emily's.
    "Get-out!" Emily shouts moments later as she looks at the champagne colored car parked on the street and then back at me. Her mouth is hanging open, unsure of what to say.
    "Come on; get in. We have a graduation to get to."
    ~
    "Your brother is way hot," I hear the blonde say. Emily doesn’t respond, but another high-pitched voice does. "That’s not her brother, you clueless bitch." Emily told me about this once, where females call each other names as terms of endearment, but I don’t get it. If one of the guys at the store called me a bastard or asshole, I’d punch his face, endearment aside.
    "Gretchen..." I hear Emily plead. “Please don’t.”
    "What? He’s not—which, of course begs the question, why aren’t you bangin' his brains out, little Emily Evans?" Truth be told, I want to know Emily’s response. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it a thousand times, but I’m curious to know if she thinks about it too.
    "I have to—" then I hear footsteps rapidly retreating. I decide to make myself known and walk out of the hallway where I’ve been hiding since the conversation seems to be over.
    "Hey, Ethan, you just missed Emily." The blonde motions down the hall in the direction Emily went.
    I follow.
    The sound hits me immediately as I near a classroom with an open door. Thankfully, it’s a sound I haven’t heard for a while, but hearing it now cuts me like a hot knife through cold butter.
    "Emily?" I call to her as I enter the nearly empty room. The desks and chairs are stacked, waiting patiently for another round of students in the fall. Emily looks up, red-faced and glassy-eyed. She regards me for a moment, then bursts into another round of sobs. For a second, I think about how ugly crying is. I think Emily is beautiful, but the way her face contorts… it’s just so unattractive. This crying mess in front of me doesn’t look like Emily at all. Then the few remaining scraps of humanity I think I have left kick in, and those superficial and negative thoughts float away. All I’m seeing now is my Emily in pain—and I want to make it stop. I go to her as fast as my legs can carry me and take her in my arms, holding her close. We’ve only embraced a few times, but for me, it’s special every time.
    After several minutes, Emily has calmed and she raises her head to look at me. Her eyes are clear now, and as she gazes into my eyes, I think about how beautiful she is. It’s all I can do not to place my lips over hers. We’re so close that just a few inches forward would connect us. I want her so much sometimes it’s hurts. But that’s not meant to be, and my sinful thoughts have to remain hidden.
    "Ethan, I have to tell you something. Well, ask you something, really. I mean I’m going to tell you something, but then I’m going to—" I cut her off by placing my hand gently over her mouth. She rambles when she’s nervous, plus my hand will keep me from kissing her.
    "Deep breath," I coach her and myself. After a few relaxing sighs, I encourage her to start again.
    "You can tell me anything, Emily. I’m here for you. You can trust me."
    But never in a million years would I expect what she says next.
    "Ethan, I love you."

~ Love~
    The words are ringing in my ears: "I love you."
    It occurs to me I may have misheard. It’s the only possible explanation.
    "So, you're okay? Don’t listen to those girls, Emily." I’ll just pretend those three little words aren't hanging in the air—regardless of whether they were actually said.
    "Ethan, did you hear what I just said?"
    What do I say? I have no idea how to approach this, so I just stare at her wide-eyed.
    After a few moments, I feel warmth creeping up my thigh and realize its Emily’s hand. At first, it’s an attempt to get my attention, but as her hand ascends, I realize