Page 63 of Interference
Emery groans under her breath as we watch the figure skaters approach us.
We turn to face them as they come to a stop in front of us. Half the girls look at Emery with disdain, while the others just look uncomfortable. Almost as if they would rather be anywhere than here.
“Oh, look, it’s little Miss Goodie Two-Shoes. Then again, I guess you aren’t very good when you get knocked up.” Ashley looks over at me. “I guess I should thank you for taking out my competition for me so I didn’t have to.”
Surely I didn’t hear this bitch right, right?
“Looking a little out of shape there, Emery. Are you sure you aren’t pregnant with twins?” one of her teammates says.
What. In. The. Fuck?
“Excuse me?” I demand.
The other girls shift uncomfortably, but Ashley just crosses her arms over her chest and smirks.
“Did she tell you Wyatt stopped by our place? If I were you, I would get a paternity test,” Ashley says.
This girl is a piece of shit. As if I don’t know that my buddy went to see my girl or that he takes care of her when I can’t. I’m guessing this bitch doesn’t have a family to rely on.
I open my mouth to go off on her but stop when Emery lightly touches my arm.
“Don’t. They aren’t worth it. Let’s just go. We have plans, remember?”
Is she serious right now? She wants me to walk away and not defend her when her roommate is talking shit and making up lies? I know why Wyatt went over to her place.
“Emery.”
She shakes her head. “Please, let’s just go.”
The way she pleads makes my heart ache.
“Okay.”
I reach out and take her hand in mine. When we pass by the posse of mean girls, I give them my middle finger.
Is it childish? Probably, but it makes me feel fucking better.
When we reach the door, though, Emery pauses and turns to look over her shoulder.
“Oh, girls,” she says, getting their attention. “Life can turn on you quickly. You should watch out. You never know if you’ll be next.”
Before anyone can say anything, Emery pulls me out of the gym. I stay quiet until we get outside.
“I fucking hate that this is how it is for you. They were your friends. Your teammates. They should support you.”
“They were never my friends, and teammates for me are nothing like what you are used to. It is what it is,” she says, sounding completely exhausted.
“Buttercup…”
She shakes her head. “It’s fine. Besides, revenge will come to them.”
“Yeah, and what will that be?”
A wicked smile crosses her face. “Well, revenge will be that none of them will make the Olympic team, and then in four years I’ll make it when none of them have.”
She will. She will make that team. I don’t care what I have to do to help her achieve it, but I’ll do it. Her dreams will become a reality.
“You’ll make it.”
