Emily Rose

I know it's cliche. Trust me, I know.

But isn't life fucking cliche? You fall in love with the one person you never thought you would...

It just hits you like a train. A large 'fuck you, here comes pain' train that takes everything from you; your mind, your soul, your heart.

Unfortunately for me that train came from no one other than my best friend, Parker Bowmen.

I was stuck at one of those cheesy ass frat parties with the large disco ball and colorful blinding lights. The music was so loud that if you got too close to one of the speakers you would go permanently deaf, but isn't that the fun of a party like this?

The room smelt like sweaty gym socks and dirty underwear, but I think that's what happens when you room a bunch of 21 year old boys, who have no cleaning skills, in one big house together without any supervision.

Truly I'm not supposed to be here, I'm supposed to be an hour and a half away in my dorm room at Boulder University, studying for a big final I have on Tuesday. But instead I decided to drive here to Colorado College, for the weekend, to hangout with my best friend in the whole world and the possible love of my life, Parker.

He dragged me to this party and left me to go flirt with a couple of bimbos on the dance floor.

He's wearing his "let's fuck" smirk, which gets every girl, even me. The dimples in his cheeks seemed to appear, adding to his appeal. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair as he laughed at something one of the girls had said. His brown eyes were lit up, excitement sparks in them.

Parker's eyes only shine like that if he's really happy or he knows that he's about to get laid.

I felt my grip on the red solo cup in my hand tighten.

Okay, so I'm not a total fucking idiot, I know that Parker is off limits; he's my best friend and plus he'll never go for someone like me.

The girl who would rather wear a simple t-shirt and jeans to a party than a sexy, tight fitting outfit. The girl who's nails have never met a manicure in their life. And the girl who can't apply single swipe of makeup if her life depended on it.

Well damn, no wonder why I'm a virgin.

One of the bimbos began to grind her hips onto Parker and he's loving it. His hands go to her hips and his proud smirk gets bigger. The girl throws her head back in laughter and I could feel myself about to throw up.

I can't... can't do this anymore.

I've tried to be the good friend and watch. To encourage him, but it's too hard... my resolve is slowly breaking.

So I leave the room, navigating my way through the crowd of people to the nearest door I come to.

I open the door and walk through it. It seems to be a small bathroom.

I turn towards the door and lock it before placing my solo cup on the counter and turning towards the mirror above the sink in front of me.

I look at my reflection. My long, wavy, dark brown hair fell down my shoulders. My skin was a pale sickly white, I had freckles crowded around my nose and cheeks. There was nothing special about me, I was regular, plain, ordinary. Parker would never go for me.

Ugh!

I turned on the sink faucet and cupped my hands together like a basket, letting the water fill up in my hands before splashing it on my face.

I did this a couple times before I heard a knock on the door.

I turned off the faucet quickly and grabbed a small towel from the towel hanger besides me before wiping the water off my face.

"I'm in here! Please go away!" I yelled at the door.

"Emmie, I know you're in there let me in." I heard a familiar voice say outside the door.

"Park, go away... I-I'm peeing." I lied sighing.

How did he find me?

"Funny, I don't hear anything but your voice," the door knob begins to jiggle. "Emmie, please, open this door."

I bite my lip, keeping quiet.

Maybe he'll go away and catch a hint.

"I'm still here, Polar Bear. You can't shut me out." He muttered against the door and my heart ached when he said my nickname.

I don't mean to be this weak when I'm around Parker but it just happens. There's something about him. Everything just pulls me in; his voice, his looks.

Him.

I take a deep breath. "Okay, I'm opening the door."

I heard a small cheer of happiness come from the door and I chuckled.

Of course he would be happy, he got what he wanted, like he always does.

I smiled as I unlocked and opened the door to find the handsome Parker Bowmen leaning against the frame of the door.

A concern smile overtakes his lips as he moves past me into the bathroom.

"Close the door, please, Emmie." Parker gives the door a dismissive wave.

I slowly close the door. "Parker..."

Parker ran his hands through his hair, "Are you okay? Why did you run away?" He asks "I thought I lost you there for a sec,"

I look down at the ground.

If I told you the real reason...

I quickly look up at him and faked a smile and putting my hands on my hips. "I had to go to the restroom, Park."

His dark eyes scans me before shaking his head, "I've known you since you were six, I know when you're lying. Don't play with me."

I sigh.

He's right. What's the point of lying if he already knows I am.

I'll tell him the truth, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on him.

"Fine," I cross my arms over my chest, "I just didn't like it how you've brought me here only for me to be stuck in a corner while you flirt with girls. You know this is different from high school, right? I go to a WHOLE different school, I don't know anyone here. And you to leave me all by myself, here alone, anything could have happened to me."

By the time I was done with my ranting, my hands were clenched into small balls and I was huffing.

Every frustration I had tonight, I brought it all out on him. He deserved it. Leaving me all alone to be the fuckboy everyone knows him to be.

Frankly, I don't care if this hurts him, it feels good to finally having something or someone to scream and fight at; to feel a bit of regret for loving him, to feel anything that can hurt him as much as he hurts me.

I finally look at Parker and when I do, more anger rushes through me.

Parker has a funny way of pissing me off. He does this weird thing with his eyes. They, somehow, become darker, as if it's a shield, hiding away what he's really thinking. His expression becomes nearly impossible to read. And I hate him for that, I hate him for doing what I can't do. For hiding his true feelings from me. For not loving me as I love him.

After a couple seconds of mind breaking silence, Parker walks over towards me and engulfs me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Polar Bear, I'm so, so sorry." He embraces me, we fit together perfectly like two puzzles.

I'm weak, I admit it.

I wrap my arms around him.

Is his heart beating as fast as mine right now?

"I'm sorry, I should have never done that to you, I shouldn't have left you alone. It was immature and irresponsible. I wouldn't dream if something bad happened to you. It'll never happen again, I promise. Forgive me?"

I just can't help it.

I nod my head against his chest.

"Good," He says before pulling away from me. "Now let's get back to the party."

I smile and nod again, not daring to speak. If I did, my secret would spill out right now.

Parker gives me his award winning smile before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the small bathroom.

Leaving my red solo cup and dignity behind, because a couple minutes after promising me he'll never leave me again, Parker leaves me alone to go upstairs with a girl and explore the different pleasures of getting her into as many positions he possibly can...

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Hey guys!

Sorry if this chapter is a little bit slow. It's the beginning, so I'll start with a few key moments before the story kicks into the rings.

Around chapter 3???

Anyways, I hope you liked the prologue.

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