*A week before*
You’re definitely never going to read this so, I’m just going to be honest with you. You are one of the nicest guys I have ever had as a friend. You’re smart, kind, and caring. You always have been there for me and I wish that I could tell you this but, I’m just too shy. When we were in the seventh grade and we were at Cassie’s house for seven minutes in heaven, I thought for sure that she would get mad that you kissed me but, I guess I was wrong. You were my first kiss and you didn’t find ways to make me feel awkward after that kiss.
Yours truly- Emily Anderson
Emily set the letter down on her desk. She couldn’t believe how long ago she had written these. All of these letters. One to Nicklaus, Jackson, Eric, Marcus, Aaron, and Sam. She laughed at herself. She picked them all back up and put them back into her shoe box and put them into her closet. She was such a different person then. Quiet, kind, and definitely shy. Now? Now she was louder, spoke her mind, and she still was kind but, in a different way.
Emily got up off her chair and ran downstairs after getting dressed. Her dad was sitting at the table with her younger brother. Her older sister had went off to college just a few weeks ago in London.
“Hey, daddy.”He smiled when she kissed him on the cheek.
“Hey sweetie how’d you sleep?”
“Good. What about you?” She yawns.
“I slept very well.” He nods.
“Is Em driving me to school today?” Brandon asked. Their dad shakes his head.
“No. I can drive you today. Are you okay with driving yourself Em?” Emily nodded.
“Alright well, then I will see you when I get home then.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before getting up of the diner stool.
“Love you, dad. Have a good day at work.”
“You know I will.”
Once Emily had gotten behind the wheel of her sister’s car, she put the key into the ignition and was on her way. What she didn’t realize was the car that had pulled out in front of her after she had already gotten halfway through the intersection. She hadn’t felt the impact until a few minutes later when the car was on its side on the other side of the road. Feeling the blood rushing to her head and it dripping down her face, she cried out in pain. She had a horrible headache and her legs hurt. The glass in the car from the windshield had broken. She tried to push her way out of the car and once she successfully did, she got as far away from the car that she could.
“Oh my goodness are you okay?” She heard someone shout from across the road. She couldn’t really make out who they were at first being that her vision was a little blurry. She would not pass out. She couldn’t. She had to get to school. “Hey! Hey! Are you okay?” The person took her face into their hands. Their hands were soft but calloused.
“I’m fine. Well, at least I will be.” She answered drowsily. Finally recognizing who was holding her face in their hands, she sat up straight and widened her eyes. “Trent? What are you doing here?”
“I was driving by when I saw you sitting in front of your car and it was flipped. Did you call the towing company?” She shakes her head slowly, feeling her head start to pound even worse.
“Did a car hit you?” He questions curiously. She nods. “Well, it’s not here anymore.”
“I don’t even care to be honest. I just want to get this blood off my face.” She rubs her head and wipes some of the blood off with her hand.
“Here let me help you up.” He holds out his hand and she takes it.
“No problem Anderson. Can I at least help you clean yourself up?”
“You’ve already done enough and wouldn’t Cassie get mad if you did that?” He laughs.
“Cassie gets angry at anything. So, it won’t matter either way.” He pointed out as I smile.
“You’re right. Alright, I guess.”
“Let me call a tow truck real quick so it can pick this up.” She nods.
Trent stared intently at the road, knowing that his girlfriend would definitely be mad. No, she would be furious.
“Listen Trent I just wanted to thank you again for helping me.” She exclaimed weakly. “Turn right.” He nods.
“I know Anderson, I’ve been to your house before. We were once friends.” He wondered exactly why they had stopped being friends in the first place. He had remembered that Cas had just stopped talking to her in the 9th grade. That’s when everyone had separated and he had discovered soccer.
“Yeah well, not everyone stays friends Trent.” She contented, looking out the window avoiding his gaze. “And what’s with you calling me Anderson? I have a first name.” She blurted out with just a hint of anger at the edge of her voice. Ignoring her comment he replied with.
“Your right. What happened with you and Cas anyways? You guys were always super close.” He questioned curiously.
“Ha.” She mumbled. “She dropped me when we got to high school. I believe her exact words were ‘I wasn’t ever going to be pretty enough or good enough to fit in with her.’ So…” She finally met his gaze but, quickly looked away with a hurt look on her face. Before she looked back out the window the look was gone. The rest of the way back to her house neither of them said a word.
He had always been good with helping other people. At least that’s what his mom had always told him. Trent grabbed the wash cloth that Emily had told him was sitting on the counter in the bathroom.
“Found it!” He smiled coming out of the bathroom, waving the wash cloth around. Emily smiled just slightly.
“Great.” As soon as he sat down beside her, he instantly went away at cleaning the blood off of her face and hands.
“There does that feel better?” He said. He felt really bad that she ended up in a car accident on the first day of school. On the first day of their junior year. Not only that but, he had heard that her mom had disappeared the year they had all stopped hanging out.
“Yeah, Thanks.” She stands up and grabs a shirt and pair of skinny jeans out of her dresser. “I’m gonna change quick. I’ll be right back.” She disappears for a few minutes and before he knows it she’s back.
“Yeah, I guess.” She replied.