I stood there in awe. I pulled my IPhone out of my pocket, and dialed 911, my eyes still rested on the two of them snogging. "Emergency services, what is your problem?"
"I am at school, and I've just been held to gunpoint by a student threatening me. Please come to London City High School as soon as possible."
"Yes ma'am, police will arrive in three to six minutes. Where in the school are you?"
"On the first floor, in a custodian's closet near room 107."
"Okay, remain calm and they are on their way."
She hangs up, and I silently stare at them. She looked like she was on top of the world. It really hurts to say this, but it looked as if Liam did too. They snog like this for three minutes as I just cry, letting out a whimper or sniff every once in a while. I stop with blurred eyes and a tear stained face just as we hear a "Freeze! Step out of the closet slowly, and drop your weapons." We did as we were told, and they ask if I was the one who called. I nod and look at the ground. I didn't want to look anyone in the eye, I'd burst into tears.
After about twenty minutes, Christa is getting arrested along with Miley and Brittney. "I friggining hate you." Christa snaps at me. "I'm not so fond of you right now either." I still haven't looked anybody in the eyes. I stand next to Liam talking to a police officer. "Did she hurt her? She doesn't seem too good." He says. "Who, Emily? No sir, she's just in shock." He nods, leaving Liam and I alone.
"Emily?" Liam whispers. "What?" I snap, still staring at the ground. "You know I didn't mean it." "It's great to know that when you kiss me it means so much to you." I mumble I turn to walk away, when Liam stops me. "Em, I'm sorry. It was just a distraction.."
"I shouldn't sit here all innocent, Liam." I sigh. "What do you mean?" He questions me. "I- Erm, I-" "You what Emily?"
"H-Harry..... we kissed. I pushed away, but I feel awful......" I start to cry quietly. I look up into his eyes, and totally break. I run to the girls toilets, locking myself in a stall, still crying.
I can hear him calling my name, but I ignore him. Maybe Christa was right. Maybe we shouldn't date. My thoughts are interuppted by a soft knock on the stall door, and a calm deep voice. "Emily, come on out now. We should talk." I look through the crack of the door and stands there not Liam or James, but Zayn.