**a week later**
Michael opens the door and everyone at the table (Mum,Dad,Sydney,and I) turn our heads toward the door. I see him and immediately roll my eyes. I glance over at the empty seat with the,now cold,plate of food. "What?" Michael asks and I sigh. "Michael,honey,remember we were having dinner together tonight. And with a guest." Mum says. Sydney just stares at her plate of food,still mentally broken apart by what Michael said to her in the café a week ago. "Oh,I forgot," He says and shuffles through the mail stack sitting on the little table. I close my eyes tight and open them up again. Dad lightly touches my arm. He knows how mad I can get. I take a deep breath and nod. But just the feeling of him in my presence makes me furious. He's been acting like a fucking jerk to me and my friends the past few days and...and I can't handle it. "Sorry 'bout that,though." He mumbles. I slam my hands on the table and I stand up and that makes my fork fall to the ground. "I'm done!" I yell. Michael looks over at me. "What's wrong with her?" He asks Mum. "What's wrong with me?! You've been a jerk to me,but more importantly to my friends. And NOBODY is a jerk to my friends. You fucking hear that?" I say,pointing to him. Everyone else is silent. He narrows his eyes at me. "I've kept my cool,Michael! I really have! But I'm just SICK of it!" Dad touches my wrist and I look down at him. I look back at Michael. "Look,I don't know what's happened between us,but I know you've changed! Whether it's because you've got a new girlfriend for the first time since....Allison....or anything to do with me,but IM DONE WITH YOU!" He stands there. I take a deep breath and practically shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose. "It's not my fault you and your stupid friends are easy to make fun of." I didn't even realize I had gripped my napkin and I throw it on the ground behind me. "JUST STOP! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE IN MY FUCKING LIFE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" I shout and push him out of my way so I could burst through my door and lock it behind me. I slide down the wall beside my desk and start crying.
I hold on tight to Sydney,still in tears. It's been three hours since,and I've been crying it out. The door opens and I don't care who it is,so I keep my head on Syd's shoulder. "Hey-" Michael begins. My head falls as Sydney stands up and pulls him so she can look in his eyes. "I suggest that you keep your fucking mouth closed and leave all your bullshit out of this room until Emily is ready to speak to you." She says and I rub my eyes. She lets go of his shirt and sits against the wall again. I quietly thank her then stand up and hug Michael as tight as I can. I'm still crying. But I don't really care. "I'm s-so so-orry,M-m-Michael." I say through sobs,still hugging him. He pats my shoulder. Dad calls Michael's name and I let go as Michael leaves the room. I sit at my vanity and wipe off my makeup and Sydney starts talking about something but I honestly am not listening. "You're not listening,are you?" She asks. I catch that part. I shrug. "Not really." Michael comes back in with,guess who,Chloe. She smiles and waves. "Hey. Fixing your makeup?" She asks all cheery. "Was there ever something wrong with it?" I ask. She laughs. "My opinion is my opinion." I pause and turn to face her,wrinkling up my nose. "You wanna know my opinion on something?"I say. Michael shifts his weight. "Sure." "To be honest,I think that your makeup skills are as bad as mine,if not worse. And plus,you're a little to talkative and tend to get a little personal when it comes to my life." She frowns. "Okay,how about we just go now?" Michael asks. "What 'personal' things did I want to know?" Chloe ignores Michael. I smile and wrinkle my nose again. "Little things." I say,repeating what she had told me,even though it doesn't matter. She scoffs and she goes out of the room.
Sydney looks up from her laptop. "Hey,so,anything new with Ashton? I mean,you guys haven't been on very many dates lately." I shrug. "We're alright." "What is that supposed to mean?" "We're just," I pause to find the right choice of words. "The same,I guess." She nods slowly. I look back down at my laptop and scroll down to find amazing online deals. "Hey,so,weren't you moving out?" Sydney asks. "Can't find any good places." "Why don't you move in with me? I have an extra bedroom in my apartment. Which is weird,but still." I nod. "Sure," I say,scrolling down the page. "Sure." I repeat.