After

                                    

                                          
Emma's Point of View
                          
I shouldn't have let him kiss me... I fucked up. 
                          
But God did it feel right. His lips were big and soft and...
                          
Stop Emma. 
                          
I was leaning against the lockers outside my class which was Honors History with Mrs. Harrington. 
                          
I took a deep breath and walked in to see one empty seat next to a bleach blond girl who looked bitchy. 
                          
Sighing I sat down and pretended to care what the lady was saying. 
                          
"I'm Holly, 10th grade" she said looking at me curiously. 
                          
My honors was her regular because she was a grade ahead. 
                          
"Emma" I said not wanting to talk to her anymore. 
                          
"Tonight me and my friends are going to that pizza place a couple blocks over, with the arcade games. You should come" she said chewing on a pencil. 
                          
"Can't, got plans to help my friend with her bedroom" I replied getting annoyed. 
                          
"who?" she asked invasively. 
                          
"Debbie Gallgher" 
                          
She looked surprised. 
"You're friends with that low life" she asked. 
                          
"Yeah I am and your face is about to be friends with my fist if you keep talkin shit" I said sitting up in my chair. 
                          
Her eyes widen and she sat back. 
                          
"Ms. Coltan language" The teacher said and turned back to the chalkboard. 
                          
I flicked her off and the whole class laughed.
                          
After a long introduction I now knew that this teacher has a bald husband who works as an mechanic and she has three dogs and a cat because her children grew up and ran away as fast as they could. 
                          
I don't blame them at all. That was a 50 minute waste of my life I'll never get back. 
                          
The end bell rang and everyone hopped out of their chair running to their lockers, trying to leave as fast as possible. 
                          
I finally reached my locker which was next to a shy red headed girl who hasn't talked to me. 
                          
I put my bag over my shoulder, plugged my headphones into my phone, put them in, and started listening to No Faith In Brooklyn by Hoodie Allen. 
                          
Walking outside there were groups of friends waiting for the bus. 
                          
I stood by myself since I didn't have any friends here. 
                          
Feeling someone hit my ass I turned around ready to punch someone in the throat. 
                          
Some tall buff kid, probably a football player was standing their smirking. 
                          
I took out a headphone. 
                          
"Think that's funny huh?" I asked him. 
                          
"Damn right it's funny" he said pointing at his friends laughing.
                          
I stepped my right foot on to his hard putting all my strength on it. Since he wasn't paying attention he was too startled to pull it away. 
                          
When he leaned back trying to get his expensive shoes out from under mine I punched him hard in the middle of his nose. 
                          
He fell backwards hands to his face. I didn't even bother checking to see if it was broke. 
                          
I shook my hand out, put my headphone back in, and watched everyone stare at me eyes wide.