ep 2
The campus cafe buzzed with chatter and clinking cups, but at one corner table, the mood was dark and heavy.
Emrys sat slumped over the table, face buried in his folded arms, his drink untouched. His messy hair covered most of his flushed face, but anyone could tell he was fighting tears - or had already lost.
Across from him sat Teresa, arms crossed, eyes practically burning holes through the wall.
Teresa Elliot (MC's friend)
That bitch.
She hissed, stabbing a fork into her slice of cake like it was Seraphina's heart.
Teresa Elliot (MC's friend)
I swear to god, if I ever see her alone in the girl's bathroom-
Cillian Davis (MC's friend)
Violence isn't the answer.
Murmured Cillian, their other friend, sliding a milk tea in front of Emrys.
Cillian Davis (MC's friend)
Here, drink something sweet. It helps.
Emrys Murray (MC)
I'm fine. (mubled from behind his arms, voice thick)
Teresa Elliot (MC's friend)
No you're not! (snapped) You got humiliated in front of half the damn campus, Emrys!
Teresa Elliot (MC's friend)
And then she had the nerve to blame you for her own rejection. That Desmond bastard didn't have to kick you while you were down either.
Emrys Murray (MC)
Forget it.
He muttered, his chest still tight, vision blurry every time he thought about it.
Just then, the worst timing imaginable- Desmond strolled into the cafe, casual and flawless as always, a smirk playing on his lips, flanked by his best friend Xavier, who looked like he was already regretting being there.
As soon as Desmond's gaze landed on the slumped Emrys, that cocky grin widened.
Desmond Everhart (ML)
Well, well, look who's still crying over a girl.
He drawled loud enough for the whole section to hear.
Teresa Elliot (MC's friend)
Say that again, asshole-
Desmond Everhart (ML)
Didn't know you were such a softie, Emry~
He teased, leaning one arm against their table, smug as hell.
Desmond Everhart (ML)
Bet you went home and cried into your pillow last night, huh? Want me to buy you a tissue box?
Emrys Murray (MC)
(head shot up, eyes red but blazing fire) At least I don't get my ego bruised rejecting desperate girls in public because I can't handle the attention.
He shot back, voice sharp.
Emrys Murray (MC)
Or is that how you get off, Mr. Perfect?
"Ooohhh", a few nearby students murmured, sensing drama.
Desmond's smirk faltered for a second before sharpening again.
Desmond Everhart (ML)
Careful, crybaby. Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself again, would you?
Xavier Victors (ML's friend)
Desmond.
Xavier cut in, grabbing his shoulder.
Xavier Victors (ML's friend)
That's enough, man. Let's go.
Desmond rolled his eyes but didn't resist, letting Xavier steer him away.
Desmond Everhart (ML)
See you around, princess.
He tossed over his shoulder at Emrys with a wink.
As they left, Teresa flipped him off.
Teresa Elliot (MC's friend)
What a dick. God, Emrys, you seriously need to kick his ass one day.
Emrys Murray (MC)
I'd love to.
Emrys muttered, slumping back over the table.
Emrys Murray (MC)
One of these days...
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