Emma took a few deep breaths before deciding she couldn't handle staying here for all the other audtions. She moved to the drama teacher, quietly making her excuses before heading out, rubbing her temples.
She was so glad they were doing auditions over the weekend so she didn't have to face the rest of a school day. School was so much harder lately, but she had to hide it.
((Night! :) ))
Hayden sat through the rest of the auditions, bolting up and getting out of there as fast as he could once they were over. He got into his car and drove home at a leisurly pace this time, not particularily in a rush to get home but glad to be out of that stuffy theatre.
Emma sat in the parking lot for a while, leaning her forehead on the steering wheel as she just tried to pull herself together enough to drive back to her apartment building.
When she finally started to drive, she drove slowly, taking a long, roundabout way to get home.
Her phone chirped in her brightly colored bag, over and over again like an insitent electronic bird. Text messages, missed calls, updates.
She closed her eyes and tried to ignore them, wishing she had turned the stupid device off. They were all from friend, no doubt.
And the thought made her want to cry.
Hayden, not wanting to go home just yet, took a detour route down to an old park that he used to play at when he was a child. The play structure was under renovation so he knew no kids would be there, allowing for some peace and quiet. He pulled onto the side of the road and turned off his car, getting out and locking the doors before heading up towards the fenced in park equipment. Pushing his way through a hole in the fence he took a seat on one of the swings and pulled a little notebook from his pocket along with a pencil and started to write.
((So, do we have a reason as to why they detest eachother so much?))
((I've been trying to think of one. Maybe because they used to be friends, but then one did something and...I don't know.))
Lisbeth stopped in the parking lot of an old park. She didn't get out of the car, rather, she sat inside thecar and started to cry.
((Maybe they were friends in elementary school or something and then in highschool one of them randomly stopped talking to the other? Or... They used to date? Or they just got on eachothers bad side due to a little run in? Ooooor, rumours? Lol, just spitballin' ideas here.))
Hayden ignored the car he heard pull into the parking lot and continued to write,
'Bitter like cocoa powder,
Dreary as a rain shower,
Yet you still let her draw you in.
She is as beautiful as a blossomed flower,
She blocks you out with all her power,
Refusing to let you win.
The clock chimes with every new hour,
She thinks alone; her thoughts devour,
All happiness she held within.
There she sits, feeling sour,
Looking down at you from her high tower,
Wondering how did all of this begin...'
(Ignore the roughness of this, it's a first draft I came up with on the spot...)
((I like those ideas. Lol, hard to pick just one...))
Emma cried in her car, just resting her head on the steering wheel and sobbing until she couldn't breathe.
How long could she hide this? What was she going to do?
((Lol! :P ))
Hayden finally closed his book and shoved it into his pocket, satisfied with his writing for the time being. He pushed up off the swing and wandered out of the fenced area and back to around where he had parked his car. He noticed the car that had pulling into the parking lot before, getting closer he could make out the shape of a hunched over form. Drawing near he noticed that the car to belong to none other than Emma. He went over and lightly tapped on the window to get her attention.
Emma jolted up when she heard the tapping on her window, looking up. Her hands flew to wipe at her red eyes, quickly swiping away the tears, but unable to hide the fact that she had been crying.
When she saw it was Hayden, she sniffed and turned her head away, lowering the window a crack.
"What do you want?"
Hayden leaned against the side of the car, proping his arm on the roof he peered through the window.
"Why are you crying?" He asked, a small frown on his face. He might not have liked Emma but she was still a girl, and he didn't very much like to see girls cry. Call him soft but that's just how he was.
"I'm not crying." Emma wiped her eyes again quickly. She wanted to kick herself for letting Hayden see her cry. For letting him see her while she was weak.
It was almost worse than him seeing her puke.
She reached over to grab her bag on the passenger seat, trying to pretend everything was normal.
"Could have fooled me." Hayden remarked and raised an eyebrow, a small smirk now perched on his lips. "Well if you weren't crying-", he mocked "- is everything atleast okay?"
"Yeah." Emma wiped her eyes again, rooting for her gum. Where was it, where was it?! She kept searching for the pack. "Why wouldn't it be?"
Haydens smirk grew, "Are you sure? You look pretty distressed." He pushed away from the car a bit. "You know... a cigarette would really calm your nerves." He joked.
Emma glared at him through the window. Her fingers finally closed around the half empty pack of gum. She pulled it out quickly, only to drop it. She grumbled, then as she went to get it, she hit her head on the steering wheel.
Hayden covered his mouth to muffle a laugh and leaned agianst the car again. "Smooth one." He muttered after dropping his hand to his side.
Emma couldn't help but sniffle, even though she hated being weak in front of anyone. Especially Hayden. She put her forehead to the steering wheel, letting the pack of gum sit by her feet.
"If you're just going to laugh at me, you can go away." She said in a small voice, sniffling slightly.
Haydens smile fell as he glanced back in the window. Did he make her cry again? He hadn't meant to... "I'm sorry." He said before looking down at his shoes. He pushed off the car and began walking away, back to where his car sat on the side of the road.
Emma looked up wiping at her eyes.
"Just curious," she called. "Did you actually care when you asked me when I was crying, or were you just trying to seem nice, or...what?"
She watched him through her window, wiping her eyes.
Hayden haulted and glanced back over his shoulder, "It doesn't matter who you are... I always care when I see someone upset or in pain." He told her, shoving his hands into his pockets, accidentally knocking his poetry book out and onto the ground in the process. He glanced down and sighed before picking it up and shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans. "Have a good night, Emma."