Emma Clark
A night of partying, that was the best way to get over a bad break up. Emma loved her friends, they knew how to pull her out of a stoop, but this time it was different. She had really thought that Paul was the one, but he turned out to be a real jerk and broke her heart. She was sure she wasn't going to get over him, and she didn't really want to. So the cure to all things devastating, her friends forced her to shower before dressing her up in a rather flirty fashion and took her out. Emma had never been so drunk and ridiculous in her life. It felt so good to let go and get loose. She partied it up and ended up with a few phone numbers. She naturally felt better, until of course Paul showed up with some tramp on his arm.
That was how she found herself, blubbering into the telephone to James, a summer sweetheart. Her friends had dropped her off at home. She was going to just allow herself to pass out over her bed, when she spotted the photo frame with a picture of her and James in it. It was from about 7 years prior when she was vacationing in Florida with her family over the summer break. She was just fifteen, and he was about sixteen if she remembered correctly. She hadn't ever really had a first love before, but James really was different. He had been completely sweet to her and made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. Somehow she had never felt that way since then. She'd been in a couple relationships after that, but none of the guys compared.
In one last hope to feel better about the whole situation, she called him up in a very drunken state. She was surprised the number he had given her still worked. They hadn't really seen each other since then and Emma was constantly telling herself she had gotten over him and his dazzling charms.
The conversation was a lot of sobbing and slurred words. He was just as sweet as she had remembered. He told her things would be just fine, yet deep down it was unsettling to her.
"Calm down Emma, you're fine. You're worth far more than Paul deserved." He soothed gently.
"B-but-" she hiccuped and quickly blew her nose away from the phone. "He s-said I wazn't go-ood 'nough." She continued to hiccup miserably.
"He's just a jerk Emma."
That was basically the whole conversation for well over an hour. She kept repeating the same words and he kept assuring her he wasn't worth this and she was worth much more. James finally got her to calm down.
"Call me in the morning, let me know your okay, all right?" he asked her with a gentle and patient tone.
"M'kay." She sighed sleepily.
Emma never really did call him back. She was too embarrassed with herself to even think about it. She had poured out her miserable heart and told him everything about her awful dumping from a guy she had genuinely liked. James probably thought she was a complete nutter. No, it was really best to forget about that night and perhaps James all together. He was causing her to hold high expectations with other guys. Emma had come to the conclusion to just be content with her life now. There was no point in making herself more miserable than she needed to be.
âCome on girl! Party it up!â Meranda, a dear friend of Emma, was yelling over the loud music booming through massive speakers.
Emma laughed as she gulped down her rather intoxicating drink. She got to her feet and allowed Meranda to pull her over to the dance floor. They both began to shake about wildly, almost as if they were possessed, in tune to the music. They laughed rather loudly when a couple guys formed a circle with them. Emma loved the club atmosphere, it made things easier and more fun. Life always looked better with the strobe light and a little buzz.
âI got to go get a drink!â Emma shouted over the song to Meranda after they had been dancing for quite a while.
âGet me one too!â Meranda shouted after her.
Emma stumbled slightly as she walked over to the bar. She had to quickly catch herself so she wouldnât crash against the counter. Perhaps buzz was understating things. She was probably a little over the legal limit.
âWhat can I get you?â the bar tender asked simply, though he eyed her a little greedily.
âTwo dry martinis!â she said rather excitedly, a smile blooming across her face as she took a seat on the stool.
Oh yes, clubbing was always the best way to get over a guy.
That was how she found herself, blubbering into the telephone to James, a summer sweetheart. Her friends had dropped her off at home. She was going to just allow herself to pass out over her bed, when she spotted the photo frame with a picture of her and James in it. It was from about 7 years prior when she was vacationing in Florida with her family over the summer break. She was just fifteen, and he was about sixteen if she remembered correctly. She hadn't ever really had a first love before, but James really was different. He had been completely sweet to her and made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. Somehow she had never felt that way since then. She'd been in a couple relationships after that, but none of the guys compared.
In one last hope to feel better about the whole situation, she called him up in a very drunken state. She was surprised the number he had given her still worked. They hadn't really seen each other since then and Emma was constantly telling herself she had gotten over him and his dazzling charms.
The conversation was a lot of sobbing and slurred words. He was just as sweet as she had remembered. He told her things would be just fine, yet deep down it was unsettling to her.
"Calm down Emma, you're fine. You're worth far more than Paul deserved." He soothed gently.
"B-but-" she hiccuped and quickly blew her nose away from the phone. "He s-said I wazn't go-ood 'nough." She continued to hiccup miserably.
"He's just a jerk Emma."
That was basically the whole conversation for well over an hour. She kept repeating the same words and he kept assuring her he wasn't worth this and she was worth much more. James finally got her to calm down.
"Call me in the morning, let me know your okay, all right?" he asked her with a gentle and patient tone.
"M'kay." She sighed sleepily.
Emma never really did call him back. She was too embarrassed with herself to even think about it. She had poured out her miserable heart and told him everything about her awful dumping from a guy she had genuinely liked. James probably thought she was a complete nutter. No, it was really best to forget about that night and perhaps James all together. He was causing her to hold high expectations with other guys. Emma had come to the conclusion to just be content with her life now. There was no point in making herself more miserable than she needed to be.
âCome on girl! Party it up!â Meranda, a dear friend of Emma, was yelling over the loud music booming through massive speakers.
Emma laughed as she gulped down her rather intoxicating drink. She got to her feet and allowed Meranda to pull her over to the dance floor. They both began to shake about wildly, almost as if they were possessed, in tune to the music. They laughed rather loudly when a couple guys formed a circle with them. Emma loved the club atmosphere, it made things easier and more fun. Life always looked better with the strobe light and a little buzz.
âI got to go get a drink!â Emma shouted over the song to Meranda after they had been dancing for quite a while.
âGet me one too!â Meranda shouted after her.
Emma stumbled slightly as she walked over to the bar. She had to quickly catch herself so she wouldnât crash against the counter. Perhaps buzz was understating things. She was probably a little over the legal limit.
âWhat can I get you?â the bar tender asked simply, though he eyed her a little greedily.
âTwo dry martinis!â she said rather excitedly, a smile blooming across her face as she took a seat on the stool.
Oh yes, clubbing was always the best way to get over a guy.
