The Swap - Part 8
by Athirah Roslan
It's been a day since Emma got back home.
And she can't stop day-dreaming about Jeremy.
Hey.
Hi. I thought you'd forgotten about me. ;)
Actually - I just wanted to text you the address of the place for us to meet.
We'll swap phones and then all of this will finally be over.
Do you really mean that?
Do you really want things to be over for good?
Meet me at the cafe near our school in two days.
FFS, Emma – stop avoiding the question.
I'm not avoiding the question, Jeremy.
I told you. I'm sorry, Emma.
People can change. I've changed. For the better.
What makes you think that you've changed?
Let's hang out, and I'll show you in person. :)
No. You and I are just nothing. And will never be anything. EVER.
That's cold.
Maybe that's just who I am.
No, that's not who you are.
You only started acting this way after you found out that I remembered what happened at the party.
You're sarcastic and sassy sometimes, sure. But you're also kind, warm and funny. That's the real you, Emma.
So, I'm asking you again...will you forgive me?
I don't know.
God damn it, Emma.
Emma knew deep down that her 'hatred' for Jeremy was never too real.
She just wanted for him to remember how he treated her that night and apologize.
And he had done that - over and over again.
But, for some reason, Emma felt scared to tell Jeremy how she really felt about him.
She felt paralyzed by her fear. Unsure of how to move forward.
This is bullshit.
You say you 'don't know' because you're afraid of what the outcome might be.
Emma was shocked at Jeremy's perceptiveness.
Whatever. Don't tell me what I feel, Jeremy.
I'm not trying to tell you what to feel. I'm just trying to understand you.
Omg...since when are you so naggy?
I told you. I've changed. :-)
Look, Jeremy.
Things between us are complicated – ok?
Maybe I'm having trouble right now deciding whether or not to accept your apology...
...but that's not the real issue right now.
You asked me if things would be different or if they would stay the same, right?
That's right, princess. ;)
Well...I just don't want to get hurt.
And in order for me to not get hurt...I feel like I need to stay away from you.
What?! But that doesn't make any sense! At all!!
It makes total sense.
You've hurt me before...really badly.
And I'm afraid that all you will do is keep on hurting me.
Emma, that's not me anymore. I promise.
Yes - maybe that WAS me - the old me. But you've changed me.
The only thing that matters to me is you.
I don't know, Jeremy.
Stop saying that.
I want to make it up to you. At the very least, let me be your friend.
If it turns into something more...so be it. But no pressure. Just friends.
Emma?
Jeremy, I don't want to have anything to do with you.
I'll see you in two days.
Jeremy sadly stared at Emma's phone.
Slowly but surely...he began to lose hope.
App