"Yeah, damn. I sure know a lot of information about you, Miss Thang, that you might not want to have out and about." Justin grinned evilly, thinking he could scare her.
Emily shrugged. "Actually, I don’t care. Tell what you want. I am invincible!" She threw her hands up in the air triumphantly, and laughed. She took her hands down, and did a little dance of victory. She pointed her finger at Justin. "You better be careful about what you do to me, Mister. Otherwise, I might have to use blackmail. I saved those conversations."
"You saved those conversations?!" Justin asked, frantically.
Emily looked around wildly. "I saved them? Really? Oh my God! Where are they! I’d love to see them!"
Justin threw her a Look, and she laughed. "You aren’t funny."
"Funny? What’s that?" She was silent for a second. "It’s coming back to me, I think I’ve got it . . . Oh yes. Funny is what a person named Emily Mayes is. I remember now."
Justin chucked a pillow at her head, and she dodged it successfully. She got a disturbed look on her face. "Oh gawd," she whispered.
"What?" he asked, holding the next pillow in his hands.
Emily shivered. "It’d really coming back to me. I’m remembering some of those . . . things you told us." She gagged. "Nasty boy!" She started choking, and held her hands around her throat.
Justin’s face was like a stone. "I was joking around when I said some of that shit."
Emily fell on her back, still play-choking. "I can’t handle the thoughts. Ewwwie, ewwwie, ewwwie!" She grabbed her head, and closed her eyes. "Nasty mental picture, nasty mental picture. Yuck, yuck, yuck." She stuck her tongue out and peeked through the slits in her hands to see Justin giving her a mean look. "Don’t give me that look, Mister."
Justin’s face stayed the same.
"Fiiiine." Emily got to her feet, and looked around. "I’m getting food." She bounced out of the room, and to the fridge. She jerked it open, and leaned over. "Can we say, no selection?" she told herself. She grabbed a container of Yoplait cherry yogurt, and a spoon from the drawer beside the fridge. She walked back to the back, and stopped to tear the lid off. She took a step forward, but stopped.
"I still can’t get over her," Joey remarked. "She’s crazy. Like Chris. But she likes Mr. Shy Boy here. What opposites!"
"Didn’t you say that you thought she was cute, Lancey-poo?" Justin asked.
"I don’t remember that," Lance said. Emily could see part of his face, and it had turned a form of red.
"Yea ya do," Chris continued for Justin. "It was the night we met her. Or is it that you just don’t want to admit it?"
Lance was silent. "Why would I have a thing for her anyway?" he asked. Emily’s heart dropped rapidly as she waited to hear what he’d say. "I want a girl who is religious. She’s definitely not."
"Huh?" Justin mumbled. "What are you talking about?"
"She’s an Athiest, Justin. She doesn’t believe in God," he explained. The room was silent.
"Well . . . I still think that you like her anyway," Joey said finally. "Maybe you just don’t want to believe it yourself. And you’re using this Athiest shit for an excuse."
"Yea, whatever," Lance replied.
Emily stepped back, and walked to the front of the bus, and sat down thinking to herself. She thought that’s exactly what Lance would have against her if he had cared. And she was right, as she normally was about things like that.
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Spotlight (Part 12)
