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emory's pov

     i stare at the text from chris. i can't do this. this isn't the type of girl i am. i don't sleep with other girls boyfriends.

i hear a knock on my bedroom door and open it seeing nick.

"hey. can we talk?" he ask pushing me back into my room closing the door behind us. i just nod my head. he didn't intend on ever asking really. "you and chris?" he says crossing his arms. i shake my head no.

"i'm not dumb emory. everyone else might be but nicholas sturniolo is not." he says crossing his arms.

"okay so maybe but what about it? i'm ending things later anyway." i say shrugging my shoulders like it's no big deal. it's a big deal. my chest already hurts just thinking about it.

"i don't think you should." he says looking down at me. "why's that?" i ask.

"chris is different when he's with you. like a good different." i shake my head. "i'm not that kind of girl nick." i cross my arms.

"what kind of girl? the one who goes after what she wants? you leave in two days." he says.

my chest aches. i forgot i leave in two days. why would i want to pursue anything with chris? i wouldn't be with him twenty four seven. i'm seventeen not even an adult. he's with leah anyway. i really do need to break it off.

"i'm sorry nick but i made up my mind." i say looking down at my feet. he doesn't say anything, it's so quite the only reason i knew he left was because he was not standing in front of me when i looked up. i leave the bathroom and head downstairs. chris still isn't back yet and i'm not really ready for him to be.

just like god isn't on my side he walks through the door. "emory, come here." he says not stopping and walking up the stairs to his room. fuck.

i stand up and follow behind him. he waits for me outside his room and closes the door after me. "what's wrong? why didn't you answer my text?" he ask pulling me into a hug like i'm the only girl in his life. why is he like this?

i push him away, "chris we have to stop this." i say biting my lip. "stop what?" he ask trying to step closer to me. i put my hand out to stop him, he does. "us chris. you have a girlfriend and i leave in two days. what's going to happen between us when i leave?" i am trying so hard not to cry.

"i'd come see you. you don't have to leave your sister is moving in. you could to. you could stay with me. my moms okay with it. she loves you." he says rambling.

"chris. chris none of that can work if you're with leah. you want me to stay here just to hide me? keep me a secret? fuck that." my voice cracks. god don't cry.

"emory please don't do this. i'll leave leah. you're all i think about." his voice breaks to and i cringe.

"now see this is where you're going wrong. stay with her, you're happy with her. i should've never came here or let alone get with you."

"don't say that. you don't mean that." he says trying to reach out and touch me. i pull away and turn around to leave.

"i do chris." i leave his room. i can't be with him and live in a whole different country. i love him but i can't do this.

todays the day i leave. i'm all packed up and ready to go. i zip up my last suitcase and there's a knock at the door. "come in." i say as i out the suitcase in the ground. the door opens and closes. i turn and see chris standing there. his eyes look red and swollen.

"can we talk?" he says sitting down on my bed. "of course." i say sitting next to him.

he pulls my face to look at him. he places his head on mine and kisses the tip of my nose and then my lips. "please stay." he says. he is clearly sad. this breaks my heart.

"i can't christopher." i say rubbing his cheek. i kiss him again and pull him down to a hug.

this is the last time he'll be in my arms. i love him but this will always be my favorite memories.