Emily's pov

I get home, rush to my room and close the door, wanting to be as far away from society as possible.

I change into comfortable clothes and crawl into my bed.

After a couple hours of rocking back and fourth, with my knees up to my chest and listening to sad music to worsen my mood, I go downstairs to get a tub of icecream and drown in my sorrows.

I reach my kitchen, open my fridge and to my horror...

There's no icecream left.

"Ugh why do I have a brother that eats so much." I groan and contemplate if it's worth sacrificing my pajamas and going down the street to get icecream.

The rumble in my stomach decides for me and I go to the bathroom and wash my face.

I look at my face and red swollen eyes look back at me.

I have never cried over a boy before. The last time I remember crying was when Max ate the last cookie when we were 7 and 8 years old.

I've always had control over my emotions, and never let anyone ruin my mood.

But now that I'm standing here with swollen eyes and a red nose, I know that I'm heartbroken.

Not over Axel, but over the fact that I allowed myself to trust him and be completely vulnerable.

My first kiss was shared with the world not even twenty-four hours after it happened.

I didn't have time nor the chance to enjoy it, call my best friend to talk about it or even daydream about the possibility of there being another kiss.

I shake my head to get rid of those thoughts and quickly get dressed.

The grocery store is only a couple minutes away, so I just walk there.

I get inside and immediately head over to isle 14 where the freezers are located.

When I reach there, there is only one tub of Ben and Jerry's cookies and cream, and it's on the very top shelf.

I get on my tiptoes, barely scraping the edge of the shelf and try to get it.

I'm too awkward to ask for help.

But to my dismay, the sight of a hairy arm enters my vision and takes the icecream before me.

I follow the arm and see a tall guy who looks around my age with blonde hair and brown eyes.

Before I have the chance to say something, he smiles at me and hands me the icecream.

"Here you go." The stranger says, flashing his pearly whites.

"Oh, I-I thought you were going to take it." I stutter.

What is it with me and stuttering around hot guys lately?

"I actually did come here for this specific icecream, it's my favorite, but I guess vanilla isn't so bad." He smiles again.

He is so sweet. I wish Axel was this sweet and nice.

I thought he was... Turns out I was wrong.

"Oh no, you can take it, you're the one who could reach it after all." I say and awkwardly laugh.

"No, I insist." The stranger says.

"Thank you." I gently take the icecream tub from his hands and smile.

"I'm Sebastian by the way." He says and scratches the back of his neck.

"Emily." I smile.

"Are you new around here? I have never seen you before." I ask and mentally scold myself.

That's none of your business Emily, you saw what happened with Axel last time.

"Actually yeah, I transferred here from Chicago 2 days ago for college." He says.

"Oh, well I hope you like it here in Washington." I smile and turn around, wanting to curl in bed and eat my icecream.

"Something tells me I will." He says from behind me and I smile.

He seems nice, I hope I see him around more often.

I walk back to my house and stop dead in my tracks.

Axel's motorcycle is parked in my driveway and he's sitting on the steps in front of the front door.

I think about retreating and going anywhere but here but unfortunately Axel looks up and spots me.

"Emily!" He shouts and stands up.

I stay rooted in my spot, not knowing what to do.

He comes closer and is talking but I can't hear him, his betrayal is flashing before my eyes.

He is about a foot away from me when I finally regain my senses and start speed walking to my door. Not wanting to talk to him, bit especially not wanting him to see my red eyes.

I walk past him but he grabs my wrist and stops me.

"Wait." He says in a small voice.

"What?" I ask harshly.

"Just let me explain." He pleads, looking into my swollen eyes with guilt.

"I don't want to listen Axel. Leave me alone." I say and try to free my wrist from his grip.

He doesn't let me go.

"Emily just one minute, p-please." He barely gets the last word out.

I can tell please isn't in his vocabulary, and saying it isn't easy for him.

"No Axel, you should have thought about your actions before you did them, it's too late now." I shake my head and finally get him to let go of my wrist.

My words seem to hurt him.

Good. He deserves it. I have done nothing but be nice to him and he repays me by taking my first kiss and sharing it with everyone.

I get to the door, open it and get inside, not closing the door just yet.

I look at him and his once hurt expression morphs into a neutral one.

"What about our History lessons?" He asks coldly.

"Forget about them, ask your girlfriend for help." I say and start closing the door.

"She isn't my girlfriend." He says, looking at me to study my reaction.

But I don't give him one, I just close the door and go upstairs, my heart more hurt than it was before I got out of the house.