Emara Stone

"Say Mac and Cheese.."

Flash blinds me and I blink a few times, before checking the picture.

"It's cute. Let's take another snap without the gown and hat." Moly suggests and we all take off our graduation robe and this ridiculous square hat.

"Emara.." Alyson whispers my name, pointing behind me. "Someone is continuously staring at you."

I casually turn around to see Ryan standing there with his tycoon dad, gawking at me like I am some rare artefact he missed at an auction.

Take your STD eyes somewhere else, bitch!

I scowl, doing a dramatic hair flip for maximum effect, but making sure to show off the backless design of my dress to give him something to cry about on his way back to home.

"Let's all pout together." I suggest and we get back to clicking the best picture of graduation, that I ain't ever going to look at.

"Stay in touch." Moly says, and I pass a smile, "Sure!" Before walking off towards my family, knowing very well that we might never meet again.

As I approach my parents, I find them deeply engrossed in a conversation with another family.

"Here she is." My mother says excitedly, causing all the eyes to turn towards me.

"Oh my dear Emara, you have grown up so much." The woman smiles while giving a full-body head to toe scan.

Thanks, I have been stretching myself.

"Do you remember Henry?" She points to her side and my heart skips a beat after hearing the name.

Henry... Cavill?

I whip my head to the right, expecting to see a six foot tall masterpiece of a man with chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes of a Greek God.

But no.

What I see is the Walmart version of Henry Cavill, if it were on clearance sale.

He is perfectly average, has brown eyes, ungroomed unibrows, curly beard, no jawline that could cut glass, and no sexy smile that could make me wet.

You know.. Just your standard, normal guy.

I swallow the disappointment and force a smile, "Oh, yeah.. Henry. Hi!"

I have absolute no flying-pigeon-idea who this guy is!

"I still remember how little you were, and so fierce, God! I tell you.. One day Ethan and Henry got into a fight, and he pushed Ethan a little." The woman starts telling some childhood story that I have zero clue of.

"Emara saw this and she ran like a Cheetah, tackled Henry to the ground, got on top of him and started beating him while screaming 'How dare you hit my brother!' She was hilarious."

My parents along with them start laughing like it's the most funniest thing they heard all year. Whereas I just smile, being down-to-Earth, though I can burn-down-this-Earth.

"Emara has always been the wild one." My dad adds, causing more chuckles to pass around.

Well, they are not wrong as I have killed many zombies and vampires in my kindergarten era, when other kids hardly knew how to suck a popsicle.

Henry must be the lucky one who made it out alive.

"Emara, why don't you show Henry around? He just came back from Yale, and what's better than connecting with old friends?" His mother flutters like a social butterfly.

"That would be great." Henry says, passing me a smile. "I would love to see your college, since I am applying for a faculty position here."

What it has to do anything with me?

My brain buffers and I look over to my parents for help, but they simply beam brightly at me like they have just arranged the most wonderful bond in the history of America.

"Yeah, go show him your college, Emara." My mother suggests to me, her voice far too cheerful for the situation.

What in the pink hell is going on?

All these years, my parents could hardly see me around the male species, like I will catch AIDs and suddenly they want me to be a tour guide for this not-a-real-superman guy.

"Okay.." I force a smile on my murderous face and poke Henry to start walking.

If I were him, I would have never come in front of me again. Because I am ready to beat his non-sexy ass again.

"So, tell me about you?" He glances at me with patience and interest.

"I am very cool." I reply, causing a low chuckle out of him.

Why is he laughing? I am not trynna be funny here!

"Library." I point at the closed doors, which I never really walked through.

"What major you did?" Henry asks, still keeping those overly interested eyes on me.

"Computer and Science." I say as we stroll through the empty corridor of my college.

"Oh, nice! I did Associates in Teaching from Yale and cleared CCTP." He tells me, which goes right flying above my head and I don't even try to catch it as I simply lead him forward.

"This is director's office." I tell him, leaving the part that I have spent more time here than in my classes.

"Nice. So what are your plans after graduation?" Henry questions me curiously.

"I am going to start Alien investigation." I reply with a straight face.

He chuckles, and when he notices I am not smiling, his laugh slowly fades away, "You are kidding, right?"

"No. I am really into Aliens. In fact, I have huge posters of them in my room, right in front of my bed, so I can finger-I mean watch them daily. Passionately." I add with an innocent smile.

Henry stops walking, dead in his tracks. I watch his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as he tries to study my answer.

"Are you serious?" He questions my sanity with his own.

"Yeah." I tell him with a serious face. "Don't you just love an alien with a bald head, hairless body and eyes shining like sunglasses?"

His plain brown eyes widen at me. I could slowly see fear blinking in them as he stares me like I am some pink ostrich with neon lashes and yellow lips.

"I mean.. What's more hotter than a three fingered alien-man, who always looks naked, shy and submissive, just my type." I whisper in a sultry-sexy tone.

"Amara!"

This motherflapper!

Henry and I, both turn around to watch the grand entrance of the Evil-Butt Prince.

Dressed in a sexy black shirt and tight black pants, he glides towards us voraciously, like a vengeful black mamba.

Ryan The-Damn-Son!

"You know him?" Walmart-Superman asks me, pointing at the angry striding reptile.

"Never seen him before." I shake my head, watching him finally catch to us.

"Who is he?" Ryan snaps at me, sounding like a psycho possessive lover straight out of a bad romance novel.

I raise my brow at him in warning. Who the fuck you talking to, bitch?

"I am Henry. Who are you?" He introduces himself, like a confused customer in the wrong store.

Maniac shoots him a psychotic look which proves he is pure mental then growls, "I am her boyfriend. You dickhead!"

I scoff.

I want to correct Ryan's stupid delulu head, but again, I don't want to correct Henry's, so I just play along. "Ryan.. I told you I need some space from you."

And money. Lots of money!

"Whoa! Wait.. You and him?" Henry asks, pointing between me and the angry Rhinosauras in front of him, while doing a hundred calculations in his brain.

"You know what.. Forget it!" He then throws his hands up in the air, like surrendering to the universe and walks away shaking his Yale CCTP-certified head.

Once the one star Henry Cavill is out of the picture, Ryan then turns to glare at me.

"Who was he?" He asks, eyeing me hotly.

"A cute guy, and you just made him run away." I scowl, turning away angrily.

I didn't even get to tell him what I do with my little Alien toys.

"He was not at all cute, and Amara.." Ryan grips my elbow, making me face his stupid face that I want to strangle with my shoe-lace.

"You blocked me?" He asks in disbelief, like it's physically impossible for the block button to function against the supremacy of Prince Ryan, ruler of all assholes.

"No. I rejected, reported and blocked you." I correct him, yanking my arm away from his grasp, like he got cooties or something.

He doesn't even deserve elbow privileges!

"Playing hard to get, huh?" Whiskey brown eyes narrow at me, and I scoff.

"I am not even playing, Ryan." I tell him, but seems like my words just bounced off his stupid thermocol skull, as he lowers his eyes tour south to my dress, then to the other assets of my divine body.

"You look beautiful in this dress." He tells me, keeping his gaze glued to my curves.

"I know." I reply in a flat tone. "Dakota already told me that on stage."

The moment I mention his best friend, Ryan's eyes snap up at me demonically. His jaw clenches so hard, I am pretty sure I just heard something crack.

Maybe his tooth, or maybe his last thread of sanity.

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Btw, my ex used to look like Henry Cavil. Like a 2.5 Star Henry. 

And funny thing, when I joined this gym, he was already there🤣🤣🤣 And within three months he changed the gym lol! 

My presence is so menacing 😈