"Tamara?" Emerson breathed out.

The girl in front of her turned around wide eyed, and she held her hands up in surrender.

Charlie caught up with Emerson, and took a protective step in front of her, "We shouldn't be here Emerson."

She shoved him off and stepped closer towards Tamara, who's eyes were wide in realization.

"Emmey," she whispered, stepping closer towards her.

"Tamara!" Some voice shouted at her.

Soon several other people stepped out of the shadows from the alley. The boy with the purple hair was one of them. He was sitting on top of some crate, absentmindedly weaving a shard of glass in between his fingers.

His gaze snapped up towards hers when Tamara said her name.

Emerson's eyes narrowed in anger, "You told me you didn't know where Tamara was!"

The boy smirked up at her, "I never answered that question. All I said was you're that girl when you brought up Marcus."

"Emerson, we shouldn't really be here, especially with them," Charlie urged, grabbing her elbow.

Emerson ignored him, "Tamara, you're parents are really worried about you. I am too, so, come with us."

"Emmey, I can't," Tamara whispered, her eyes watering a little bit.

"What do you mean you can't?" She asked, stepping towards her. The other people gave her a warning glare, their hands hovering over their pockets.

"Emerson! These Stains aren't like you, they've attacked people! What are you trying to do?" Charlie hissed in her ear. 

Emerson tried to shrug him off, but his grip tightened.

"Let go Charlie," she whispered.

"Emerson--" he drawled out in warning.

"Let go," she said more forcefully.

Reluctantly, he let his arm drop.

"Emerson, there are things about me, us-- " Tamara took a moment to gesture to the colorful boys and girls around her, "that you don't know about--"

"Can't know about, for that matter," Some gruff looking guy called out. He had vine tattoos circling around his head and yellow eyes. A giant snake was tattooed across his bare chest.

"Unless she comes with us," Tamara added, turning around to face him with a smile.

"She's already made it quiet clear where she stands, especially know that she has aquainted with the like of him," the snake tattoo guy nodded towards Charlie.

Emerson took a step in front of Charlie, "Charlie has nothing to do with this!"

"Oh really?" The snake guy laughed. "Turns out your boyfriend hasn't been exactly honest with you."

"He's not my boyfriend, and he has nothing to hide! Tamara, lets go, you don't belong with them," the young girl pointed out, waving Tamara over.

Tamara pursed her lips, looking back and forth between Emerson and her new group of friends. Before she could answer, the boy with purple hair stalked forward.

"Tamara's not going anywhere. And if I were you, I'd get out of here while your heart can still beat," he threatened, his blue eyes narrowing.

"Oh please, you don't stand a chance. Why don't you explain to all of them what happened to your arm?" She hissed, standing her ground.

"What makes you think you're stronger than all of us?" He asked, crossing his arms defiantly.

"The thing is, I don't think I'm stronger than all of you, I know I am," she said, faking confidence. She took another step towards him in order to make her fake confidence more believable.

"You know what you're problem is?" He asked.

"Emerson, come on. We need to go, this'll--"

"Let her fight her own battles babysitter,"  tattoo guy spoke.

"I'm pretty sure you'd just tell me anyway, so save your breath," she muttered.

"You're problem is that because you have a rich famous daddy you think you're better than everyone else. You act like you're more superior because in truth, you're just some worthless little girl who'll just ride her father's wave into a legacy that wasn't meant for her just because her brother died. You'll never make something of yourself, and you'll always be daddy's little princess because you're not special--"

"Enough! Let her be Cal!" Tamara shouted, pushing him out of the way.

"It's true though, isn't it? Tell me I'm wrong! Tell me I'm wrong!" He shouted, as Tamara dragged him away.

Emerson stayed silent.

"See? Even she agrees that I'm right!" Cal, the purple haired boy, spoke.

"You're wrong about her," Tamara said, her eyes narrowing.

"Stop defending her! If she really was who you say she was, she wouldn't be hiding the fact that she's stained just like the rest of us! Oh, and give your daddy a message from me: those cheap contacts you wear aren't fooling anybody!" He added, his face red in anger.

Emerson's mouth fell open before she could think better of it.

"You need to shut up, now!" Tamara shouted, giving him one last shove away from Emerson.

Cal gave Tamara a glare. His brown eyes bore into hers.

"You need to go Emerson," Tamara commanded, not looking back at her. 

"But--"

"Go!" She shouted forcefully.

Emerson turned to leave reluctantly.

"That's right! Turn your back on us, and who you are! Just like what how you turned your back on your brother, leaving him in that car to die--"

Emerson stopped in her tracks, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes, not daring to let them fall.

"alone. And who would blame you? After all, wasn't he just a waste of space druggie?" Cal continued, taunting her.

"Shut up," she whispered softly.

"I think she's going to cry guys," Cal cruelly joked. "Look, she's quiet for once because I'm right."

"Cal, you should stop. Her brother just died," someone pointed out hesitantly.

"Ethan died?" Tamara whispered, her face paling.

"Didn't you here? They're broadcasting it everywhere, as if he is actually someone important," he continued.

"SHUT UP!" Emerson roared turning around, her fists clenched. The asphalt under their feet started to crack.

Cal looked her into the eyes with a smirk, as the cracks grew bigger into a gaping hole by his feet. He easily stepped out of the way before he fell in.

Emerson imagined his heart in her hand, and she started to squeeze her fist tighter.

"Emerson! STOP!" Tamara screeched fear in her eyes.

Immediately everything stopped and everything was quiet. Cal was clutching his chest.

"3-2-1," he wheezed out.

Then the blood sputtered from her nose, and she welcomed the darkness.

A/N: Okay....this didn't answer much, but:

TAMARA'S ALIVE!!!!! SHOCKER!!!

Okay, and before you go bashing ma children know that not everyone is as they seem!

Now, you're thoughts on:

Cal? (Previously known as purple haired boy)

Tamara?

Charlie?

Emerson?

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