Chapter 7 They Don't Really Hate Each Other

• Emily's Pov:
• I cleaned our room for hours, though being a new house it was already clean. I had this habit of cleaning stuff when I was depressed.
• Yes, I am depressed.
• That’s because my husband is having an affair. Just kidding. He is my fake husband if that term even exists. And he married me to have an affair!
• Can it get anymore dramatic?
• Oh yes. I am his best friend who has been in love with him for fifteen years when I should be using this time to get over him.
• I patted the sofa, dusted the shelves and put my books in a row. I am a bibliophile and a strong one at that. Sherlock Holmes and Augustus Dupin are by far my most favourite ones, me being a fan of mystery thrillers. I am such an addict of criminal profiling that I actually have list and screenshots of wanted criminals or serial killers on my phone.
• Serial killings were always my favourite ones, as they have something In common and it always piqued my curiosity as to why there are still serial killers like Jack the Ripper or Stripper on lease. I guess not
• everything can be put under control.
• I shook my head, prying off invisible dust and sat on the sofa to eat my breakfast, which I should have eaten a long time ago. I tried to munch on it but I lost my appetite at the thought of Edward spending his nights off with Lara.
• What do you expect, Emily? He had already been with her many times without you knowing. It makes no difference.
• Yes. It doesn't make a difference. I will die a virgin who had her first kiss stolen by her first love in an inevitable circumstances.
• My phone rang and I looked at the profile. It was Mia. I picked it up and shouting filled my ears.
• "He locked me in his room, Emily! The fucking Killer of The Venice confined me in this horrible apartment!” Mia shouted.
• "Okay, Mia.Tell me in detail -"
• "He called me saying he was sick and I, as a kind person I am, went to help him-"
• "Mia!” I warned her.
• "Okay. I knew he was lying about his illness to push me in the swimming pool when I would go to meet him because he knows I hate cold water,” she was breathing heavily by now.
• “And so you took revenge?” I enquired.
• “Of course I did!”
• “And you…” I trailed off.
• “And so I might have poured ice water over his sleeping ass and he might have locked me in rage,” she said, sounding defeated.
• I shook my head. "Wait. I will come over." She didn’t say anything and I figured she had ended the call.
• I told Miranda that I wouldn’t be home for some time and to take care of herself as well as the house. I quickly escaped the house and looked at my car. It was a beautiful, red car and my baby. I rushed over to it and towards my dear friend.
• Mia and Jake live in the same neighbourhood; the studied in same Mary High School And went to the same college as me and Edward, I don't know what makes them so hostile. I always shipped them like some crazy anime girl, always tried to make Jake see Mia in a new light, but nothing worked.
• Jake had a lot of girlfriends and every time he introduced them to us, Mia would not talk to him for weeks. This was her way of declaring war. I mean how much dense could he be to not know her feelings.
• After reaching there, I called Jake because I didn't know his security passcode. At first, he was unwilling but when I talked about breaking his X-done, he came grudgingly. As soon as he opened the door, Mia kicked him hard on the balls.
• I guess I am not becoming aunt anytime soon. Oh. I am a family freak!
• I patted Jake on the back to relieve his pain.
• "You son of a gun, how dare you to lock me in your jail? I was so sca-angry, even the electricity was cut off. Did you think you would make it alive after this stunt? Mia said, poking him in his chest.
• "Oh please, you poured ice water-"
• "I did it because I knew you were playing a prank on-"
• "Oh, you fortuneteller, don't go on thinking things on your own,” he said, grabbing her finger, and twisting it around.
• "Ouch! You wait-"
• Mia lunged at him. Wow. Like climbed over his head and soon they were on the ground, pulling each other’s hair off. I hid my face from people's view, mouthing "I don't know them", as all of this was happening on the street.
• Yes. On the street.
• "Hey, guys. Do you think we can talk this one out?” I said, kinda already knowing the answer.
• "No!" they shouted in unison, continuing their fight.
• "Oww, you smacked my chest!" Mia accused, smacking Jake on the forehead, covering her chest.
• "What? That's why it was soft. But hey! This is the last thing I would ever do to you,” he said, lifting Mia by her waist and putting her over his shoulder. She shrieked out loud.
• "Let's continue it inside. We’ve got some unwanted audience,” he said it so smoothly, that I couldn't even believe he was taking her so romantic style in his house just to continue fighting.
• I shook my head to pry off vulgar scenes and followed them inside. I had enough with these two. If Mia was not going to do something, I swear I would. I mean, I can't think of any other beside Mia's side. Any person has to be an alien to not like her.
• She is the best to be around, always giving everyone comfort and courage and kindness, but she kinda becomes hostile with Jake. I think she is not the type to express her feelings correctly.
• "Okay, guys. Before you start ripping each other throat's off, I want to make an announcement,” I said, earning their attention.
• "Make it worth postponing her death,” Jake said angrily.
• I nodded.
• "Mia is getting married,” I announced, patting my shoulder mentally for such a clever plan.