Laurel was outside while the mess on the dancefloor took place, but once Xander texted her there was drama happening, she came right back.
“Figures. The one time I step out, things get crazy,” she thought. “Don’t want to miss anything else. Oh!”
Almost as if on cue, an argument broke out between Emelie and Waylon. She just wanted the simple things. For them to spend time together at the dance as a couple. But he was avoiding her for the majority of the night. And when she did approach him, he behaved like there was something wrong.
Well, something was wrong, alright. This relationship.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” she told him. “I know we’ve gone out before, but this is obviously not working out.”
“What’s your definition of ‘working out’ then? Slutting around like that brother of yours?” he asked.
“I don’t know, asshole, but it certainly isn’t this. We’re done,” Emelie told him firmly. “Look for someone else to constantly complain about everything to.”
