I knew that I wanted more answers from Courtney but that was simply going to have to wait. She had ended up becoming ill and she didn't want to give it to any one of us, allegedly. I knew that I could trust her, so the only thing that I could do was assume that she was telling the truth. I had hoped that she would be back at school soon, though. It wasn't the same without her and I was left to work out my feelings for Emmy all by myself again. Of course, Courtney had told me that she was going to help me out with that little issue.

As I sat on a bench on the school grounds, I simply watched as the clouds moved by overhead, until I was joined by Emmy.

"Hey, how was your day off from school?" she asked me.

I wasn't sure if I should tell Emmy about the whole Courtney situation but I never kept things from her and I wasn't about to start on that.

"Courtney visited," I said.

Emmy's eyes enlarged as I told her that.

"Wait, Courtney Allen visited you?" she asked me.

I smirked at her shock.

"She obviously wants to be my friend even if she tries to state that she doesn't," I said.

"It seems that way," Emmy replied, "What exactly did she want, though?" she asked me.

I wasn't sure whether to tell her the next part but I knew that Emmy could get upset if I didn't tell her the whole truth.

Emmy began to take books out of her bag.

"I couldn't find the exact one I wanted, so I made the practical decision to take the ones that were most like it," she explained.

I gave an understanding nod at that.

While the library on the school grounds was great, it didn't have everything. That was why I tended to walk to the library that wasn't too far from my house to get the best books.

"Anyway, what happened?" she asked me.

"She may have asked me out on a date," I said.

Emmy's eyes brightened, when I told her that.

"She did? That's amazing! That means that you completed the deal...sort of," Emmy told me.

"It does seem that way, huh?" I replied.

"I mean, realistically, I know that you get nervous at times, so I wasn't sure if you would so much as say a word to Courtney about any of this but consider me impressed, Clarke," Emmy told me, as she gave me a smile of sincerity.

Elijah soon approached the bench that Emmy and I were sat upon so he could join the two of us.

"What's going on?" he asked, with genuine interest evident in his expression.

Emmy began to tell him about the fact that I had been invited on a date by Courtney. I didn't want to say too much on it, though. After all, I still didn't fully understand Courtney's motives behind it. As much as I may have wished for her to like me back, I wasn't sure if I could begin to believe that. She and I had only just started getting along and I didn't want to do anything to mess that up. I was glad that she was helping me, though. That was really sweet of her but it didn't change very much. I still had this ache in my chest whenever I thought of Emmy and perhaps I was being ridiculous but I had liked Emmy for a very long time!

If I could have simply switched my feelings off over night, then I would have done just that. This time around, though, that wasn't a possibility. Perhaps I was just too emotional, too sensitive. I had got so caught up with my feelings for Emmy that maybe I had ruined my chances of finding love with someone else.

I didn't want to think about that, though. That really was my worst fear, not that I would ever admit it to anyone, especially not Emmy. It was strange because she was my best friend and we shared almost everything with each other, but this was something that I simply couldn't talk to her about. This was something that I had to kept well hidden.

After Elijah had been all caught up on everything that was happening, a guy in a red sports jersey began to walk towards us.

"Hey everyone!" Ryder said.

"Hey Ry," Emmy said.

"Are you going to come along to practice soon, Rose?" he asked her.

Emmy nodded her head in agreement.

I had a feeling that the two of them were getting along much better.

Emmy had become friends with my ex-boyfriend, while I wondered whether I was even being a good friend to her.

There did come a point where I would wonder whether hiding the truth from Emmy was me being a good friend or whether it was bad to be keeping so much from her.

Either way, before I could contemplate that any further, it was time for us all to head off to mathematics class.

Not one of us wanted to keep Mr C waiting.

While he was an excellent teacher, his patience could wear thin at times.

We got back to class and Mr C handed the questions that we needed to complete.

I was glad to find that I could answer most of them without too many struggles. That was mostly thanks to Elijah and his cheat sheet.

I knew that Courtney was rather good at mathematics, too, though. She was in the class above mine and I had a feeling that I was going to have to ask her for some tips at some point, too.

I worked hard throughout the entire lesson because I needed something to occupy my mind, apart from the many thoughts that had been roaming around it for some time now.

I supposed that all of this would get easier when I spoke to Courtney. I simply needed to muster up the courage to do that.