Collide (Collide #1)(152)

"Tell him I'm sick in bed or something."

"Friend, if I talk to him, I'm gonna lose it. I love him to absolute death, but I'm so pissed at him right now. There's no possible way I'd be able to hold back. Then he'll know everything and still come in to talk to you."

Without hesitation, Emily moved across the room, plucked her cell off the counter, and sent him a text.

Emily: I'm fine, Gavin. I'm home sick in bed.

His answering text came relatively quick.

Gavin: I wish you would've told me, sweets. I could've taken care of you all day. Be there in five. I'm right around the corner. Do you need me to pick up anything? Love you.

Shaking her head in disgust, she tried to stifle a sob, but it was no use. As her hands trembled, she texted him back.

Emily: Don't come here. I'll talk to you another time.

His next text didn't come as fast. Emily started to get nervous, but nevertheless, he answered back.

Gavin: What's going on, Emily? Is Dillon there with you? I do know he's back.

"Jesus Christ, he thinks Dillon's here with me," she let out, wiping tears from her face. "What do I say now?"

Shaking her head, Olivia let out a sigh. "Emily, you have to talk to him."

"Liv, I'm not f*cking talking to him right now. What do I text him back?"

Emily didn't wait for her to answer. Instead, she panicked and texted him what she assumed might work.

Emily: I'm not home right now.

"Well," Olivia said. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him I wasn't home." She tossed her phone onto the table; the thought of smashing it into pieces became more appealing by the second. "Now he won't come here."

"Oh my God, Emily. Now he's definitely coming here."

"Why would he show up, thinking I'm not even home?" she asked defensively.

"Gavin's no fool, Emily, that's why," she pointed out, walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. "If anything, you just drilled it into his head that Dillon's here with you."

"He won't come here," she replied, sinking herself into the couch.

"Friend, I'm telling you, he's coming here."

No sooner had Olivia finished her sentence, a knock came at the door - and a rather hard knock at that.

Heart racing, Emily hopped up from the couch and made her way over to it. She squinted her eye and looked through the peephole, finding Gavin standing in the hallway.

"Fuck," she whispered.

Olivia walked over to her. "I told you. What the hell are you going to do now?" she asked, her voice as low as Emily's.

"Tell him I lied about not being here. That I'm really sick in bed sleeping and..." She paused, wiping tears from her eyes as she tried to gather her thoughts. "That I didn't want him seeing me because I look horrible or something."

"How the f*ck do I keep him from coming in here?" Olivia urgently whispered.

Gavin knocked again, and Emily swore she felt as though someone was holding a gun to her head.

"I have no clue, but don't say anything to him right now about what I know. I'll talk to him soon. I just can't..." her voice trailed off. Cupping her hand over her mouth, she started to cry again.

"Em, I understand, okay?" Emily nodded. "I won't say anything to him. Just go in your bedroom, turn the lights out, and get into bed. I'll try to keep him in the hall."

With her heart in her throat, Emily did as Olivia said and hastily made her way into her bedroom.