EMILY'S POV.
I stared at her, speechlessly, watching how she tried to regulate herself, and keep her anger in check.
Six years? She loved him for six years?
"I shouldn't ruin your love of six years? How come your six-year love only amounts to this? How come nothing came out of it? Do you think all the women in the world will wait twenty years for you to keep chasing him? Whether or not I like Lucas, it's none of your concern because he's not yours, so you have no right to scream at me like this. I never stopped you from talking to him, did I?"
"John is enough for you."
"I don't need John."
"You don't even know if you like Lucas or not, so butt out. I know clearly that I like him. If you're not planning on being real, or clear with your feelings, and where you stand, then simply butt out. Dress up in something warm. We're going to the company." She said harshly, and turned back the way she came, slamming the door.
