Emma couldn't help but feel her jaw clench and fist tighten from seeing you get the highest score in the class. Emma herself had gotten careless with one question not realizing that someone else might be just as smart as her

Emma smiled at her friends Lola and Stephanie who looked at Emma with concern knowing how Saint Emma always needed to be the top of the class no matter what so she could get into ivy league

Emma had been planning to murder you for a while-.. but didn't know how to. Considering she had no connections with you, besides being top of the class. Also the fact that she was in dance and you where in other fine arts.. she didn't really know what nor did she care..

She had already been getting violent fantasies about you for a while-.. luckily an opportunity approached when you where both assigned a project together for history, Emma offered her house and you accepted. Now you were both sitting on the floor of her organized and clean bedroom

Emma knew that her aunt would stay late at the hospital, and her aunts husband or whatever, would be too busy with his stupid books