She smiles at him, but it seems forced.

I take Emme by the hand and lead her out of the auditorium.

Jack is more than happy to be the representative of the band to receive the congratulations for our spot.

“Emme? You know it freaks me out when you go all comatose on me.”

She blinks quickly like she’s trying to wake up.

“It’s my fault Sophie didn’t get in.”

It kills me that in one of her most triumphant moments, one that every other senior is envious of, she’s thinking about Sophie.

She takes a deep breath. “Sorry, you know that my Kool-Aid detox is going to take a while. She made it very clear what she thinks of me. It’s for the —”

Emme looks like she’s seen a ghost. I turn around and see Sophie, a very angry and tear-soaked Sophie approaching. I stand in front of Emme trying to block her, protect her.

Sophie practically runs up to us and pushes me out of the way.

“You!” She gets in Emme’s face. “You’ve ruined my life! Are you happy now?”

The other students exiting the auditorium start gathering around. I want them to all go away — Emme doesn’t need this. She doesn’t deserve this.

I gently move Emme back so I get in between them.

“It’s not Emme’s fault, Sophie. Quit blaming your failures on her.”

“Shut it, Ethan! God, you’re so desperate and pathetic. She only sees you as a friend. The only person she’s interested in screwing around here is me!”

Her words sting. I try to block them out of my mind, but up until a week ago, Emme did think that Sophie was her best friend. She would’ve told her what she thinks of me. Not that I ever truly thought that Emme would ever see past my mistakes and want to be with me.

The tension in the air is so thick. My mind races to find what to say.

I feel Emme’s hand on the small of my back and she moves me aside.

“Sophie,” she says in a calm, controlled voice, “don’t you dare talk to Ethan like that. He’s been a true friend to me, unlike you.”

“Yeah, a true friend who wants to get in your pants.”

There’s some laughter. I can’t believe she said that in front of practically the entire senior class.

Plus, that’s not true. I want more than that from Emme.

Not that I haven’t thought about what it would be like … every moment of every waking (and dreaming) hour.

Emme stands up tall, but I see her body is twitching. She takes a deep breath. I’ve only seen her like this one other time, and it was when she gave me a tongue-lashing that still stings to this day. I thought I never wanted to see that side of her again.

But with Sophie being on the receiving end, it couldn’t happen soon enough.

“I can’t believe it has taken me this long to see what you’re really like. Since you feel the need to air dirty laundry in front of everybody …” She motions to the nearly one hundred people standing around. “Guess what. When I write songs for you, I have to limit the melody to ten notes because those are the only notes you can hit well. You don’t have good range, which is what your problem is. I’ve known that for years, but I’ve hidden it. That’s why you only shine when you sing my songs, because I’ve been trying to help you … by disguising your biggest flaw. Well, one of your flaws. You can’t blame me for your lack of range. You can’t blame me for you not getting into the showcase. You always want things to be all about you. Anytime I come to you with a problem, you don’t want to hear it, unless it has to do with you.”

Emme’s face is bright crimson. I can see tears starting to well up in her eyes.

“Well, congratulations, Sophie — you finally got what you wanted. Because this, not getting into the showcase, is all about you. You struggling in class, it’s all about you. The wake of relationships you’ve destroyed to get to this moment, it’s all on you. Enjoy your moment. You’ve earned everything that’s coming to you. Truly.”

Emme grabs my arm and starts to walk away. There’s some muttering and applause as she leaves.

I try to think of what to say to her, but I can’t. Yet again, I’m completely at a loss for words. And always at the worst times.

“Please don’t say anything — just keep walking.” Her voice is quivering and she’s sniffling.

It seems that this is one of the few moments in my life where being an idiotic mute is working in my favor.

She leads me up to the practice suites and enters one of the small rooms and closes the door behind us.

She doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me. We both sit there in silence and stare at each other. I’m resisting every urge in my body to grab her, hold her, kiss her.

Emme opens her mouth and lets out an agonizing sob. She collapses on the floor.

I rush to her side and hold her, willing myself to say something, anything to comfort her. All I can do is cradle her in my arms and run my fingers through her hair. Everything I want is right here, so close to me, but I can’t seem to find my voice.

Emme pulls me away and starts to wipe away her tears. “I’m sorry, Ethan.” She has trouble catching her breath. “I’m so sick of crying. It’s just, I can’t believe how much I’ve been used, been betrayed by someone I thought was my friend.”

She wraps her arms around her legs and starts rocking back and forth. “I feel so alone.”