(Emmett's POV)
In the lobby of the basketball game I was frantically signing to Bay over Facetime when she was explaining to me what had happened. I have a hard time believing everything she says. Well, not everything. The fact that Bay told me that Olivia was selling drugs out of my dad's garage-impossible. But why would she lie about that? Then there's the fact that my mom asked her to testify at my custody battle. That bitch. You would think that my mom being a high school guidance counselor would understand how complicated a teenager's life can be, but no she drags my girlfriend into my custody battle. Bay, Poor Bay. I knew she was just trying to help out, but she just made things worse.
I signed to Bay that I would talk to her later and left.
All of my emotions were bubbling like a volcano about to erupt. I wanted to punch a wall.
"No, Emmett. Relax." I think to myself.
I go back to my hotel room to cool down. I end up beating on my laptop like it is a drum set. Playing the drums was so familiar to me. It was something that could never leave me. I like that feeling.
Half an hour later I call Bay back. It looks like she had been crying. The sight of the girl I am in love with being so upset shattered my heart. I wish I was right next to her to hug her and tell her it's okay. As soon as she sees me she starts apologizing. No. There is absolutely no reason for her to be apologizing. If it wasn't for her, I would've been a high school drop out.
(Bay's POV)
I feel terrible. I shouldn't have helped Melanie. As I am signing endlessly, Emmett stops me.
"I love you," he signs.
There is something about the way he crosses his arms and rests his hands delicately on his shoulders when he signs my favorite sign. My heart skips.
He doesn't believe I did anything wrong. Only one more day until I can see him again. I can't wait.