Emmett Forrest was dying. His life had just come to a crashing halt. He watched from across the room as Warner got down on one knee and asked Elle to marry him.

His Elle.

He didn't need to stick around to here her answer. He knew she would say yes. After all that is what she came to Harvard for.

Just thinking of Warner sliding a ring onto her finger made him start to hyperventilate. He needed to get out of the crowded house.

He made it to the street without running into anyone and began to walk to his car. He was halfway there when he heard the clicking of heels that could only belong to one person.

"Emmett!" Elle called out to him, "Emmett, wait up!"

He wanted to stop and let her know he heard her. He wanted to hug her and tell her how wonderful she did in the trial. He wanted to tell her how beautiful he thought she was inside and out. He wanted to kiss her and have her kiss him back.

But he couldn't. She belonged to Warner now and he was not about to lose her altogether by pulling a move like Callahan. So he kept walking.

"Emmett!" He felt her hand on his shoulder. Damn, she caught up to him. Now he had to turn around. "Why are you running from me?"

"I'm not running." Was he running? He didn't mean to be.

"Yes you were. Pretty fast too." Elle stated.

"Oh, well, I guess I was just cold." Emmett mentally kicked himself. Cold? It was the end of June.

Elle looked at him unconvinced. "Emmett, it's like 75 degrees outside. Something's bothering you and don't lie to me, your really bad at it." She chuckled.

He couldn't tell her he was upset because she was happy without him. He couldn't tell her he wanted her to himself. That would be selfish. Wouldn't it? "Nothings wrong Elle." He plastered on a smile and began to walk away again. "I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks Emmett!" She squeaked. She touched his shoulder again, stopping him from moving. Emmett could see she still didn't believe him but she didn't press any further. "So, do you want to go celebrate? I mean we did win this together."

She wanted to celebrate with him? "You don't want to celebrate with Warner?" Emmett snapped before he realized it had even slipped out of him mouth.

Elle looked as if he had just slapped her in the face. "Wha-why would I want to celebrate with Warner?"

Did she seriously just ask that? Emmett wanted to scream at her, she could be so naïve at times. Instead he just sighed and said, "Elle, I saw him propose to you."

"Omigod!" Elle's hand flew up to her mouth. "Omigod, you think I said yes?" She suddenly started laughing uncontrollably. "Oh Emmett, how could someone as smart as you be so . . . blonde?"

It was Emmett's turn to be shocked. "So you said no then?"

Elle was still clutching her stomach in laughter. "Of course I said no silly. Do you think after all this time I haven't learned my lesson?"

Emmett rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling uncomfortably. "Oh, wow, I feel like an asshole now."

"No!" Elle grabbed his hands. "No, don't call yourself that. You may be a butthead, but you're definitely not that."

Emmett laughed at the fact that she wouldn't say ass. "So, about that celebrating. What did you have in mind?" He crossed his arm over his chest.

"Well, I've had enough of people for the day." Elle gestured toward the reporters shuffling out of the house. "Why don't we stay in, without studying from once?" She giggled.

Emmett chuckled. "That sounds like a plan, maybe drink some red bull."

"Actually," Elle walked towards Emmett's car, "I was thinking champagne."

Why was she walking to his car? They were going to her dorm, right? That's were they always went. She obviously knew the way well enough to drive herself.

"Emmett," Elle clapped her hands, snapping him out of his trans. "Are you going to unlock the door or are you just going to continue staring at me?" Elle asked jokingly.

"Oh, yeah," He pressed the button to unlock the door, "But why?" Emmett asked across the hood of the car. "Didn't you bring your car?"

"Yeah," She said, sitting in the passenger seat, "But I don't have champagne." She shut the car door with a slam. "I also don't know the way to your apartment."