Authors Note

Hey guys, so, I just found out that thinking about doing something, is not actually doing it. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting enough lately. Middle school is rough. But I'm back now! And I'm ready to start a new chapter for you guys. PS: Forgot I ever said Emma had a boyfriend in Jax's memories. PPS: Jax's memories are gonna get whack, so stay tuned. This chapter includes Jax's memories in season 2 without Daniel, flashbacks, and the memories of Jax's that season 4 came up with. Yeah, that's confusing. Just read it. It's easier. PPPS: Yes, it's still me, I just changed my user name. Still allys0107, just another pen name. WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LOTS OF EMOTIONS. (This chapter is really deep)(And also steals a lot of quotes from Pinterest)

I tried to keep the shock off my face, but anyone could tell.

Brown, waist length hair stands clear of her circle shaped face. Dark brown eyes looked at me for a second, then went back to Mr. Alonzo. Her figure seemed skinnier. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, the normal uniform shirt, and completely brown heeled boots replaced her silver sparkly ones. She wore a denim jacket, matching her jeans. Even without a leather jacket and combat boots, she had an overall rebellious appearance. Different from my style, but, she held a strong resemblance to, me.

Principal Alonzo bared a loud sigh, bringing me out of my trance.

"Emma, how many times have I told you that denim and boots are not appropriate school clothing!" Principal Alonzo stated, less firmly than usual.

I looked at him strangely. He didn't say it in a "principally" voice. He said it in a more "try not to do it again" tone. But even then, the rule sounded pretty lax. At least according to this Emma. Has he changed too? All this change is really taking a toll on me.

Emma was about to respond, but Principal Alonzo cut her off.

"Never mind, just, show Jax around school" Principal Alonzo ordered.

Emma glanced at me, cocking her head to the side a little.

Our eyes locked for a second. I saw her facial features more clearly. Her nose was a bit pointier, her lips a bit more plump, her eyes, no longer glistened. But what caught my eye was a scar. The scar hid behind a stand of hair, barely inches from her right ear. I was tempted to ask, but kept my mouth shut.

"Ok" She said, looking at me strangely.

"Good, now if you excuse me, I have to finish some paperwork" Principal Alonzo groaned.

I stood up, ready to find out what the hell is going on.

To my surprise, Emma grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door, saying bye to her father with a certain smirk on her face. I know that smirk all too well. It was the smirk I pulled when an idea was brewing.

Emma let go of my wrist outside of Principals Alonzo office. She still wore that smirk.

"So, you're a bad boy huh" She predicted, circling around me.

I looked down and I saw I was back in my old combat boots, my Elvis styled hair, and my signature leather jacket.

It took me a minute to respond. Should I say no? Should I say yes? I changed, but what should I say? Maybe I should take things into my own hands and try to get her to remember. Or maybe I should just let things play out like they did before? But nothing will play out like before! As far as I know, Andi could be a model! Maddie could own a motorcycle! Diego could be in jail! Sophie could be valedictorian for god's sake! I need to get more information about what she's planning. I'll play it off cool.

"Maybe" I admitted, hoping my nervousness didn't show.

I'm pretty sure it did show though. Crap.

"Oh, really?" Emma teased with a playful smirk.

Honestly, that smirk scared me a little. She's just so different from the real Emma. Or the other Emma. Wait, how can I know for sure which Emma is the real one? For all that I know, this could be my actual reality. I shivered slightly at the thought. No, this is not my real truth. This isn't right. I belong in my reality. I don't think I could live without it. I need to go back to my reality.

"Wanna ditch?" Emma asked, one eyebrow raised, smirk still planted on her face.

I raised my eyebrows, surprised, shocked, and worried. The old me would have been trilled, thrilled to see this sudden change and fun and excitement in "goody two shoes" Emma, but this is wrong. She's not supposed to be this Emma. I don't want this to change. I don't want her any different. I can't, no, I won't accept this. I looked in her eyes for any trace of the old Emma, but nothing.

Then something happened. The electricity went through me again, a flurry of images flew across my mind, almost like a vision. I saw Emma, and things happened like they should, well almost. It was almost a replay of my memories, but there was someone else next to Emma. It was another guy. He had light brown hair, light grayish, blueish eyes. A nice smile, a good guy. Then there was a dance, everyone wore flashy colorful costumes and crazy hair, like anime. That guy was there, and he was singing a song. He was looking at Emma the whole time, then, she went on the stage and kissed him.

I felt something in my stomach as the images kept changing to visions of them together. I felt as I had been stabbed in the chest. Like my heart had taken a hit, and it would take a long time to heal. It was like, a part inside of me broke, like something died inside of me. So many emotions ran through me as the images swirled around my head. I could still feel her pink lips on mine, the fireworks I always felt. But they weren't there anymore. I miss the real Emma. What are these visions? Is this the past? Is this the future? Why am I seeing this? Does Emma still love me?

That doesn't matter, because she could shatter my heart, break it into a thousand pieces, but I would still pick all the pieces up, and put them back in her hand. I'm in love with her. Love doesn't just fade away. Even if she hates me, I would never hate her for not loving me anymore, I would hate myself for still loving her. But at the same time, I wouldn't hate myself for being in love with her. I wouldn't hate myself for it, because falling in love with her was the best thing that ever happened to me. No matter how painful.

But if she loves him, I would want her to be happy. It's painful to tell someone goodbye if you don't want to let go, but it's even more painful to ask someone to stay if you know they really wanna go.

The electricity hit me again, and the visions disappeared, like it never happened, but it did. I could still feel the knife in my back, the sword through my heart. The feeling in my stomach.

I got back down to earth, and I saw this Emma here again. Same position, like time froze for a second. Out of nowhere I found myself agreeing. I vividly remember Emma #2 grabbing the collar of my jacket and pulling me close to her, whispering something in my ear. I couldn't make out what she said, but I found it familiar. Like I had heard her say it before. Hmmmmmmm. Before I knew what was happening, we were at the movies, watching, The Cabin in the Woods. I'd been wanting to watch this movie ever since the trailer came out! We snuck into the movie theater, it was completely empty. We cast a spell to make some extra room for us. We magically made popcorn appear along with a couple free sodas. Then suddenly, we were at a concert. Maroon 5 was playing. Thousands of fans everywhere. Emma was there, in the middle of the crowd, dancing with her long hair flipping back and forth. I was in the back, in a corner. Watching everyone have a good time. We snuck into that concert too. This was Emma #2's favorite band. I liked their music, but was never really that much of a fan. She just took my wrists and dragged me there. Emma #2 was a party girl. She never really cared much for her studies, she simply used magic. I don't know how I know all that stuff, I just do. Then we were at The Seven.

Now I can see the memories clearly now. We walked into the seven, both toppling over with laughter. We came back from messing with a couple of cops, causing some trouble. We were running. I was holding my phone up to record, Emma with a pie in her hands. She ran over to the cop and smashed the pie right in his face. We both sprinted away, tripping people as we ran by. Jumping over outdoor tables, a French couple yelled at us. We apparently " ruiné la date de notre dîner, vous tennagers des folles!" The cop, still chasing us and apparently blinded by the pie smashed right into the table we just jumped over, food flying everywhere. Now this was turning into a full on chase! Causing lots of trouble along the way, (and casting a spell or two to avoid police cars,) we made it to the Seven, back to the present. Then flashes of black and white, splashes of color. We had just started a food fight in the seven. Pepperoni slices seemed to pour from the skies. The oranges were bullets, flying back and forth. Toppling pizza forts everywhere. There was someone trying to calm things down, but no one payed any attention to him. Then I was on the couch. Food scattered everywhere. I felt my back pocket, and flung out my phone.

12:56

I shrugged it off. Not like anyone will even notice. Besides, I've been out later. A gust of purple magic caught my attention. I turned my head to find Emma, laying down on the counter. Then I can feel someone's weight on me. I can't see anything but a flurry of images. I can feel a pair of lips on mine. Emma's soft, pink lips. Then she's not there anymore. She went out back to see if the cops were still looking for us. I was still on the couch. I got up to look for her, I went out the back door to find Emma.

Then he was there.

Daniel Miller.

I recognize him as the guy in the vision. The "good guy". But he was different. Completely different. He looked older than in the memories. I felt like I had seen him before, this guy, I mean. Visons kept flowing through my head. Is that the Everglades?! (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink) He seemed like a guy who wrestled alligators, and lived in the wild. I got a rugged vibe from him. I got visions of him walking through the halls, them making a path for him, girls gawking, gossiping about how "tough", and "hot" he is. He's not even that good looking! Guys glaring at him, complaining to themselves about how he always "steals my girl". That he manipulates with his "charm". How he's a party boy, a trouble maker. Teachers complaining about how he's "a bad influence to kids under his grade level". I don't know what is happening, it's like I know him, but I don't. The images stop, yet what I'm seeing fells glossed over. Like it's not real. But it is.

I can see them clearly, their flirting with each other. A pang of jealousy ran through me, along with rage. No, not rage. Fury. I could almost feel the fire burning in my eyes, my muscles tense, jaw locked. Then he leaned in and… Kissed her. He kissed her. Her arm wrapped around him, his hand on her waist. Slow at first, then became heated. The fire in my eyes flared up more when I realized, that was the way she kissed me. Our first kiss. With him, not me. Exactly the same. Our first kiss. Our first kiss. Repeated in my head over and over. When they broke away, slightly panting for air, Something came over.

I walked over there, hands in fists, and with all the force I had left, pushed him away from her. I can't see clearly anymore. I saw Emma backing away, in shock. I remember smashing his head against the wall, him lunging towards me and shoving me down to the floor. I got him in a headlock, then he punched me in the jaw. I was bleeding, so was he. Our clothes were slightly torn. Emma was nowhere to be found.

We kept fighting though. Back and forth. I was really putting up a fight, but this guy wasn't too bad at defending either. We dodged each others punches, I took a blow to the rib cage, I backed away slightly. I kneed him in the stomach. We took the fight into the Seven. I threw him into a table, it smashing down due to his weight and muscle. He shoved me over the counter, me practically doing a reverse barrel roll. I threw whatever I could get my hands on at him. I grabbed a chair and smashed it over his shoulder. He gripped his shoulder in pain while I grinned evily. He shoved me through the door, it crashing into pieces and we were outside again. Then we were on the floor, me on top of him. He held his hands up, blocking my punches. He turned me over, him practically on top of me. He tried to pound my head in the ground, like I smashed his head in the wall, but I dodged his punches. Untill one lucky hit, smack in the forehead, my head crashing down on the cool, hard concrete. Then everything went black.

Woah! Things just got heated! Again, sorry for not updating sooner. I've been binge watching every witch way all over again and I just can't seem to stop. I also made a new every witch way fanpage! Follow me on Instagram and Twitter at ewwfandom2015 for edits and other eww related things. Back to the story, did I confuse you yet?! Jax practically has 3 different realities that he knows of. The real one, the one where Jax completely replaced Daniel, and the one that I invented, season 2 just plain without Daniel. He's gonna be WAY more confused in future updates. Did you like the fight scene? What do you think of the new Emma? (Lets be real, this Emma would have been way fun to hang out with) Who should I introduce next? Don't be a silent reader! I love reading your comments! Follow and Favorite this story. Bye! (And don't worry, Jax isn't dead)(Or is he?!)