Emma didn't know how it happened, but as she walked into English class, there Jay sat near the second back row. Everyone had already gotten most of their seats, and the only ones left was in front of him, behind or in the far back corner. Oh! There was one in the front, just a step away from her! She went to move to that seat, but someone popped their bag down and sat.

Damn.

Emma glanced up to see Jays head look up now as he clicked a pen boredly, and his burning eyes gazed around and then caught sight of her. She quickly glanced at the seat in front of him, behind and then in the corner. The corner it was.

Wasn't he suppose to be a year older? Then again, Ashley Kerwin was also in this class. Maybe English in both periods weren't that different. Maybe it was a split class.. Who the hell knows how he was in this class too.

"Everybody, take your seats." Mrs Kwan called to the rest of people who rushed into the door.

Darcy was another late student as she came running in, "Em!" she happily greeted, blocking her path of going to the corner. Emma sighed almost impatiently, but plastered a smile to Darcy as she squished down the rows trying to get to the corner.

"Hey." she greeted to then huff when a student sat in that corner seat just as she stood near the open desk in front of Jay and glanced down at it, then at him. He leaned back in his chair now, so calm and collected, pretending like he didn't know she was having a hard time trying to avoid this seat.

"Ou, sit here!" gasped Darcy, pointing at the very seat as she took the one behind Jay. Now he sat in the middle, and Emma had to sit in front.

She slowly put her stuff down and avoided looking at him as she sat. She could barely get a regular heart beat. Was he looking at her? She swore she felt eyes at the back of her neck. She tensed, and tried to gaze up at the teacher up front who was getting ready to start.

"Unfortunately," scoffed Mrs Kwan, "the books I want us to read this year, aren't in yet. Thank your lousy principle for that." some students chuckled. She stood next to a box on her table, and started to reach into it to grab some books and pass them down the isles, "So today, for shits and giggles, we'll read the bible. Since this school seems to have hundreds of copies of it."

Emma smiled a little, shaking her head. Mrs Kwan was a very low patience teacher, she was funny, even when she tended not to be.

"I just came from Religion!" Darcy said out loud, and half the class snickered. She caught both Emma and Jay's glance back at her and she smiled to Emma, "Isn't this exciting?"

"A blast." Emma just muttered, turning back around but smiled and shook her head. A chuckle was heard behind her. She knew just from who.

"Haven't really read this thing a lot." Kwan admitted, opening it up and going through the pages, "So I say go in groups, every isle get together, and read different sections of the bible so that at the end of the class, we'll talk about what you've read, and then for laughs, we'll talk about your opinions and beliefs."

Darcy raised her hand and Kwan groaned. Jay seemed to of straightened up in his chair, as if he was actually liking this class now. He thought Kwan was going to be a stuck up boring bitch, but her bored belief in God was amusing him. Maybe too much.

"Yes Miss Edwards?"

"I just feel you're coming off too rude about something I take a lot of pride in." next to Darcy, another bible member of her club nodded.

Mrs Kwan rolled her eyes, "Alright, I'm sorry. Now, lets get into groups."

Emma stilled. Her isle consisted of Ashley Kerwin, Darcy, and Jay. Ashley turned around to her and pushed her desk around to sit next to her, but facing Darcy and Jay. Darcy had pushed her desk up and next to Jays, ALMOST sitting by him, but keeping that distance just incase from the bad boy. Emma sucked in a breath before standing and turning hers around too. She sat back in her desk to lock eyes with Jay who sat right across her now. How the heck was she to avoid him now?

In the middle of 'debate', that seemed to conjure up while reading between Ashley and Darcy, Jay couldn't help but lean forward to Emma as he boredly used his pen to flip through the bible pages.

"So," he asked, "Are you good friends with this bible thumper?"

Emma looked up from staring at the cover of the bible. She hadn't opened hers yet. Darcy was basically reading it to them off by heart. She blinked and tilted her head, wondering how he could talk about Darcy like that while sitting almost next to the girl, but Darcy didn't hear, and her and Ashley in a world of their own much like Emma felt with Jay. In their own little world.

Emma crossed her arms on her desk, leaning forward and replied, "Yes. She's..nice. So we're friends. Do you have any of those?"

Jay raised an eyebrow at her skeptically but humorously. She tried not to smile. "I have friends." he noted, then repeated, "Nice?" he then insisted with a smirk, "I can be nice."

Emma looked down, trying so bad to stop smiling. Was he trying to say he wanted them to be friends? Wouldn't that be..wierd?

Emma then looked up and saw his eyes drift down to something on her, his eyes clouding.

She glanced down, noticing how she leaned forward on her desk not only lowered her shirt, but pushed her chest up, but (As much as she blushed at the thought) it couldn't of been that, must of been the scar that was now showing, or hell, maybe both.

Emma leaned back, adjusting the ends of her shirt at her hips so not to be so forward that she caught him looking, and he blinked, snapping out of it and she turned her head to look away. It had to be the scar he was looking at.

"I'm sorry." he apologized, his face blank.

Emma couldn't believe he apologized. "I get it." she muttered, looking down. "Stab wounds are interesting." wait until you lived through one. She started to panic a bit inside, and wanted to go. Flashes of Alex that night replayed in her head. Before she knew it, the bell rang and the students looked up, and then at the clock.

It was time to go.

"What?" Kwan even looked confused, looking down at her watch. She swore the class had another half hour!?

Emma tried to breath, and count to 10. Funny things were happening lately. She wanted to just finish her last few classes, and go home. Sleep it off.

The students slowly got up, getting their books. Some of them looked confused too but ready to go. Emma for some reason felt guilty; but it's not like she could speed up time or anything right? That was silly. She looked up and saw everyone but Jay moving, and his icy eyes on her skeptically. She swallowed, swearing it was like he knew something she didn't, not yet.

He then grinned cheshire like and noted, "Time flys when you're having fun."

Emma watched him get up, and leave his bible on the desk. She watched him go, and turned to hers before huffing and standing up to go grab it and give it back to Mrs Kwan.

"AH!"

Emma dropped the book, her finger smoking up when she had touched the bible.

What. The. Actual. FUCK.

What. in . the. hell.

"You okay?" Emma gasped and turned to Darcy. She had hoped she didn't see that. The bible had literally BURNED her. "Emma?"

Darcy watched the blonde flee. Without her books. Without the bible she dropped.

((((****)))))

Emma got home and slammed the door behind her to lean on it, panting. She ran all the way home from school, screw those last few classes. Her old self would never say that, but her old self never got burned by bible books, and heard things- or got stabbed by someone who was suppose to be her sister.

"What is happening to me?" EMma sobbed silently and then sucked in a breath when her Dad's room opened.

"Honey, you're home? Everything okay?"

"Yes, fine. I just. I needed a break." Emma tried to wipe her tears.

Joey pretended not to see them, noticing she didn't want him to. "You want to talk?"

"No."

"Honey, you know we can talk about anything." he followed her to her room.

"Oh my god," EMma said, snickering in disbelief and couldn't wait to get to her bedroom. They couldn't talk about anything at all. Not even Alex. Barely about her mother. And the last thing she wanted right now, was to pretend everything would be okay after a pep talk with her Dad. Nothing was okay anymore.

"It'll all be alright!" he insisted.

Emma stopped at her door, holding it before slamming it close. "Stop acting like everything is alright. It's never going to be alright!"

Joey jumped when she slammed it shut

((((((******))))))))))

"So how bout it? Paiges party? Me and you?" Manny's voice was on the other end.

Emma sat on her bed that weekend tying up her heels with one hand, her other holding her cellphone to her ear. "I thought it was just going to be us tonight. You know, girls night at the movies or something. Talk about how miserable we are with you single, and me going crazy?" she used dry humor, sue her.

Manny laughed on the other end, "Come on Em, we need some fun. I'm single, your single-"

Emma gasped, hearing a violent crash from beside her and turned her head to the lamp that use to be on her table, that was now on the floor in bits.

"Emma?"

What the hell. Emma got up, and looked around her room. That lamp was always in the MIDDLE of her table. How could it fall?

'Emmmmaaaa.' a voice breathed in the air, echoing against the walls.

Now she SWORE she heard something. "Was that you?" Emma was hoping that was Manny, but the girl on the other end scoffed.

"I thought you fell or something." Manny had heard the crash and asked, "You alright? ... .Emma?"

Emma closed her eyes and rubbed them. "I don't know." maybe she was imagining things. Some fun would actually be nice. "Fine, lets go to Paige's party. She only throws the best ones right?"

Manny laughed and cheered, "Yes! I'll pick you up in 15."

Emma nodded, and with that hung up. But not before narrowing her eyes around her room once more. What the hell was going on with her lately? Hearing things, that couldn't possibly be there.

She barely slept anymore. Maybe she just needed to focus on her health better. Move on.

She nodded with that, and she turned to her mirror, and turned her body as she viewed her outfit. Short black casual dress with skinny straps and her hair naturally blow dried straight. Barely make up on but some mascara. She looked really good. The dress barely touched her thigh and showed off that body and legs of her.

She smiled and left.

When she shut the front door of her apartment, in her room, the mirror cracked as if a hand punched it. But nobody was there...

Least, to the eye they weren't.

In the reflection of the mirror, kind of like Bloody Mary, stood Bloody Peter's ghost, huffing and puffing madly that his haunting on Emma was barely working..

He'd show her.

Soon.

(((((*)))))

"Jimmy Brookes?" Manny asked Emma boredly, standing in the middle of the party that was overcrowded. Like Emma said, Paige threw the best parties. Everyone seemed to be having fun, but these two. Manny was trying to find who she'd have fun with tonight.

Emma wrinkled her nose, sipping her drink from her red cup in hand. "You fooled around with him before remember? Plus, he's too cocky."

"Ah right, cock" Manny joked, "Now I remember him." she squished her fingers together, "Very small, if I'm correct?"

Emma rolled her eyes smiling.

"Hey." Emma jumped and turned to Craig Mannings; only the cutest boy in school. She smiled alittle and waved her fingers back at her old neighbor. "Hey." they always had now and then flirtation, he respected her, and she liked that about him.

He looked at her and his eyes twinkled, but when he noticed Manny, he did a double take and his mouth hung. Manny, always leaving little to the imagination, wore a tight white crop top, that was see-through and wore a lace black bra under. Her belly botton was pierced, and she wore the shortest jean skirt in the party.

"Hey Manny." he greeted, and drooled (Emma noticed).

Emma's smile faded, and looked down. Manny just smiled back at him and put her hands on her waist, glancing to Emma and back at him while tilting her head, "What's up Craig?"

Emma looked away before Manny saw the disappointment on her face, a little upset that Craig was definitely choosing Manny over her right now.

Emma was beautiful, don't get her wrong, she knew that, but she didn't get the attention for it when Manny was around because Manny was wild, and fun, and sexy. When guys looked at Emma, she swore they thought 'oh thats a nice pretty girl to bring home to mom', but then when they glanced at Manny, they probably thought 'Oh now thats a nice girl to take home now.'

"Want to dance?" Craig asked Manny.

Emma forced a smile when Manny opened her mouth but didn't reply, not until looking at her best friend with permission. She'd never leave Emma alone. And if she knew Emma was a little hurt right now, she'd of never danced with Craig either.

"Sure." Manny said after smiling back to Emma and then up at Craig. The two wondered off, and Emma chugged back that drink in her hand.

She turned back to the table, feeling the drink giving her a buzz, and wanted a little more. She glanced to the right, swearing she heard her name, and ofcourse she did, Hazel and Ashley were whispering to some group of people and glancing at her, probably telling them her history and about her 'tragedy.' Now , about that drink.

Emma turned back and grabbed the vodka that was piled in with the booze and beer on the party table. She poured some in her cup as a voice came up from behind and teased her, "Has someone been missing her AA meetings?"

Emma had to laugh, knowing it was him. "I need a little.." she drifted off as she put maybe more than a shot or two, or six in her cup, "Courage."

She turned to Jay, her heart skipping a bit. He looked good, that good old backwards hat back on and his cute little hairs peaking out, that bad boy pout on. He looked confused for a moment before he looked over his shoulder where she glanced and saw her audience, "Screw those people." he said with a sneer and turned back to her, grabbing the vodka bottle from her and just hung onto it.

Emma snickered, hating to hear people say that to her, "You don't really know what it's like-" she flinched, remembering who it was she was talking to. He knew, he knew what it was like knowing Alex, and knowing what she did.

"Sorry. That was so rude. Ofcourse you do-"

"No I don't, you're right, not like you do." he pierced his lips, and gazed down at the floor, and then up at her body, gazing up her slowly. Emma wished he'd stop doing that. His eyes then fell around her chest, but not in a smoldering way this time, knowing her scar was somewhere under her dress. "Can we talk about it?"

Emma paused. She knew they both wanted to have that conversation, or at least imply they should have it. So now it's been done, but maybe they didn't have to talk about it now. Ever. "No. As far as we know, she doesn't exist anymore. Okay?" Emma looked so helpless as she asked, and his eyes clouded as he watched her.

He nodded, and raised his vodka bottle as if to cheers for that, "Fine by me." he took a chug. Emma smiled and shook her head, sipping her drink and cringing a little. Gross! How did Jay drink this stuff without cringing?

She heard her name once more behind her, and then Paige's, and she knew those bitches Hazel and the rest of them were probably getting ready to tell Paige just who Jay was hanging around right now. She looked back at him, to see he had looked over at them too, before softly back at her.

"Maybe you should go." she told him.

"Think I give a shit what Paige's minions think?" he snickered.

Emma was shocked by his reply and then sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "I do. Unfortunately. They really know how to raise hell on people they hate. I don't want Paige getting the wrong idea."

Jay's foot stepped out, and landed closer in front of her. Emma peaked up at him under her eyelashes as he slowly, playfully, got closer, "What idea would that be?"

Emma swallowed, and then snapped out of it. This couldn't be a thing! She couldn't fall for Jay Hogart. Even if he was the only thing that made her feel connected again. PLus, he had a fling with her sister before, and now fucking the most popular cheerleader at school. What was next? Seducing the volley ball girls team?

Jay must of noticed her desperation for change of subject. "They don't hate you, they just think you're top news." he confirmed.

Emma sadly laughed, "I'd rather think they just hate me."

"Emma?" the two heard and turned, noticing a thin, tall dark haired boy with thick darker shaped eyebrows and emerald green eyes.

"Hey..Declan.." Emma slowly greeted, her stomach turning into knots. He was Peter's old friend. They were kind of alike, but maybe Declan was more nice to her than Peter ever was. She had no reason to hate him, he just reminded her so much of Peter since he was a rich boy who based his coolness on his money and looks. But maybe she was being too cruel, since Peter was gone now.

Declan coughed nervously, noticing the cold eyes of Jay Hogart on him. "You wanna dance?"

"Jay!" came Paige's voice, coming over. Perfect timing. Emma stepped a little away from Jay, while Jay's eyes didn't even move off of Declan in a very jealous looking way.

Emma opened her mouth to reply to Declan, who looked nervous under Jay's glare. Emma was a bit speechless, not knowing what to say. She kind of wanted to stay with Jay, but another blonde had just got here and was practically throwing herself on him.

"I've been looking everywhere for you." she purred.

Jay finally, slowly, removed his eyes off of Declan but clenched his jaw. He then glanced down at Paige with a look in his eyes that sort of looked between irritated and not in the mood.

Emma wanted to leave. She couldn't watch the Queen B basically dry hump the side of Jay's leg. "You know what, Declan? Lets go talk instead, outside." she grabbed his hand, trying to pull him away from the scene she wanted to get away from.

Paige had glanced over with a slight jealous glare but was then happy to see the pair walk off, and hoped they go make out or something so Emma would leave Jay alone. But whom wasn't leaving whom alone? ...

Emma led Declan away, she wouldn't mind company as she got away from the new 'cute couple' anyways, since Manny was still busy, grinding on Craig on the dancefloor. Declan followed her, happily, but hissed as he felt a burning sensation at the back of his head.

Back with Paige, Jay was still drilling holes in the back of Declans head until Emma pulled them out of site out to the backyard.

"I need help, in my room, for...something." Paige giggled, a little drunk and rubbing her hand up and down Jay's arm.

Jay sighed, but nodded, letting her lead the way up the stairs. He'd need a good fuck anyways now. Emma looked so fucking damn good in that tight little dress and it barely covered her, but still left a lot to the imagination. How did she do that? Look so fucking sexy but respectable at the same time? And how did just a smile from her get his cock so hard?

(((*)))

Paige had just opened her room door to lead Jay in when Hazel and Ashley came running up the stairs from the party.

"Paige we need more mixers!" Ashley exclaimed.

Paige scoffed madly, impatient with waiting to be fucked by Jay. If these girls had ever gone through it, they'd understand just how amazing he was and how they should NOT be trying to ruin this for her right now. She needed that magic cock of his, now!

"Jimmy and some guys are threatening to leave if we don't find some." Pouted Hazel, who held the biggest crush for Jimmy and gave Paige a begging sort of look.

"UGH!" Paige almost stomped her foot, "Fine, I'll go to the corner store. But you're coming with me! Jay. Wait RIGHT here."

"oW!" winced Hazel, being dragged by Paige who held a tight grip on her arm, almost causing bruising. The two went back down the stairs and through the party to go leave for more drinks.

Jay boredly leaned on the bedroom door, knowing that whatever was going to go down, now wasn't, but wasn't particularly that disappointed. He fucked other girls than Paige. Infact, Jay caught Ashleys small smile at him when he remembered she still stood there and she bit her lip seductively at him.

She'd do for now. He needed a release badly.

(((*)))

"Do you miss him?" Declan asked Emma.

Emma shifted in her spot on the back porch . "Peter?"

He nodded. He smiled sadly, "I know he didn't treat you right. And I know he was a dick. But I miss him."

"It was horrible what happened." Was all Emma could say before she sucked in a breath and got up, "Be right back." she had to just, go. Go anywhere than where this conversation was.

She went back into the party, and up the stairs. She found the bathroom and shut the door, closing her eyes and leaning on the wall.

So much for a fun night.

(((((****))))

"Oh god... Please!" Ashley yelled out, loud enough to be heard through the thin walls. Ashley was being pounded forward on the bed while lying on her stomach, naked, only heels on in Paige's bed, fucking Jay Hogart. She couldn't help it, she knew Paige called dibs on him but he was so fucking hot. And so fucking good.

She sobbed in pleasure, screaming for climax. She felt her ass tightening around his cock, but the release was taking forever but torturing her in the best way possible. It was painful, but so much more pleasurable; she'd never been ass fucked before, she was only 17 and just lost her virginity a year ago, but Jay could make her do anything. Have you met him!?

Despite the fact that she was sobbing heavily into the bed sheets now, face down, Jay stayed at his pace, driving her hips back into his so he could fuck the little highschool whore into bliss. He grunted, and panted, his eyes shut as he grabbed Ashley's hair and thrusted into her from behind harder.

When he shut his eyes, he saw her, smiling at him, always so sweetly or mischievously. She was so fucking beautiful. And he didn't mean Ashley, or Paige, or Alex. Those girls meant nothing to him.

Emma.

He continued pumping in and out of Ashley while she wailed beneath him for several minutes and then got back up on her knees, trying to move her ass back into him, wanting every inch of him.. Fuck Paige! She wanted him. Then suddenly, she stiffened and clamped down very tightly on his prick. She let out a huge gasp, and another wail before crying out her second orgasm.

(((**)))

Emma washed up in the washroom, needing to splash water on her face before exiting and going back down to the party.

When she opened the door and took a step out, she jumped back when Paige Michealchuck stormed right by her and to her room with Hazel following in her foot steps.

"Jay better still be in my room, Hazel! Or it's all your fault."

"The good thing is we got more mixers, and the guys are happy, and Jay will definitely be in there Paige! He wants you, I just know it!" Hazel sucked up, and Paige went to open the handle to hear the noise coming from her room.

Emma went to leave but too paused when she heard the pleasurable sobbing of a girl that was probably coming from behind that very room. The girl seemed to be having a PRETTY good time. Emma blushed a bit herself but also wrinkled her nose in disgust. Did the girl have to be screaming so loud? Or using Paige's room?

"Is there someone in there having sex in my room!?" Paige asked in disgust too, Hazel shrugged, so she bursted the door open.

Jay was now on top of Ashley, this time lying over her, the bed sheet resting over them, lying off his waist. Her chest clung to his, and she had alright tits I guess, but Jay just needed to come. It's a shame highschool girls didn't know how to fuck, he had to do all the work. Maybe, deep down, he couldn't come cause of some guilt feeling; but it didn't make sense. 'She' wasn't his. Not yet. She would be though. EMma would soon understand she was practically made for him. . . but we'd get to that later.

After just seconds, Ashley began shuddering and moaning-

The door flew open, and Paige stood there, Hazel behind, and Emma behind them on the other side of the hall just coming out of the bathroom. They all stared into the room watching Jay stop thrusting his hips in a overly satisfied Ashley Kerwin. Ashley gasped, and turned her head to yelp and sit up, trying to cover herself with the other sheet as Jay used what he had around his waist to cover up but did so very calmly.

"ASHLEY?!" Paige shrieked, Hazel's mouth dropped. Paige looked at Jay with tears filling up.

Jay sighed and glanced over to explain but then did a double take when he noticed the other blonde standing behind Paige. Emma. His mouth hung and he wished she didn't see this. Ashley was nothing. Paige was even smaller than nothing compared to Emma.

"Fuck." he got up and went to explain with more regret in his eyes but then Emma took off, looking like this wasn't her buisness.

Emma tore her eyes away, not believing what she just saw. She felt her chest caving as she went down the stairs as quick as she could, and she pushed through the people in the party as she tried to make her way out. SHe then snuffled, and noticed tears were burning her eyes. Why the hell was she even crying!? Who cared about what she saw.

Who cared about Jay?! Not her! He was nobody, and he could be with Ashley, or Paige, or whoever the hell he wanted! Emma wanted nothing more to do with him or what they 'have'. He wasn't suppose to come into her life anyways, and the connection she felt with him was just too confusing because there couldn't be one, right?

"Emma, there you are!" she heard and turned to Declan. His mouth dropped, seeing how upset she was. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

((**))

Jay had rushed his jeans on, and threw on his shirt as he pushed past Paige. "Excuse me?!" Paige squealed, "Come back here so we can talk about this!"

Jay rushed down the stairs, and the party was still thumping, and everyone was in his FUCKING way. "Stop!" he growled loudly, clenching his fists.

Then everything stopped. The people, the moving, the music, everything looked frozen and everything went quiet. He had literally stopped time.

He shoved his way through the crowd now easily, passing by a Craig and Manny who were frozen while kissing. They didn't move a muscle. Didn't blink.

Outside, while dark out, the air from the teenagers' cigerettes or joints had even frozen from above them or out of their mouths.

Declan, who stood at his car in the driveway, was also frozen and stood still while his car door was half open, his mouth still open too, since he was just talking to Emma. Emma, on the other side, was freaking out. Not frozen. Her head whipped back and forth in fear while noticing time wasn't moving, and people were frozen like mannequins.

She heard footsteps and whirled around to the mysterious figure coming her way.

Jay.

Emma sucked in a shakey breath, leaning back on Declans car. Something was telling her there was no use to run, and Jay had something to do with this. He had this look in his eye, knowing this was freaking her out, but also a look in his eye that told her she needed to trust him.

It was almost a joke after what had just happened.

"Emma-" he said calmly, stopping in front of her and raising his hand to try to put it on her shoulder but she whimpered and inched more back into the car.

"What the hell is happening?" she asked shakily, her body trembling, tears in her eyes. Jay cringed, wondering if that was him who did that, or just what was happening right now. It was a lot to take in.

"What the hell is right." he joked.

Emma didn't get it, trying to search his eyes for the answer or at least a sign she could trust him. She shook her head "Get away from me." her voice was small though, unsure, scared. Deep down, she knew she could trust him, and that made her mad because her eyes told differently, but she just didn't understand anything yet.

He frowned, "This happened sooner than I wanted it to, but it has to come out."

Emma bit her lip, looking around once more at the freaky site of time standing still and standing in the middle of it with Jay Hogart. Her shimmering Hazel eyes looked up at his now darker blue ones. He held his hand out,waiting for her to take it.

Without much choice, she slowly did, her fingers slowly sliding on his and than his hand gripping hers. She felt tingles run through her finger tips to down her body and to her toes. He too looked a little stung by the effect of just touching her, staring down at their hands before turning and walking back to the house slowly, stepping around or over any stoners from school that were sitting outside.

They stopping on the porch.

Emma watched him let her hand go, and she found herself wishing he would come back as he walked just a few steps away and walked to a frozen kid who was holding out a light for a girl who hadn't lit her cigarette yet. Jay took that cigarette from the girls hands, and liter from the boys. He went back to Emma as he put the cigarette to the corner of his mouth loosely, and covered his hand over the end of it while he lit it with the liter. He inhaled deeply.

"What are you?" Emma asked, watching him get closer, listening to her heart pound harder. He exhaled the smoke from his lungs and through his sexy full lips slowly before his eyes looked back up into hers deeply and he blew the smoke away.

"I'm the Devil."

He inhaled once more.

/And Hell followed with him.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come."

{When the Man comes around- JohnnyCash}

Author: Eeeek, Emma now knows ! And guh, I even want this Jay to myself too. Too bad Mike Lobel wasn't given more roles or movies; I'd love to play around with a fake trailer for this story. Dang . Anyways! How do you think Emma should react with the Devil wanting her? ANd why does he want her, of all people?