(Bay's POV)

I'm sitting uncomfortably at the kitchen counter working through a math problem or two that I should have finished last week. Monday's hit like a train- especially when I had been up for so long. Saturday night was a blur; Emmett hadn't texted me.

"You okay honey?" My mother questions as she enters the kitchen wearing a million shades of cream, beige, and natural fibers.

I pull at my Buckner sweater wishing it wasn't so tight. Day's like this I wish I was back at Carlton where I could sign a pathetic excuse and fall into my own routine instead of having to be a rock solid ten in everything just to make it through first period. Oh and did I mention I would love to see Emmett. I felt like I was in middle school, back when I had kissed my first boy ever and he was two years older and I was too in awe to realize it was just a kiss and he did it with all the girls. The pathetic, clingy side of me was the reason that I loathed myself so much sometimes.

"Great! What's for breakfast?" I close my textbook realizing that senioritis (and losing my v card) wasn't going to allow me to get any further on this assignment.

"Oh…" Katherine digs around in the fridge for a few before pulling out a cartoon of eggs and a gallon of milk, "We'll just do something simple today!"

I shrug and grab my backpack, "I'm not very hungry anyways mom!"

She sighs, "I wish you would eat something!"

"I'll bring a granola bar!" I grab one out of the cupboard and smile, "I'm sure Toby and his boo thing would love some breakfast!" I wink which makes my mother cringe.

"He would like to spend some time with you before he goes back to Tennessee!" She scrunches her nose, "He might want you to design his new album cover.

I choke back a laugh, "Or not… are they still sleeping in separate bedrooms?" I stop at the door and stop at the idea of my brother and his fiancé having sex.

Katherine shrugs, "They say they are but a couple of young adults who live together won't even share a bedroom seems a bit strange to me…" She covers her mouth, "Don't tell them I'm saying this…."

Mom's got opinionated in her old age. I wonder if she thinks that I would share a bedroom… and if she's okay with it? No! How could she be? Parent's aren't okay with their underage children having sex. But I'm not really underage am I?

"Well… I don't want to be late!" I awkwardly slip out of the front door and sit in my car. I take a deep breath before starting up the car and try to ignore my art studio. I lack inspiration for anything right now; I just want to sit and think which is probably what I shouldn't be doing right now. I throw down the sunglasses as I see Daphne walk to her own car. She would get to see Emmett today; he would surely talk to her today. A sick feeling starts to form and my stomach and I throw it into reverse before she can even make eye contact with me. My mind wonders if maybe she had hooked up with him- she did seem to be with everyone I was with at one point or another.

(Emmett's POV)

I had texted Bay a zillion times. Or not. I had started a zillion texts to Bay and here I was during fourth period lunch still attempting to text her but what do you say to somebody?

Sorry I didn't text you after sex, I'd like to do it again.

Or maybe:

Girl pretty. Me like you. Us Date.

I knew every second was making this whole situation just a little worse but I couldn't help myself; a simple hey was not going to do it for me.

"Hey!" I see a familiar wave in my peripherals, it's Daphne.

I smile back at her and set my phone face down on the table, "Hey!"

"How was your weekend?" She sits down and instantly begins plucking at her grapes.

I throw on my most quizzical look, "OH it was… fine…" My palms grow sweaty; I need to tell her, "Yours?" I try to change the subject.

"It was alright…" She glances over, "I hung out with Noah… is it strange that I still feel guilty for dating him?"

I shake my head, "No… Bay's over it, I think."

"Are you two talking again?" Daphne seems excited.

"We had sex!" I blurt out, "I palm my face, "I mean…"

Her mouth is agape, "You did?"

"It was no big deal…" I cross my arms and try to play it off like it was nothing, "Just thought I would let you know."

"You don't let me know about any of your other hook ups?" The redhead raises an eyebrow, "What is it Emmett?"

"I didn't text her afterwards…" I bury my face, "I feel so guilty."

The girl glances away; her and Bay weren't exactly friends but she should at least know the feeling, "And you're still in love with her?"

Emmett frowns, "I'm not in love with her, we're just friends…"

"Who have sex?" She questions.

"Not even like that! We just… I don't know!" I grab my stuff of the table angrily and storm off. Although this may not be her fault it seems like she's fueling the flame- everybody is fueling the flame including the sun glaring off the screen on my phone that has had Bay's name over it for at least forty eight hours.

Although our school had stayed open it didn't feel like home anymore. My mother was hardly visible with all the new hearing teachers and my desire to be here had deteriorated greatly. I wish Bay was still here; she would still sign, that was the type of girl she was. I slip into the parking lot headed straight for my bike, my mind wandering around what class Bay would be in and how I would make my entrance into Buckner. Then it occurs to me, I don't care; I just need to see her.