The Bend and Snap
Elle marched into the room and commanded the attention of the group. She dropped her folder on the floor and then, for some reason, Emmett's brain went fuzzy.
"See?" She exclaimed. Emmett still had no idea what she just did, but he did notice that every man in the room was looking at her, including his boss. "Nicos couldn't have had an affair with Brooke. I just did the Bend and Snap and nothing. Clearly he's gay." She explained and Emmett's eyes went wide. If she was right about this, then they just destroyed the motive of the prosecution.
"Elle, you can't base a defense on the bend and snap." He heard Warner sigh. His full attention was still on Elle. Whatever the bend and snap was, he liked it.
The bend and snap… Emmett thought. I like it.
But Callahan wasn't completely sold either way. Which was a problem, as he was the lead for the defense. She was trying so hard to sell her point that Emmett took a closer look at Nicos.
"Look at his coiffed and crispy locks!" Emmet tried to help Elle. No man that he knew had hair that nice. No person besides Elle had hair that nice. Emmett was sold.
But now there was a debate going on if Nicos was gay or European. At one point the group turned to Warner, who was slightly offended by the suggestion. While the group was debating, Emmett turned to Elle. "Are you absolutely sure about this, Elle?"
"I am sure. I am one hundred percent positive."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. As serious as this trial. As serious as my hair. As serious as our friendship!"
"Do you have any other proof?"
"No. But I'm so sure about it. I know I'm right."
They looked over to see him flirting with the bailiff. Elle is right! He tried to cover it up with kissing the hand of the stenographer, but it was too late, Emmett knew Elle was spot on. If he resisted Elle's bend and snap he would have to be gay.
So he took a shot in the dark, and he hit a bulls-eye. Elle was right and now, in Callahan's office, he was being given all the credit. But it wasn't his credit to take so he shared it with the woman he know deserved it the most: Elle.
She was perfect. And at this point, he only wanted to tell her he loved her. So he planned to do just that. He went to her dorm room and waited, confident that he could tell her that he had loved her since Christmas, probably even longer. And even if she said she didn't love him like he loved her he would be okay. He would have told her.
She would know he loved he loved her, and he always would.