"Emma," Simon nudged the girl in the morning and she moaned in her sleep, her face pressing tighter against his chest as he stiffened at the contact between the two of them. The three other boys had managed to walk down into Simon's kitchen where his mother was preparing breakfast and he was sure they were telling her that he had Emma in his bed. They probably wouldn't mention that was she fully clothed either which would make his mother stress. His dad would just sit there and reminisce over the times when he was young and woke up with a new girl every morning.

"You need to wake up. It is nine in the morning," he told her and her eyes opened wide and she moved away from Simon, sitting up and grabbing onto her head.

"You alright?" he checked with her, sitting up slowly and she shook her head.

"I feel terrible," she complained. "My head...shit...how much did I drink last night?"

"I don't actually know," he admitted to her. "You were littered with a large bottle of vodka and so I am guessing that was enough."

"Bloody hell," she moaned, slumping back onto Simon's bed. "Did you tell my dad?"

"Don't be bloody stupid," Simon snorted.

"And so sleeping beauty awakes," a new voice entered the room and Emma saw Will move in with two plates in his hands as he passed one to Simon and he began to eat the bacon sandwich.

"Simon's mother did make you a sandwich," Will informed Emma and she looked at the spare plate, gulping as she did so and shaking her head.

"I don't think my stomach can handle it," she told Will who shrugged and tucked into it.

"Manage to sleep well?" Jay asked and he entered the room, leaning against the chest of drawers as Neil followed with his mouth full of bacon as he did so.

"I did actually," Emma spoke, sitting herself up and pulling her dress down as Jay raised a brow and looked at Simon.

"It didn't have anything to do with the Statue of Liberty sleeping beside you then?" Jay wondered and Neil raised a confused brow.

"I thought Simon slept with her?" he spoke. "And you didn't actually sleep. You passed out."

"But you passed out in a most graceful manner," Will assured her, seeing she was horror struck at what Neil had just said. She had slept with Simon. What did that mean?

"I had best be going," she said, standing quickly and excusing herself from the room as they all looked at her. "My dad will wonder where I am...has anyone seen my bag?"

"Here," Will said and handed her the black clutch as she placed her heels onto the end of her fingertips.

"I'll drive you home if you want?" Simon told her and she shook her head, opening the door and walking backwards.

"It's fine," she promised him. "I need some air anyway...so I will see you...well tomorrow sometime..."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Neil checked with her and she nodded.

"Completely fine," she spoke, turning around and bumping into the doorframe as she did so. She grabbed onto her forehead and stumbled back slightly, keeping her balance as she ran down the stairs.

...

"Emma!" Will called after her as she walked through the suburbs quickly in her bare feet, not daring to walk in the heels after the blister which she could see on her foot.

"Will," she spoke. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought it would be only right to walk you home after you looked flustered earlier," he told her and noted she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"I have nineteen missed calls from my dad. He's going to murder me," she complained and Will nodded once.

"I couldn't agree more," he promised her. "So why did you leave quickly."

"Neil said I slept with Simon," she blurted out the sentence which had been running around her head as she stood still. "What...Will..."

"Ah," Will said simply. "He didn't mean that you had sex with him Emma. He just meant that you shared a bed and you were both fully clothed."

"Oh Christ," Emma muttered, pushing her hair behind her ears. "I didn't think I would have...I just panicked and didn't know what to say..."

"Understandable," Will nodded. "Clearly your feet are going to be in a mess by the time you reach home. I can give you a piggyback if you wish?"

"Seriously?" she checked with him and he nodded once.

"I know it is immature and that our weight does not balance but you do not live miles away." He replied and Emma smiled lightly at him and nodded. He bent over and allowed her to wrap her arms around his neck, her shoes in one hand and her bag in the other before he grabbed her legs and helped her to wrap them around his waist. He began to walk slowly as Emma shook her head in disbelief.

"I cannot believe we are doing this," she complained and Will simply smirked in disbelief.

...

"Emma," Gilbert sighed when he saw his daughter walk into the house. He had been sat in the kitchen, waiting by the phone for her to call and now he was stood in the hallway, his shadow towering over her as she leant against the door.

"Sorry," she offered meekly and Gilbert raised a brow.

"Do you know how worried I was?" he asked her. "I was tempted to call the police if you did not surface in the next hour. Where have you been?"

"I stayed over at Simon's," she muttered, dropping her shoes at the bottom of the stairs as Gilbert raised a brow, waiting for further explanation. "I passed out actually," she assured him more by saying that. "I drank too much and they didn't dare to bring me home in the state I was in and so I just stayed at Simon's."

"And that was all?" Gilbert checked with her and she nodded.

"I would have called but I wasn't in the right state of mind and my phone has died. I am really, really sorry." She told Gilbert, hoping to avoid being berated and he folded his arms, raising a brow at her.

"Do you think the word sorry will stop you from being grounded?"

"Probably not," she whispered.

"Then you would be correct."

...

Jay quickly shut his laptop when he saw Emma walk into the common room on the Monday morning. She had managed to spend her entire Sunday sleeping in her room. Considering being grounded to her room was part of her punishment she enjoyed it on Sunday. But she still looked tired. She had made the minimal effort required for school and had her hair in a messy ponytail on the back of her head as she sat beside Simon on the blue plush seat.

"You look like death warmed up," Will commented and she snorted, yawning once.

"I am completely tried even after sleeping yesterday."

"How was Gilbert?" Simon asked.

"Grounded for a week," she shrugged. "He isn't very strict on parenting."

"That's a lucky escape," Jay whistled lowly. "I would have thought he would have locked you away."

"You are aware that is child abuse?" Will checked with him and Neil frowned.

"But she isn't a child. She's a teenager and Jay's neighbour locked him in his shed," Neil said and Jay quickly shook his head.

"That never happened," he denied.

"Yeah it did," Neil replied "You told me-"

"-Shut up!" Jay snapped and Will shook his head.

"Anyway," he told Emma, "we are trying to reinvent our image so that we aren't sad cases and clubbing came into the equation. What do you think?"

"I think you're not eighteen," Emma said, raising a brow.

"You will easily get in," Jay told her. "You just need to fuck the bouncer."

"No," Emma snapped back at him.

"So are you in?"

"You do know that I will need to sneak out?" she checked with them.

"Oh," Jay squeaked, "sneaking out Emma. How rebellious..."

"Fine," Emma said. "I'm in."

...

"I called shotgun!" Emma snapped at Jay as they stood beside Simon's car. Will and Neil were in the back and waiting for the final person to join them as Emma and Jay continued to argue.

"You're a girl. It doesn't count!" he yelled back at her and she shook her head.

"Then women should be allowed the front seat. It is polite!" she snapped back at him.

"Your place is in the back to suck whoever wants to be sucked off," he replied and Simon leant his head on the wheel in frustration.

"Would you just get in the back Jay!" he yelled.

"Emma did call shotgun," Neil told them and Emma folded her arms, smirking as she did so and Jay shook his head.

"This isn't over," he told her and crawled into the back as Emma put the seat back and took the front seat. Simon noted the way her dress rode up slightly as she crossed her legs and dropped her heels from her feet into his footwell.

"I still cannot believe that you did not realise you could not drive my car," Simon complained to Neil as he began to drive.

"I did think about it," Neil nodded, opening his lager can and drinking some of it.

"I still cannot believe you escaped Gilbert's grasp," Will told Emma and she shrugged.

"I begged him to let me go to Amy's tonight to revise and he agreed," Emma spoke. "I felt bad doing it and lying."

"That's because you're a little bitch," Jay commented and he saw a bus stop come into view and he pushed the back window open. "Watch this," he demanded and pushed his head out the window. "Bus Wankers!" he yelled at the people at the stop and they all burst into laughter apart from one.

"That is completely immature," Emma informed Jay and he shrugged.

"But it was funny."

"It was pointless," she told him. "You do realise that nearly everyone in their lifetime has used a bus."

"Not me," Jay shook his head. "My dad drove me everywhere in the sports car Lewis Hamilton bought him."

"What?" Simon snapped out and Emma banged her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes quickly.

"I can't even be arsed," she informed Jay as they continued the road trip and Neil suddenly burst out;

"I need a piss, pull over Si."

"I can't," Simon said. "Just wait for the next stop."

"I'll do it in my can," he decided and Emma buried her head into her hands, not daring to look at the sight in the back seat but hearing the screams and taking in the smell coming from it.

"Have you pissed in the car?" she screeched out.

"Maybe," Neil muttered.

"It stinks Neil!" Will yelled. "Get rid of it!"

...

"Simon!" Emma snapped at the boy beside her, pointing at the roundabout. "You are going to get stuck going round and round if you don't turn off soon!"

"This is ridiculous!" Jay yelled. "All the muff will have gone when we get there."

"I'm sorry if I have never drove to London before!" Simon yelled back at Jay and finally managed to get onto the right road. "It isn't like any of you are helping me!"

"Hey!" Emma snapped back, holding onto the map tightly as it sat on her lap and she peered over it. "Who had the bright idea to bring a map?"

"I was talking about the sad cases in the back," he told her and Will raised his brows, pushing his glasses onto his nose.

"Emma does take Geography," he pointed out. "We shall leave navigation to her."

"Just because I do Geography it does not mean I know where everywhere in London is," she told them as Neil shook his head.

"I thought that was the point of Geography."

"Here we go again," Jay suddenly piped up and opened his window.

"No!" Simon screeched at him but he had already shouted the two words before the car stopped.

"Why are we stopping?" he asked and noted the red light.

"I tried to tell you!" Simon replied.

"Dear God we're going to die," Will spoke.

"Drive!" Emma commanded Simon.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Shit, they're coming!" Jay exclaimed and Simon turned his car, driving away and then stopping when he saw a concrete slab obstruct his movement anymore.

"Anywhere apart from the pavement," Will muttered as two men approached the vehicle and Emma slumped down in her seat as they moved to Simon's window and grabbed onto his collar.

"I'm a bus wanker am I?" he checked with Simon. "Is that what I am?"

"Sorry," Simon said quickly and Emma leant across, seeing that Simon was visibly scared.

"He's sorry, they didn't mean it, he's sorry," she told the man as Simon continued to shout sorry and he then rolled his window up slowly as the men laughed and retreated away from the car.

"You shit yourself, didn't you?" Jay laughed and Emma turned around to glare at him.

"Says you," she retorted, "you cowered into your seat too!"

"Sorry," he mocked in a high pitched voice. "Sorry...sorry...so sorry that I'm alive and a little suck up...so sorry that I'm alive and a bender..."

"Shut up!" Simon yelled out hastily.

"Sorry Si," Neil replied and Jay laughed loudly before Simon drove off.

...

"I still don't know if I should be parked there," Simon spoke as they reached the club and Emma nodded in agreement.

"They will clamp you," she warned him and Will shook his head.

"No they won't. They can't do that," he spoke as he looked into the queue. "It is too late now anyway."

"Carli!" Simon suddenly shouted as he stopped by the queue and Emma froze in her tracks. He hadn't mentioned Carli being here. Maybe he didn't know she would be.

"So you made it?" she checked with him.

"Yeah...why? Did you not want me to come?" he asked quickly as Will began to speak to another girl and Jay saw Emma's dejected look on her face as he grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her into the queue beside him and Neil. The line of people slowly began to descend and Emma was the first one into the club. Once inside, she turned to see where they all were but they were nowhere to be seen. She was in a club by herself.

"Emma," Carli's voice spoke out and she looked at the girl. Carli always looked so beautiful with her flowing blonde hair and her stylish taste in fashion. And then Emma felt dejected. She was nowhere near as popular as Carli and her brown hair would be matted to her face in the next ten minutes due to the heat of the club. Suddenly, Emma felt inferior as Carli stood next to her. She had even bought a new playsuit which contained black shorts and a sheer red flowered top for tonight and she had managed to stumble to the club in her nude pink heels. But Carli had Simon falling over her.

"You can come with us if they don't get in," she told the girl and Emma nodded once, smiling as she looked to the floor and followed Carli to the bar along with her friend. It took another five minutes before the four of them appeared and by that time Carli had found someone called Adam and her friend had gone off with Dean.

"You need to stop moping after him," Jay told Emma as he stood beside her in the club, his words moving into her ears as she held onto her vodka and coke.

"What are you talking about?" she wondered as they saw Neil move off into the toilets and Jay placed his order quickly for a beer.

"I see the way you look at Simon," he told her with a nod. "He's interested in Carli. You will always be second best."

"You're talking crap," she snorted and downed her drink, ordering another one as Jay shook his head.

"I'm just telling you how it is," he informed her. "Look...you're not a bad looking girl Emma...you're smart too...but...maybe Simon doesn't deserve to be with you..."

"I don't care Jay," she assured him. "I know how he feels about Carli."

"He's an idiot though," Jay told her and shook his head and she looked at him.

"Do you feel like dancing?" she asked him and he shrugged.

"My moves will leave you for dead," he promised her and she laughed, grabbing his free hand and they moved onto the dance floor together.

"I seriously do not think your moves are leaving me for dead," she laughed and Jay grinned, grabbing onto her hand and twirling her under his arm and she laughed hysterically, drinking more of her drink as Jay smiled widely at her.

"Well I have to be on my best behaviour to keep up with you," he grinned back at her and she smirked.

"Do you want another drink?" she asked him and began to move to the bar.

"You should go steady," he simply told her.

"Why?" she wondered. "I know my limits."

...

Clearly Emma didn't know her limits as half an hour later she was completely out of her face. Jay had stuck by her side, making sure no one made a move on her as his arm stayed around her waist and he held her by his side in the corner of the club. And then she did something completely unexpected. but it wasn't really. Jay had been so nice to her that night and had made her feel as if she was worth something. She moved her hands onto Jay's cheeks and pressed her lips tightly against his. Jay was shocked at first. He wondered what she was doing as he moved his arms around her waist, pressing her tighter to him before she pulled away and giggled.

"You're...really...good Jaysta...as in proper not bad..." she informed him and he shook his head.

"What are you doing Emma?" he wondered and she shrugged, tilting her hair back along with her head as she wrapped her arms around Jay's neck.

"I thought it was...supercalifradg...what's the song...it is from Harry Poppin..."

"Marry Poppins," he corrected her. "And it was but that doesn't answer my question."

"Question? Answer. Tell me what you think about that!" Emma laughed loudly and then gulped loudly as she backed away from Jay, coughing loudly and Jay shook his head.

"Bathroom!" he demanded from her but it was too late. Emma threw up in the club.

...

"So you were kicked out for wanking and she was kicked out for throwing up?" Will checked as Jay held onto Emma as she laughed. She was in the very drunken stage which was close to passing out and she couldn't keep her hands off of Jay. Simon looked at the way she was kissing his cheek and neck and he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"I was not wanking," Neil snapped quickly.

"So all in all this has been a crap night?" Simon checked and they began to walk back to the car.

"Speak for yourself," Jay muttered.

"Oh that's right," Simon snapped as he unlocked his car. "I didn't realise you were so into her."

"Don't cry Simon," Jay rolled his eyes as he pushed the seat back and helped Emma to lay on the back seat, her dress riding up.

"All I am saying is," Simon drawled, "you have not seemed interested in her before she started to drape all over you because of alcohol and you being nice to her."

"Well someone has to be nice."

"And you seriously think that is you?" Simon snapped and then he saw the wheel was clamped.

"Crap," Neil complained.

Before Simon and Jay could continue to argue there was a man who emerged and yelled at them for parking where they were. They all jumped into the car and shut the doors as the man shook the bonnet. Jay rested Emma against his side as she sat up in the middle seat and her head lolled against his shoulder. Finally they decided on repaying the man when they returned home and he took their number to make sure they did just that.

"Jay," Emma moaned, her arm moving over his waist as she held him tightly. "I feel sick."

"Maybe you should pull over," Will suggested and Simon continued glaring at the road ahead.

"You do know that she will regret what she did with you, don't you?" he checked with Jay who rolled his eyes. Simon didn't pull over and instead he continued to drive quickly down the dark motorway.

"Why would she?" Jay snapped. "She said she enjoyed it. And if I don't know any better than I would say you're jealous."

"Shut up," Simon replied. "She enjoyed it because she was drunk. You shouldn't have taken advantage of her situation."

"She kissed me!" Jay snapped. "I don't know why you're so bothered. You're too busy drooling over Carli to care about Emma."

"I do not drool over Carli," Simon replied.

"Let's just admit it," Jay snapped as Emma snorted once. "You are just jealous that you weren't me two hours ago."

But before anyone could say anything Emma was sick again.

"Jesus Christ!" Will yelled out as her sick fell onto Jay's lap and he cringed away from her as he helped her to sit up again and Simon grinned at what had happened.

"She's not a classy bird, is she?" Neil simply spoke.

...

A/N: So I am back with another chapter! Hope you are all sticking with me and I would love to know what you think! Certainly going to be some awkward situations in the future, huh?