SARA POV

In the morning, the first think I did was call Emy to tell her what had happened but she didn't answer. Right when I was about to leave from work, I called her again, from my office phone.

"Hello?" Answered an unfamiliar voice

"Uh hi…Who is this?"

"Kaki, who is this?" Kaki? Do I have the right number?

"Kaki who? Is this Emy's phone?"

"Yes, this is Emy's phone. And I'm Kaki, Emy's girlfriend…I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name,"

My insides froze and dropped to the pit of my stomach. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind. I had no idea what to say. How could Emy do this to me?

"Hello? You still there?" "Babe, who are you talking to? Why do you have my phone…." I heard Emy's voice through the line,

"Uh I don't know, I think it's for you though," I heard the rattling on the other end which signaled kaki was handing Emy the phone

"Hello?"

"You told me you- you said you loved me, I can't believe you would do something like this to me-or anyone even. Does Kaki know? Emy I can't- I can't deal with this. Don't bother trying to come up with an explanation, I'm done. Goodbye Emy," I hung up the phone before she even had time to say anything.

I rushed out of the building and ran my way to my car. I'm not really a crier, okay, that's a total lie. I cry all the time, but not audibly. I always make sure I'm silent, but right now as I'm driving my way home, I could care less that the cars next to me could probably hear my wails through the window when I'm stopped by a red light.

When I get to my apartment building, it's dark out, it's not nighttime, it's dark from the clouds that are threatening a monstrous storm. Perfect weather for how I'm feeling. I stripped off my clothes and threw on a giant T-shirt, leaving me only in the shirt, underwear and socks. I drag my way to the bed and think of all the bad things Emy's done to me, to sort of make me feel 'better' about my ended relationship, but I can't find any. Emy was damn near perfect. With that in mind all I could do is wail into my pillow. I need Tegan; I really need her right now, more than anything. Screw Emy.

TEGAN POV

I pulled my eyes open but quickly shut them from the light that hissed into my skull, all with a load groan. I didn't want to get up, but I did any way. I'm sick of being lazy. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and slowly brought my feet to the ground and lifted myself upward, but found it hard to stand up straight and hunched over, while curling my arm around my stomach to try to hold in the nausea that was burning up my throat. I sprinted to the bathroom, and as I gripped the toilet seat, I cursed myself for not having anything to puke up in my stomach. After dry heaving for an unknown amount of time I dashed back to my kitchen and shoved anything down my throat. I so desperately need to throw up, or else I won't feel better. I'd only scarfed down half an un-toasted bagel and immediately felt it coming back up, and once again my face was buried inside the bowl of the toilet, only this time I wasn't dry heaving. The thought that my body couldn't even hold half a bagel scared me, as much as I wanted to puke, I was terrified. This has happened before, but I know the cause of my illness right now was from a nasty hangover, but every other time I'd eaten I couldn't hold it down. The only thing I could stomach was liquid.

After brushing my teeth four times, using mouthwash 3 times, and showered once, I was already exhausted. It was around 9pm when I got a call from an already drunk Johnny.

"Teeeeegan! C'mon down to Fringe. We're in the VIP lounge!"

"Ughhh Johnny I really don't feel like it, I'm kinda hungover,"

"But Tegan! I miss you soo much! Come have fun with us….I dare you."

Dammit! Johnny knows I can never say no to a dare. He learnt this when I was once dared to lick body shots off of him by my lady of that night.

"Damn you Johnny, you're always going to get me with that, are you?"

"Haha Yup. I'll be waiting outside the door, so hurry up!"

Since I was showered, all I had to do was pull on a pair of pants and I was out my door. I didn't bother driving since it was only a block away, even if it was raining just ten minutes ago.

I saw Johnny taking a drag from a cigarette from someone amongst the long, long line of people that were waiting to get in. He immediately noticed me grabbed me by the waist and picked me up.

"TEGAN! YOU'RE HERE!" He slurred. He was drunker than I thought

"I am! Now put me down Johnny," I'm sure we looked awkward, and how he was squeezing me made me feel uneasy.

"What's the matter? Feeling down? I can pick your mood up!" When he said pick he literally picked me up and threw me over his shoulder

"Johnny!" I wailed, now I really felt sick, but I was also giggling, even though my face was near his butt and mine was surely in his face. I wanted to flail my legs but I didn't want to kick him in the face.

"Let us through, Jason?" He asked the bouncer I couldn't see.

"Sure thing, have fun…" Johnny pushed past the red rope into the club. When Johnny walked forward I could now see the bouncer, who was smiling at me and then winked. Ew.

"Johnny if you drop me I swear to God…" I squealed as he walked me up the steps. I'm sure we look like idiots.

"Drop you? Naw, I wouldn't do that." We stopped at the top and he smacked my bum before putting me down,

"Sorry, it was in my face and I couldn't resist,"

I gave him a playful dirty look, and then looked at my surroundings. This club was really cool, especially up here. There was a crowd of fancy looking people and an exclusive bar.

Johnny led me to his group of friends, some of them I recognized, and some I didn't, sitting in a red velvet booth.

"What do you want to drink?" He asked in my ear. It was hard to hear over the dubstep music

"I'm not drinking," I replied back.

"What!? No way, I'm getting you a drink, just a tiny one," and before I could oblige, he disappeared into the crowd, and I was left with his group of friends. I sat down and introduced myself to the ones I didn't know, and chit chatted with the ones I did know. Johnny was taking a long time…

"So, you know that Johnny has the hots for you, right?" the acquaintance told me.

"What!? No, I know he doesn't. And besides, I'm gay,"

"I know, but that won't stop him,"

I sat there baffled and spotted Johnny making his way through the crowd holding a tall glass with something yellow in it, and a shot glass, with something green in it.

"Here, don't ask, just drink." He told me, and I was hesitant to put my lips on the rim of the drink before knocking it back. It was a shot, after all

"Euch! Tequila? I though you said you'd bring me a small drink,"

"It was small!"

"Yeah, but it's the most deadly!"

"So what, C'mon, let's dance!" Feeling buzzed already, I bounced my way through the crowd to the even bigger crowd at the dance floor and was actually having a good time watching Johnny drunkenly sway with me. That is, until he grabbed me by the waist, pushed my body up against him and pressed his lips up against mine before slipping his tongue between my teeth. I didn't believe the metrosexual guy at the table when he told me Johnny liked me, but now I know he wasn't lying.

As much as I didn't want to be kissing him, I kissed back, deciding it was easier to go with the flow rather than reject him and most likely pissing him off, or worse, making him sad. He probably won't even remember this anyway.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, giving me the excuse to pull away from the suction of his mouth and pulled it out of my pocket. Sara, the screen read. I knew something was up, Sara never calls me. Especially this late.