Emma stayed over at Simon's that night. She couldn't go back home for Gilbert would have been fully aware of where she had been and who she had been with and that what she had told him was a lie. She had basically passed out on the ride home and it was only one in the morning when he deposited her onto his bed. She had passed out by Jay's side and every time Simon had looked in his rear view mirror he had to put up with Jay's triumphant look on his face, smirking as his hand held onto Emma's. The only thing which cheered Simon up slightly was the fact he was covered in her sick. He had dropped Jay off at his home first so that he could get him out the car and then he dropped Will and Neil off. Once he pulled up into his driveway he let his window stay open to clear the smell of sick. He also hoped someone would steal his car. He pulled Emma's overnight bag from his boot and slung it over his shoulder, finally going to help her from his car.

...

Simon had barely said anything to Emma the following morning. He had set an alarm for half past five so she could leave and be back to Gilbert before he awoke and then she would claim to have left her friend's house early. Simon drove her back to her house, his eyes focused on the road ahead as she looked into her lap.

"You're clearly pissed off with me," she told him in a small whisper and he snorted loudly once. He hadn't gelled his hair due to his lack of time to change and he shook his head, unable to believe she had pointed out the obvious. "What happened?"

"Nothing," he shook his head. "Although you may want to be careful as to what you say around Jay."

"Why?" Emma wondered in a quiet voice as she finally looked across to Simon who was focusing on the road and doing anything he could to stop looking at her as he sighed once, pinching the bridge of his nose and changing gear.

"You snogged him Emma," Simon said. "You were all over him last night. You were drunk and he was sober but he didn't take that into account. He also didn't notice you threw up all over him."

"What?" Emma snapped out loud. "I...Jay..."

"Yeah," Simon nodded once. "I told him it probably didn't mean anything but you know what he is like. He thinks you're into him, which is ludicrous, right?"

"I snogged Jay," she simply whispered. "I snogged Jay. I didn't do anything else, did I?"

"Well if you ask Jay he would say that you have him a blowy on the dance floor," Simon spoke and Emma shook her head. "But because it is you I don't think he would have lied about that."

"No," Emma agreed. "I don't think he would lie. What am I going to do when I see him Si?"

"Tell him that you were drunk and didn't mean it?" Simon suggested to her and she looked at him again and then back out of her window.

"They sometimes say the truth comes out when you're drunk," Emma murmured.

"And so does a lot of other bullshit," Simon snapped.

"You don't need to yell at me," Emma replied in a hiss and Simon shook his head, pulling over to the side of the road and stopping the car, looking at Emma.

"I'm not yelling," he spoke. "I am saying that you were drunk and confused and you need to tell Jay that before it gets too far."

"Why are you even bothered?" Emma wondered. "You have been chasing Carli around for most of your life and you're still not getting anywhere. Do you honestly think I am going to take relationship advice from you?"

"That's the point!" Simon exclaimed, banging his head against his steering wheel in frustration. "None of this is to do with relationships! It is to do with the fact that you were drunk and when that happens you seem to give it up to the nearest person available!"

Emma glared at Simon after he had spoken and he looked at her too, a mixture of anger and hurt on her face as she grabbed onto her bag and climbed from his car, walking along the pavement. She had left her heels and overnight bag and even then she still wore her playsuit from last night as he crawled alongside her.

"I'm sorry," he said after he had managed to roll the window down. "I didn't mean it Emma."

"You knew what you were saying," she snapped at him and Simon rolled his eyes.

"Would you just get into the car?" he pleaded. "I could be done for curb crawling."

"Then why don't you just go away?" she suggested, not looking at him as she walked ahead.

"Because I can't leave you by yourself out here," he replied with haste. "Just get back in and we can talk about it."

"I don't want to," she pouted like a little child and Simon banged on the steering wheel in annoyance. "You made your feelings perfectly clear and so here are mine Simon."

She finally stopped and looked at him as he stopped driving, pulling up his handbrake as she narrowed her eyes.

"You're going after Carli and she doesn't even want you. She has found multiple other people who she would rather date and yet you still don't get the message! All you do is sit around and mope after her when you could be out there and looking for someone else. Do you want to know the annoying part? We all have to sit around and listen to you and I'm fed up with it. I'm fed up with you not realising that she doesn't want you and you don't even know what you had!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Simon hissed at Emma. "What did I even have?"

"You could have had me Simon," Emma replied, standing up and flapping her arms by her side. "I...Simon...I used to like you...but then last night...you had planned to meet Carli there and she doesn't even know how good you can sometimes be when you're not being an arsehole. With you I don't understand."

"Emma-"

"-Don't bother," she shook her head. "I know how you feel and I've moved on, okay?"

...

As soon as Jay opened the door to his house he blinked quickly as he saw Emma stood there. It was mid afternoon and his parents had gone out to the pub with some friends which left him home alone.

"Emma," he spoke and she managed a small smile at him as he allowed her to enter the house. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine actually," she nodded. "I'm sorry for throwing up on you."

"It's fine," he said, rocking back and forth on his heels as he pointed up the stairs. "Do you want to come to my room?"

"Whatever," she shrugged, stuffing her hands into her jeans pockets and she followed him up to the messy area he called his personal home. He pushed stuff from the bed and allowed her to sit down as he sat beside her and she looked into her lap and he wondered what she was thinking.

"Simon told me what happened last night," she spoke eventually.

"Oh," Jay replied and he nodded. "Well it was good-"

"-I was drunk," Emma interrupted him harshly so that he couldn't continue with his praises. "I was drunk and you were kind. I don't want it to ruin our friendship Jay."

"So what are you saying?" Jay asked, boldly allowing his hand to push her hair behind her ear.

"I'm saying that we should forget about it," she said. "I don't want it to be awkward."

"Fine," Jay shrugged. "I mean...it's cool."

"It is?" she checked with him and he nodded once, pouting as he shrugged.

"I mean it was one kiss Emma. You don't need to be so menstrual about it." He said and she shook her head.

"I'm not," she spoke and stood up, managing a small smile.

"It wasn't really that good anyway considering your mouth stunk of alcohol," he responded to her. "I've had better."

"Of course," she chuckled and moved over to his door.

"Your tits were good though. And I won't forget the blowjob," he winked and she rolled her eyes.

"I'll see you later Jay."

Jay heard her leave the house and he remained on his bed, wondering what was even going through her head. He wasn't going to let her bother him. There was plenty more clunge in the sea.

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A/N: Just a little chapter which doesn't follow the series. Hope it was okay though. Let me know what you think will happen and please review!