Emma woke up the next morning to the sound of "Love to Love Her" by R5 playing. She blinked a few times and readjusted her head to see where the song was coming from. Ross was sitting in a comfy-looking chair a few feet away from her bed, still asleep, his cell phone playing the ringtone. Emma looked at him for a minute, paying attention to the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed. Just a second later, he moved slightly and squeezed his eyelids shut before blinking a few times. He looked at Emma, who was still look back at him. She felt her face grow warm. "Uh... morning." She said, embarrassed that he could probably tell she had just been watching him. He smiled and laughed lightly. "Morning. Sorry, hope this didn't wake you up." He reached for his cell phone out of his pocket. Emma knew that his phone had woken her up, but she just smiled and shook her head. As Ross checked his phone, Emma realized that she was still laying down on her bed. She quickly sat up, maybe a little too quickly, because she almost fell off the side of her bead. She immediately backed up and sat up again, hoping Ross hadn't noticed how silly she probably looked. Emma looked down and realized a few of the covers from the bed over her legs. 'Wait, does this mean Ross pulled these over me last night?' Emma began to wonder, face turning pink at the thought of Ross picking her up and managing to lay her under the bed covers. She felt nervous when she thought of him touching her, but it wasn't the same way she had felt the night before; when Andrew had his hands on her waist. Emma felt her body grow tense as she thought of the night before. She didn't want to think about it.

"Shoot." Ross commented. "I completely forgot. R5 has rehearsal this morning. Riker just texted me." He read another new text message, another one from Riker. He was quiet for a second, then read it aloud. "'I'll pick you up in fifteen. Pretty sure I know where you are'..." He rubbed his face with one hand nervously. "Oh my gosh, he's going to kill me." Emma immediately felt awful. "Ross, this is all my fault. Look, I can apologize to Riker or-" "No, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault. I'll just explain what happened to Riker." Ross told Emma, looking up at her. "Hopefully he'll understand." He tried to smile, and Emma did the same.

Ross stood up. "How are your wrists?" he asked, sitting beside her and taking her arms. He was gentle when he touched her. Emma preferred it far more than Andrew, the boy who had grabbed her wrists. 'Stop thinking about him.' Emma had to think to herself again, frowning. "Wow, they're healing up pretty quick. That's good." He told her, examining the small cuts remaining on her arms. Emma smiled, then remembered Ross's cut above his eye from the night before. She looked up at his face, then nudged his bangs away from where he had been hit by Andrew. The cut was already healing significantly, and Emma couldn't help but sigh in relief. "Your cut looks like it's healing fast. Thank goodness." She told him, a small smile on her face. Ross smiled back. Their eyes met for a split second before Emma realized her hand was still touching Ross's face, and she immediately took her hand back. "Umm..." Emma started. She had to tell Ross something. "I should tell you why I wanted to go to that party last night." As much as Emma wished she could just never think about Jackson again, she knew this wasn't a situation she could get rid of. She continued, looking down at the floor and felling Ross's eyes on her. "Jackson texted me last night. He told me..." she breathed in slowly. "He told me that he was sorry, and asked me if I would go out with him again." She felt a big mix of sadness, anger, and confusion as for what she should do. She looked at Ross, who was now looking at the floor. "What... did you say to him?" Emma couldn't read Ross. He looked as if he thought that Emma had said yes to him. But she hadn't... yet. "I haven't texted him back yet. I guess I'm... not so sure what I want my answer to be..." She almost couldn't believe herself. Emma, while feeling absolutely devastated after breaking up with Jackson, was still possibly considering taking him back. "I know that getting back together with Jackson sounds like a really bad idea and everything. But... everyone deserves a second chance, right?" Now Ross looked Emma in the eyes. "Emma, if we're being honest right now, I didn't read you all of your friend's text message the other day." Emma was confused. "What... are you talking about?" "She went on to say that Jackson had hit on her when you weren't around. Don't worry though, she still thinks he's just as much of a jerk as I think he is." Emma felt her stomach drop; Jackson had hit on her best friend? It could have been any other girl, but he had to pick Jen? Emma considered then that Jen was probably not the only girl Jackson had hit on while they had been dating, which made her feel worse yet. "Look Emma, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I just wanted to tell you now..." Emma felt Ross's fingers softly touch her hand. "because I think you deserve so much better than everything that he put you through."

Emma wasn't sure what to say. 'Is he right?' Emma thought. 'Do I really deserve better than Jackson?' Emma remained quiet for a minute, looking down at Ross's fingers, still touching her own. "Your hands are cold, by the way." Ross joked, and Emma started to laugh. She smiled at Ross. She liked the way he could still make light of situations like this. Emma considered for a moment telling Ross about how she had overheard him call her "okay"-looking a couple of days before, but decided there had probably already been enough honesty between them for one morning. "Don't you have an R5 rehearsal to get to or something?" Emma joked back. Ross smiled in return. "Oh, I guess so." He stood up and headed for the door, but not before turning around and saying, "Promise me you'll think about what I said though, okay?" Emma tried to smile and nodded. Jackson had never made her feel like she actually mattered before. At least not like how Ross had made her feel when he said that she deserved better. Once Ross left, Emma made up her mind. She pulled out her phone and began typing up a text saying, Thanks, but she was no longer interested.