Kelly's eye were practically burning holes into his girlfriend, demanding that she answer why she was all cutesy with some other guy. She had been unknowingly avoiding him all day, and now, now he just wanted answers. Emma looked down at her feet, trying to figure out what to say. Honestly, she wanted to yell that he was over reacting, and that Chester was just a friend, but for some reason, she didn't. She stared back up at him, and spoke clearly.
"Chester's just a friend. And so is Peter."
Kelly's eyes widened before they reverted back into their glare. Peter?! So there was another. He was furious. "Emma, what the fuck are you talking about?!" Emma sighed, and explained, from the beginning. She looked at him, taking a breathe after her story had finished. He looked at her, dumbfounded. "So you talked to your ex boyfriend, and didn't tell me? And you spent all day, trying to look hot, for him?" He was worse then angry, worse then furious, her was … Emma didn't know, all she knew was that she didn't like it.
He was about to yell at her, and unleash his fury, but she raised her hand, and stopped him before he could. She looked up at him, eyes steady. "Maybe, we should break up now." She was confident, her words showed no signs of regret or remorse. Kelly glared at her, before shaking his head and storming off. She sighed, before turning back to her two friends, smiling once again. Somehow, she didn't seem to mind that she crushed the boy that two weeks earlier had been her one and only.
Chester looked at Manny for a moment, unsure of what to do, before once again embracing Emma. He was about to say something before the bus pulled up, opening its door right next to them. He released her from his hold and wrote something down quickly, handing it to the blonde. "Call me next time your free, okay Emmaline?" Emma nodded and smiled at her old nickname. She watched as the bus pulled out and left before returning to Manny, all smiles.
"Wow, not even five seconds single and you have already moved on." Manny looked over at her friend, happy to see her happy. "Well, do you want to stay out and do something, or go back inside; it's been a pretty hectic hour you know?" Emma laughed, looking over at her friend, before agreeing to go out again. Wrapping their arms around each other, they made their way to Emma's car.
They didn't party to long; Emma smiled and flirted, making sure that every guy there was positive that she was now single. Manny did the same, expect her approach was a lot more physical then Emma's was. Manny got drunk quickly, while Emma made sure to keep a clear, not wanting to ruin whatever tomorrow was going to be with a hangover. They left at 11, before Manny had decided to go into a room with an anonymous stranger. She was one hell of a drunk.
Emma sat up that night, anxious for the upcoming day, to see Peter, and to talk to Chester. Never before had she felt so good about breaking up with someone. It was like she closed one door and two more opened. She giggled and turned around in her bed, mentally preparing herself for the stress of the upcoming day. For the first time in about two months, Emma slept with a small smile on her face.
The two girls awoke to the sound of a blaring alarm clock. Once again Liberty had beaten the alarm, and managed to get ready, and leave there dorm without it going off. One annoying habit the two friends thought they all could live without. Manny growled, placing her pillow over her head, hoping that the noise would stop quickly. Emma flipped off the bed and hit the alarm, praying that she had hit the off, rather then snooze. She slowly made her way towards her hung-over friend, rubbing the girls back. Manny looked up at her with big brown eyes, as if to say, what happened to me last night? Emma opened her mouth to explain, but Manny was up and to the waste basket.
Emma sighed, rolling her eyes at her friend, and made her way to her closet, pulling out her outfit she was going to wear for Peter. She turned back to her friend, seeing that she was now cradling the basket between her legs. She giggled softly and pulled her friends hair back, knowing the second wave of nausea was coming soon. Emma sat bored as her friend threw up; this was not the way she had envisioned this morning. She had planned to spend hours on her look, curling her hair, and putting on makeup.
The blonde held the brunettes long hair for the next hour, until she was certain all the contents of her friend bowels had been emptied. She gathered up her tired friend in her arms and carried her to the bathroom, shoving her into the shower, turning it on. Her friend's eyes snapped open when her body was hit with the cold water. She quickly sobered up and screamed, bursting past Emma, soaked. Emma laughed; her friend never had horrid hangovers, at least, not too horrid.
Emma sighed, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, trying to assess what should be done before she saw Peter in 3 hours. She sighed, and acknowledged the fact that she needed a lot of work. "Good thing you started the shower," Her best friend yelled from the other room, before entering, and changing into dry clothing. "Know you can shower, and then I can work on you. We only have a couple of hours." Manny left the room after she was threw changing, and Emma groaned, and stripped, stepping into the shower. She was in for quite a day.