This chapter is totally and completely in Emmett's point of view. And also, I'd like to clear up one thing.

As I reread my chapter with my "editor" (also known as my boyfriend), It did seem a bit like Emmett and Alli's sex was not consensual, but it was.

Anywhoo, enjoy.

Allison was the only thing on my mind for the whole half a day of school that I attended. I could tell from the way she ran out of there this morning, she needed an explanation. Not only did she deserve an explanation, but more, much much more.

I don't think I've gotten up any faster as the dismissal bell rang, pulling my book bag over my shoulder and ignoring everyone as I made my way to Alli's locker. She probably thought I forgot her routine, but I still chuckle about it every night before I go to bed.

There she was standing at her locker. Her beautiful blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and I walked over to her locker, placing a hand on each side of her. "Alli?" I whispered. She turned around and looked at me and I began whispering, "I'm sorry for last night.. I didn't think you were all that drunk and you said yes. I didn't think anything of it."

It took her a while to respond to me, and I didn't know how to react to that. As I waited for some kind of response, I shifted my weight on my feet, following her gaze as she looked –what seemed like- everywhere but me.

"Emmett," She began, closing her locker and leaning against it. How I wish I was that locker door right now. Honestly, last night was amazing..even though she probably didn't remember any of it. I sort of just missed holding her, kissing her forehead while she slept. I missed her.

"Well, for one, thanks for at least giving me an explanation, but," She paused briefly, and I searched her eyes to try and find what might come next.

"But?" I thought leaning in closer would bring the words out of her mouth faster.

"But, I have to go, I'm sorry." She laughed and walked away from me. Walking away from me seemed like such a commonly occurring thing for her these days. I bite my lip to control my anger, resisting the urge to punch anything; anybody.

Sighing, I walked out the doors of Forks High, ready to start my weekend. Same old, same old. Partying, drinking, and maybe even a new girl. But, none of that could compare to just spending time with Allison. Even if it was just sitting around her house with her family, watching stupid movies.

"Hey, bro," Kyle walked over and clamped his hand down on my shoulder. " There's a party at Sasha's house tonight after the game. I think it's necessary since that little talk you and Allison just had. You look down, bro."

I quickly shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "I'll think about it, we need to win this game first. Then, we'll talk about celebration." I shot him a look over my shoulder, before slamming my Jeep door shut, and starting the ignition.

Immediately, the radio was blasting, not like I paid attention to music anymore. It just reminded me of her. She couldn't function without music for longer than absolutely necessary.

There she was, across the parking lot with Emma and Steven, laughing and talking like everything was fine. But, I could see through that. And that's why it bothered me so much when she just walked away from me like that. It's not like I expected her to come running back into my arms, but at least a little more than two sentences would be nice.

As I drove home, I thought about everything that's happened in the past month. The cheating, the lies, the arguments, the breakup and how all of that shit could have been prevented.

I probably looked insane to passer bys as I gripped and un-gripped my steering wheel, gritting my teeth together. This light, which was conveniently placed at the intersection right in front of Alli's community, seemed to take the longest. It was Friday, and these were the days I'd usually drop her off at Dance and Steven would pick Emma and her up, and bring them to the game. They might

I missed those Fridays.

-SYH-

The crowd goes wild.

Yeah, that's me. Emmett McCarty, the guy who always scores the last few points. The reason our team is still on a win streak.

As I ran off the field, and pulled off my helmet, shagging out my hair, I noticed Alli and Emma, looking all school spirit-y as usual. It was the first time since the break up she's been out to one of the games; I'm surprised I wasn't looking for her the whole game.

After a quick shower in the locker room, a few congratulatory words from my coach, and glares from Jordan, I began to walk towards the Jeep. Of course, the parking lot was filled with the usual groupies, mostly freshman and sophomores, but I wasn't expecting the Three Musketeers to still be there, and they were now joined by Jordan.

Jordan had a protective arm thrown across Alli's shoulders as they all talked and laughed. Was I really that bad of a person? We break up and now it seems like her whole family hates my guts. As I studied them closer, I could now understand why Steven and Jordan looked so protective.

They were wearing matching green sports bras, and white sofees, covered in green, black, and white body paint.

I couldn't help myself from walking over there, forgetting all my intentions for the night. I just wanted to be near her again. As I made my way over to Allison. Her musical laugh was literally dragging me towards her, like a steel rope. At this moment, nothing in this world meant more to me than she did. I wanted to show her that.

"Hey, dude. Where do you think you're going?" Jared stopped me abruptly, raising a brow. No one on the team quite understood my love for Alli, or love period.

"Ah," I shook my head, chuckling slightly. "Nothing, nothing man. I was just wondering if Jordan was gonna catch up with us or not. He looks rather..occupied." I trailed off, turning on my heels, walking back in my original path. Home sounded great right now, but I had to go to that party; I knew Alli would be there.

I wouldn't call this an obsession.

I was just in love.

Still in love.

How could she not see that?

I wasn't leaving her alone tonight, until she sees it.

Yes? No? Maybe so? HELL NO? What I'm thinking. Aha. Feedback is lovely. So very lovely.