A/N: A belated Christmas gift on my behalf. Hope you like this chapter.
To: jerry. knight at gmail. com
From: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
Time Sent: Fri, May 4, 2010 at 8:56 pm
Subject: Re - Are you okay?
Sorry for the delay in replying; I only checked my email now.
I don't mind talking about it – there's nothing to talk about. I'm okay – really. I never really liked him; truly. Pick up your jaw right now, Knight.
I feel like I owe you some sort of explanation, but it kind of sucks to have to make myself look like even more of a vapid, shallow, blind fool in front of you after the Shy Girl fiasco.
The thing is, he was Frank Churchill – you know, popular, good-looking, rich, and to top it off, the guy I had one of those 'across the cafeteria, never gonna happen, but what if' crushes on in the eighth grade. I mean, of course I was over that – it was never a big deal, and it's been four years, after all. But it was still flattering that he was flirting with me, even if I knew it wasn't really supposed to mean anything. Which is why I flirted back.
Yeah, it was a vanity thing. Just like it apparently always is. So while the news of his secret tryst is a little embarrassing considering how I behaved towards him, I am not heartbroken. Not in the least. Probably should have seen it coming though – I can't believe I was giving him and his girlfriend advice through Ask Amy and I still didn't make the connection.
So... tell me I'm a spoiled brat, tell me it's typical of me, tell me I need to grow up, but please, Knight– tell me I'm still your friend.
To: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
From: jerry. knight at
Time Sent: Fri, May 4, 2010 at 10:32 pm
Subject: Re - Re - Are you okay?
Emma, you're a spoiled brat, this is typical of you, you need to grow up and – of course you're still my friend, doofus!
Do you really mean it? About never having really liked him that way? So you're okay? I have to admit, I couldn't ever be sure about anything except that he didn't deserve your affection.
Don't beat yourself up about it, and don't worry about what I might think. You're my best friend, and I would never think badly of you, because even when you do stupid things, you always try to put them right. But right now, about this, I'm just glad you're okay.