The Bet,

Emily's Point of View

"Nate!" I exclaimed when I seen who I always considered as my big brother.

"Emily?" Nate looked around, searching for me.

I smiled and ran to him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, hugging him. Nate staggered a bit but regained his balance.

I seen Joe gulp and look at Chuck out of the corner of my eye. Chuck, in turn, just shrugged and gave out a low chuckle.

"I missed you, Nate!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I missed you too, Emily." Nate said as he carefully put me down. He pushed me back gently to arms length to get a better look at me. "God, you've grown."

"I need a drink." Joe mumbled. Chuck nodded, and followed his brother inside to the bar.

I smiled, and shivered a bit.

"We should be getting inside now; Serena wants to see you, too." Nate said as he led me to the doors of the Palace.

I nodded and followed Nate. When I seen another blonde beauty, I smiled. I snook up behind her and tapped on her shoulder.

"Hey, Stranger." I said, smiling.

"Oh my God, Emily!" Serena exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. I smiled and hugged my other older sister a hug. Even though she wasn't my sister, she has been in my life long enough to be a part of it.

After a few 'hi's and hello's from my older brothers and sisters. We all sat down around a table. I made sure that I sat next to Joe. Nate sat on the other side of me, followed by Blair, and across from Blair was Serena then Dan followed by Jenny. Although, Chuck was sitting across from Joe, making sure he didn't do anything stupid.

I was enjoying this. I had my hand oh-so-casually on Joe's leg, while I was talking to Nate. Joe's hand was somewhat shaking as he drank his liquor. I kept on moving my hand up and down each time I leaned.

When Nate got up and went to the bathroom, I turned my attention towards Joe. Putting on my act of hating Joe, we started talking to each other. We were talking about random things…mostly liquor.

"I love it when you talk dirty." Joe said.

"You just love it when a girl talks to you." I replied.

"Actually, I think its better when they don't talk." Joe smirked.

I closed my eyes, and re-opened them. I looked at the table.

"I'll be right back." I said as I stood up.

"I'm gonna go get another drink." Joe said as he stood up too.

We both glanced at each other and went out separate exits. I searched through the crowds, looking for Joe, and when I found him, I ran up to him and jumped, wrapping my legs around him and just started to make-out with him. He made out back.

I heard dozens of phone cameras clicking and millions of cell phones ringing. And even a few gasps here and there. I held Joe closer.

But then it just stopped, the cameras, the phones, and the crowds parted. I pulled away from Joe and looked to see what all the fuss was about. Joe set me down, and nodded towards the person that was standing at the opening of the crowd way.

"Emily?" Nate asked.

"Nate…I…" But Nate had already tackled Joe. And they were fighting. More camera phones started to click. I tried to step in and help, but I was hit in the stomach by Nate, and I fell backwards, and hard onto the marble floor, I gasped.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Joe kick Nate off of him. Joe rushed over to me.

"Emily, are you okay?" Joe asked, worriedly.

"I don't know." I said, still gasping for air.

"Deep breaths, Emily, please, you can do this." Joe said, pleading, almost.

"What'd I do?" Nate asked.

"You hit her in the stomach, Nathaniel!" Chuck yelled.

"Yeah, I know that, but she doesn't usually do that." Nate reasoned.

"It's because she fucking pregnant, dammit!" Joe yelled at Nate.

"She's pr-pregnant?" Nate asked, I heard a few gasps in the crowd around us.

"Isn't that what I just fucking said?" Joe screamed at Nate.

Then it went black.

Joe's Point of view…

We went to the hospital as fast as we could. Most people were worried about Emily, not the baby. But I was worried about both of them, both Emily and the baby. They both were my life now.

I couldn't help but silently cry. It was my fault that Emily was hit in the stomach. It was my fault that she lost her virginity to me. It's my fault that she became pregnant. It is my entire fault.

I didn't care who seen me cry, or how many pictures that crowds took, or how much gossip was going to come out of this. All I cared about was Emily and our child.

I sat in the intensive care unit waiting room, looking up at the ceiling with tears streaking down my face. Nate has tried repeatedly with 'I'm sorry, Joe' and 'I didn't know that she was pregnant.'

I don't give a damn what he didn't know.

All I know is that it's a possibility that someone died.

"Family of Lilly Waldrof?" a doctor came out. I quickly wiped my tears and joined Blair to talk to the doctor. "Who was the father of the baby?" the doctor asked.

"I was." I choked out. I knew something was bad when the doctor said was instead of is.

"We lost the baby, but Emily made it through, you are free to see her when you want to, Mr. Jonas." The doctor said before he walked away.

I felt a hand on my shoulder but I shook it off. I walked straight to Emily's room and closed the doors, locked the door, closed the blinds, and I looked at Emily. I softly said, "Hey babe."

Emily smiled a bit, and quietly said, "Hey."

I don't know how to tell her, so I sat down on her bed and held her hands. "I'm so happy you're okay." I said softly.

"What about the baby?" Emily asked.

I blinked back tears, "The baby didn't make it, Em."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Emmy."

Emily started to cry. I moved her over carefully and just held her in her bed. Crying a bit myself, too. After a while, the tears ran out. Out of now where we just both stopped crying. I wiped away Emily's tears with my thumb. ;

Out of nowhere, Emily kissed me. And for some reason that I don't even know why, I kissed her back. It deepened. When Emily started to unbutton my pants, I pulled away.

"Emily, we can't." I said, quietly.

"Please, Joe, please…" Emily whispered. Through all the pain that she has been through today, I needed to give something to her. I kissed her again and pulled away quickly.

"3 words, 8 letters, say them and I'm yours." I said, quietly.