"What is so urgent?" Andrew asked Emma as he came sprinting from the football field. He had been training with the rest of the team when he had noticed his girlfriend stood on the touchline. He had waved at her but she had remained stood with her arms folded, looking over at him and then wandering off which caused him to move to her side.

"Did you threaten Will?" she asked him straight out, pulling her blazer tighter around her in the cold December air. Andrew chuckled once lowly, running a hand through his blonde hair as he looked at the brunette who didn't seem amused. He stopped grinning when he saw Emma's face and his mouth parted slightly.

"I just saw the way he had been looking at you..." Andrew defended his actions and Emma shook her head.

"You should have left it," she snapped, "Will and I are just friends. You had no right to do that."

"You're my girl-"

"I am not your girl Andrew," Emma snapped. "I'm not a possession. Do you understand me?"

"Okay Em..." Andrew said. "If it makes you feel any better then I'll apologise to him."

"You would do that?" Emma looked slightly taken back at what he was offering to her.

"Of course I would," he said, taking her hand. "If I offended him then I am sorry...it's just that I can't lose you."

"You don't need to get jealous of every guy who speaks to me because I'm not putting up with it..."

"Fine," Andrew said. "I realised I may not have handled it well...I'll talk to him when we have Politics."

"Promise?" Emma checked with him.

"I promise," he said. "Now come here."

And then he kissed her quickly.

...

"McKenzie," Andrew Pearce spoke as soon as he saw Will sat in Politics. He was the first one in the class and ready to work as the Christmas Party kept going through his head.

"Yes?" Will asked.

"I hear you've been telling my girl that I threatened you," Andrew said.

"I thought she had a right to know."

"So what? Did you think she would dump me and then go out with you?"

"No..." Will began to stutter. "I didn't..."

"Well it didn't work." Andrew said smugly. "She said if a I apologise then things will be better. So I'm sorry. And if you ever go blabbing to her again then I won't be as nice next time McKenzie. Got me?"

...

"Will!" Emma spoke as soon as they left the meeting for the Christmas Party. Will stopped his fast paced walk and looked back at her as she adjusted her satchel on her shoulder.

"Hey," Will said.

"You've been awfully quiet," she said. "You barely looked at me back there."

"Oh," Will stuttered. "I'm just a bit stressed...I just need this party to go well."

"I'm sure it will," Emma said. "Look...I talked to Andrew..."

"I know," Will said, trying not to sound annoyed at the subject. "He apologised."

"He did?" Emma sounded slightly shocked.

"Yeah," Will said. "In Politics."

"Right," Emma said. "I know it doesn't make what he did alright...but he said sorry..."

"So is everything okay between you two?" Will asked her and she shrugged.

"I don't know."

...

"Thanks for that Phil."

"Shit," Emma whispered as soon as he had said it. She sat in between Simon and Jay as she looked at her father who has stopped dead in his tracks. The tall man slowly turned back around and looked at Will whilst Emma allowed her gaze to fall onto her lap.

"Pardon?" Gilbert asked Will.

"Thanks for that Phil." Will said again and Gilbert shook his head.

"I don't think so McKenzie," he said.

"Bloody hell," Simon whispered into Emma's ear. "He looks like he's going to kill him."

"He probably is," Emma replied as Gilbert made Will say his name again.

"Good," Gilbert spoke. "That's better McKenzie."

...

"I thought he was going to murder me," Will complained as they sat down in the cafeteria. Jay was still paying for his food, complaining that he hadn't ate any chips when he had indeed ate them in a short amount of time. Simon had gone to stalk to Carli and that just left Will, Neil and Emma sat down at a table.

"I can't believe you did that," Emma shook her head. "Even I can't call him dad when we're here."

"I think he's creepy," Neil said. "No offence Em."

"None taken," Emma said.

"But at least Miss Timms is going to be there...she's the fittest thing I have ever seen." Neil said with a nod of his head.

"But she's not," Will said, his eyes narrowed, trying to understanding where this obsession for the Biology teacher came from.

"She charged me for bloody chips!" Jay snapped and sat beside Emma.

"Well you did have chips," Emma pointed out. "What did you honestly expect?"

"Where is the evidence?" Jay snapped, pointing at his plate.

"You ate it," Emma said.

"I might sue her," Jay said and began eating his burger.

"There is CCTV in here so it would never hold up in court," Emma said and they then looked over at Simon.

"What the hell is he doing?" Emma worried, seeing him doubled over, head between knees.

"I think he's cracked," Neil said.

"Ever since he's been friends with you," Jay pointed at Will, "he's turned mental."

"Me?" Will asked.

"Yes you," Jay said. "You have a lot to answer for."

...

"No!" Will snapped as he ordered people around on the night of the prom. "That sign doesn't go there!"

"Why didn't you tell her what he said to you?" Simon asked Will as he threw a white cloth onto a table and Will looked at his friend.

"What?" Will wondered.

"Well I presume you didn't tell Emma his second threat?" Simon spoke. "Considering she is coming to the dance with Pearce."

"I don't know how to tell her," Will complained, ticking off something on his clipboard.

"Why not?"

"Because grassing on him twice is just going to look odd, isn't it? And would she believe me?"

"Of course she would," Simon blinked a few times. "She's your friend."

"And he's her boyfriend," Will replied.

"Friends trump boyfriends."

"I'm just going to leave it," Will declared. "As long as she is happy with him then I don't see a problem."

...

"Whoa," Emma commented as she walked into the hall. She was slightly early, promising to help with some of the decorating but it seemed as if the majority of it had been done.

"Emma!" Simon exclaimed seeing her walking over to him and he blinked several times as she stood in front of him.

"What?" she asked noticing his expression of confusion.

"She looks like a girl," Neil nudged Jay as they walked over to join the gathering.

"She does look fit," Jay nodded.

"You...you look...different..." Simon managed to speak. She pulled down her short cream coloured dress as she shifted from one foot to another awkwardly and patted her hair which was tied into a tight and neat bun. Her dress was a short cream one which was a typical prom dress and on her feet was a pair of nude heels as Simon gaped.

"Simon," Emma complained, "close your mouth. You'll catch flies."

"Sorry," Si said and Will walked over to them.

"You should be working!" he snapped. "Time is ticking!"

"Hey Will," Emma smiled.

"Oh...hi...whoa...you look..."

"She looks like a girl," Neil repeated.

"Considering I am a girl...but thanks Neil," Emma said. "So what do you need doing?"

...

"Have you ever seen her look like that?" Jay asked Simon before he began his time in the DJ booth.

"No," Simon said, looking on as she was twirled under Andrew's arm and then he held her tightly.

"She looks...happy..." Jay said. "Guessing Will didn't tell her what Pearce said again?"

"No," Simon said. "He doesn't want to appear a nag."

"Wimp," Jay replied. "He needs to grow a fucking pair of balls...she needs to know."

"Does she?" Simon asked, looking at her. "Because he seems content with her."

"He's a bloody psycho maniac!" Jay snapped back and Will rolled his eyes.

"He's overprotective," Simon said. "And Emma can handle herself..."

"You think?"

"I know," Simon said. "Now get up there...I need to get to Carli."

...

"Are you having a good time?" Andrew asked Emma in her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her from the makeshift dance floor to the refreshments.

"Yeah," Emma smiled.

"And I am sorry," Andrew said. "About how I acted..."

"You keep saying," Emma said.

"Because I mean it," he assured her and she sighed once but nodded.

"I know you do."

"Pearce," a sudden voice spoke as their paths crossed Gilbert. Emma stopped and Andrew instinctively let go of her waist as Gilbert glared down at him.

"Sir," Andrew said.

"And do you plan on attending any of your Physic lessons this year?" Gilbert asked. "Because Mr Wills has reported you as being absent from them."

"Yes...I will..."

"Because wasters are not appreciated," Gilbert said.

"No sir," Andrew said.

"And I would hate for this to mess up your UCAS application..."

"Yes sir."

"So I suggest you spend more time studying and less time frolicking with my daughter."

"Dad," Emma complained. "Do you have to do this tonight?"

"I can't think of a better time. And I want no heavy petting. Do you understand me?"

"Yes dad," Emma said.

"Mr Pearce?"

"I understand," Andrew promised.

"Good. Now if you two persist in looking at each other like you do then I may vomit but-"

Gilbert was cut off mid flow by the deafening of music and all eyes turned on Carli and Simon. Andrew and Emma looked on as they said nothing to each other and Carli said she was fed up of wasters. Suddenly, there was a screech and everyone looked at Neil who was trying to kiss Miss Timms. Gilbert nodded once and then took off, rescuing Neil from complete and utter embarrassment as the music resumed again.

"I'm off to talk to Simon," Emma said and Andrew pursed his lips and she raised a hand.

"Don't even get jealous," she said. "Just stay here."

"What was that about?" Emma asked Simon as soon as she saw him.

"I was going to tell Carli how I feel..." he said. "But...the words wouldn't come out..."

"Well Neil created a great distraction."

"He did," Simon sighed and they suddenly heard shouts coming from the other side of the room. They rushed over and saw Will pushed up against the wall by Donovan as Emma walked over to them and simply pushed Mark from Will before Charlotte approached them.

"This isn't over McKenzie," Donovan promised.

"Mark!" Charlotte shrieked.

"No one wants any trouble," Emma said, standing in front of Will as she looked at Charlotte and Donovan.

"Don't worry," Charlotte spoke, "there won't be any."

And with that she dragged Donovan away from the scene where Will the nodded at Emma.

"Thanks," he said and looked at Andrew who was glaring at him but Emma didn't notice.

"It's no problem," she said. "He had no reason to do that to you."

"I think you're boyfriend is after you..." Will said as Andrew began to walk over to them.

"Come on Emma," he snapped and wrapped an arm round her and led her from Will.

"Andrew," she complained at his grasp but he ignored her. "What is wrong with you?"

"What is it with you and Will McKenzie?" he asked her and she blinked several times.

"Nothing," she said. "You need to calm down."

"And you need to stop being so brash," Emma replied. "Will is a friend."

"Nothing more?" Andrew checked and Emma snatched her arm from his hold and shook her head.

"No," she said. "And I'm not putting up with this."

"Pardon?" Andrew asked.

"If you're going to be like this whenever I speak with a male then you're not worth it."

"Are you breaking up with me?" he demanded, creating a scene as people watched on.

"We need a break," Emma declared. "This isn't going to work when you act like a control freak."

"Emma!" he yelled, seeing her walk away from him as quickly as she could.

...

"I thought we'd find you in here," Simon said and he sat on the edge of the trampoline beside Emma as she wiped away a tear.

"Why are you here?" she asked him.

"Because you need a friend?" Will replied. "He acted like a jerk."

"What did you say to him?" Simon wondered.

"I broke it off. He's a control freak...I can't deal with that..."

"You did right," Jay suddenly spoke and sat beside Emma as Will remained stood.

"You think?"

"Of course," Jay said. "I heard he was a nutter before...I didn't know how to tell you though."

"Who told you that?"

"My mate. Fred Niles...said he once beat up a football team because of a result."

"Is that true?" Emma wiped her eyes.

"No word of a lie," Jay said. "And here comes the paedophile."

"He's the opposite of that," Emma said as Neil approached them.

"How you feeling?" Simon asked him.

"Terrible...but Gilbert was surprisingly nice."

"He has his moments," Emma agreed.

"I'd disagree with that," Jay said.

"You don't know him," Will pointed out.

"Thankfully," Simon said. "But...things can only get better..."

"Of course," Emma said.

"Yeah," Jay agreed. "As long as you sad twats have me then you may be alright."

"Don't be an arse," Simon said and pushed Jay onto the trampoline and began to push him around and they all began to laugh.