Jay sat in a small holding cell, sitting on the concrete bed and feet down on the ground, leaning himself forward with his elbows on his knees and in deep thought.

A... 'A' had gotten a way to slip that drug into his pocket... why? Ofcourse to get him in shit but..it made no sense.

Why not just ruin his life by telling everyone the 'secret'..why this way?

"you got a visitor." the grumpy guard said and Jay stood up. Spinner walked in and stood on the other side of the bars and Jay held the gate.

"What's going on?" Jay asked impatiently, wanting to know how badly messed up this was going to be.

Spinner narrowed his eyes, seeing the guard busy and watching the small TV on his desk before he turned back to Jay.

"You might be let out.. no charges." he whispered.

Jay snickered in disbelief, "bullshit." they found 'evidence' and being in bed with Amy, though she wasn't drugged up, didn't look good.

Spinner eyed the guard again before whispering, "They lost the evidence." he said.

Jay bluntly stared. Really? Wow...

"Shit." he said out loud.

Spinner swallowed hard, ready to give the worst news, "Thing is.. someone did get drugged with ruffie tonight.."

Jay went serious and his eyes held concern, "Who?" he slowly asked, seeing the look on Spinner's face that it was serious.

"Emma."

Jay's face fell and his eyes looked down numbly. It was Emma?...

Emma was being hounded by questions as she sat on her hospital bed, Manny and her parents waiting outside as cops questioned her.

"And you ran the tests?" asked the cop.

Emma went red and muttered, "I think I'd know if I got.." she swallowed hard when it was hard to say, "Raped.."

The cop looked at her oddy. How would she know?

Emma scoffed, "Im a virgin." she blurted out.

The cop looked embaressed, and coughed lightly, "So." he changed the subject, "You don't know anyone who could of done this to you?" he asked.

Emma shut her eyes, tired of this question, "I told you a bunch of times, I DID leave my drink for one minute... maybe it was then." she was smarter than this, she should of known better.

The cop reached into his pocket and passed Emma a picture, "Do you know this guy?" he asked.

Emma looked down and took it, for her heart to stop. Jay. It was a mug shot and he did not look impressed at all. She lost her breath and looked at the cop in shock.

Was he in jail? Did they think HE did this!?

"Jay Hogart, you know him?" asked the cop, seeing Emma's reaction.

"H-he wouldn't of done this." Emma said, feeling sick to her stomach all over again.

"Tons of victims feel that way at first-"

"No. He woudn't do this." snapped Emma, giving the cop a look to just..stop.

The cop clenched his jaw and he sighed, "so.. you won't testify or charge him?" he looked hopeful.

"No." snapped Emma, and his face fell, she kept on her glare but it weakened a little. Jay was being blamed for this?

But he couldn't of done this, yeah he's done some stuff but just bad boy things..not seriously evil, sick twisted things.

"we found the drug on him." the cop told her.

Emma went cold, and shifted in her hospital bed, gazing at the heart monitor. She'd been here all night and had to stay one more, just to make sure she was alright and didn't take too much. She got so sick too.

"We.." he coughed awkwardly, "Lost it..but just for your state of mind, we did find it on him." he assured

Emma's mouth fell a bit and she turned her head towards the window, "Please leave." she whispered as her parents walked back in, noticing Emma's distraught look in the window and came in.

"Honey?" Spike said, going over to her and Emma tried to hold in her tears.

A few days later, Jay's jail cell buzzed, and the gate of his opened. He stood up and looked around weirdly until the guard and the cop who had arrested him came over.

"You're out." snapped the cop, a bit bitter about it and truly believed a punk like Jay would do this.

Jay glared but nodded and waited for the guard to lead him out which he did.

Well... school tomorrow would be awkward.

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't

How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
I've got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

(how could this happen- simple plan)