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Emmy nibbled at her toast. After the events of last night she didn't have an appetite. Nor had she been able to sleep, so she was up before any of her friends. She laughed as she saw Shelley and Alexa approach. They both looked like the walking dead.

"Ugh," Shelley groaned as she sat down. "I can't face food today."

"Coffee is meant to help a hangover," Emmy said.

"My mum doesn't allow me to have coffee," Alexa said as she lay her head down on the table.

"But she would be fine with what you did last night?" Emmy asked sarcastically.

Alexa lifted her head up, "You're right." Alexa slowly got up, "Do you want coffee?"

Shelley shook her head, "Caffeine gives me a headache. I already have one."

"If you feel so terrible, why did you come to the dining room?" Emmy asked Shelley as Alexa left for the hot drinks machine.

"Piper insisted," Shelley said through a yawn. "She's in line getting breakfast."

Alexa arrived back with her coffee, breathing in its aroma before nervously sipping it. "That's really hot," she moaned. "Where did you go last night?" she asked Emmy.

"Didn't you talk to Chad?" Shelley enquired.

"Oh yeah," Alexa remembered. That seemed to put her in a better mood, talking about boys always did. "How did it go?"

Emmy sighed, "I never realised just how much of an idiot he was."

"So not good?" Shelley sounded sorry for her.

"Definitely not good."

"Chad must have been really drunk," Alexa supposed.

"Why?" Emmy asked.

"He did something to annoy Drake Merwin and got beat up really bad. Apparently he has a broken arm and some fractured ribs. Nurse Temple had to drive him to the hospital."

"I can't say I feel sorry for the guy," Emmy sniggered.

"Forget about Chad," Shelley held out her hand to reassure Emmy. Emmy took it and smiled at her.

"Piper's going to be happy about this." Emmy pulled her hand away. She had been looking at Shelley's face and she hadn't spoken. Yet Emmy heard her say it. Just not the normal way. As if it was in her head. The way she heard Chad or Petal last night.

"Are you okay?" Shelley asked, looking worried.

"I'm fine," Emmy reassured her, with a weak smile. She abandoned it as she saw Piper coming over, with an ear-to-ear grin.

"Good morning," Piper said cheerfully. "How was last night for you Emmy?"

Emmy wasn't going to divulge the details. "Fine," she shrugged. Sadly Piper sensed the truth and she looked triumphant. "How was your night?" Emmy asked, eager to know why Piper was so pleased with herself.

"Nothing important happened."

Emmy looked between Shelley and Alexa, who both averted their gaze from Emmy's. Emmy loved the fact that they were both as subtle as a pair of elephants.

After breakfast Alexa and Shelley were desperate for fresh air, so they all went outside for a walk. Alexa and Shelley walked slowly, dragging their feet, leaving Emmy walking beside Piper. Emmy grabbed Piper's hand, and swung it. "It's a great day, isn't it?" Emmy beamed at Piper.

"Yeah, it is," Piper smiled back. "Why are you in such a great mood this morning? I heard things didn't go well with Chad."

Emmy shrugged, "I think your mood is infectious. So I'm guessing that you had a great night. Want to tell me the details?"

"Like I said, nothing happened," Piper replied.

"C'mon," Emmy pleaded. "You can tell me. I bet it involved a boy." Piper smiled and turned away. "I'm right aren't I?"

"Yes," Piper gave in.

"Who?" Emmy asked.

"I'm not telling," Piper said adamantly.

"Fine, just tell me what he's like."

"It won't take me long," Piper laughed.

"Why?"

"Because I can sum him up in one word. Perfect."

Emmy bit her lip to stop herself laughing. She had to find out who this boy was. She focused on holding Piper's hand, something that she hated having to do.

"Caine is so handsome, and amazing, and smart, and-"

Emmy let go of Piper's hand. "I have to go to the bathroom. See you later."

Emmy walked towards the boys' dormitories. Only when she stepped inside did she realise that she didn't have a clue where Caine's room was. She noticed two boys staring at her, one of them being Caine's friend Andrew. She had a hunch that he would know which room was Caine. "Andrew!" she called at him. He looked frightened as Emmy approached him. "Where's Caine's room?" she asked. Andrew gave Emmy some directions. "Thanks," Emmy said as walked away. She knocked on Caine's door. It was Drake who opened it.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"Is Caine in here?" Emmy asked.

Drake turned his head, "Your sister wants you." Drake moved aside as Caine came to the door.

"I'm glad you're here," Caine said, looking particularly annoyed, "I need to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you too," Emmy returned his fowl expression.

Caine turned to Drake, "Go for a walk."

"No," Drake refused.

"Just do it," Caine glared at him until he finally left. "Come in," Caine ordered.

Emmy did so and sat down on a desk chair. "What-" Emmy began, but Caine interrupted her.

"Remember how we agreed that you weren't to date or go to parties?"

"I never actually agreed to that," Emmy reminded him.

Caine narrowed his eyes at her. "Regardless, I know you were at that party last night." Emmy looked down at the floor. "I also know that you were with Chad."

"How do you know that?' Emmy asked.

"He started bragging to me about it," Caine answered. "That was not a good idea."

"Why?"

"I told Drake to beat him up."

"I heard about that," Emmy smiled, but quickly stopped. "But you can't tell me what to do."

"Yes I can," Caine argued. "I'm older than you."

"You've never done the whole caring big brother thing. Why do you think you can try and pass controlling me off as that?"

Caine didn't have an answer. He never cared that he and Emmy didn't get on and always argued. But the thought of someone treating her the way he treated girls made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't allow it. Yet, he realised something. "Chad said you stormed off because he said something. What was it?"

Emmy sighed, "That's none of your business."

"But he said something that really annoyed you. That's why you're happy that he was beaten up. Am I right?" By not responding Emmy answered Caine's question the perfect way. "So," he sounded rather smug now, "if you had listened to me, Chad would never have said that. I'm sure you would have preferred that." Caine sat down on his bed, revelling at winning the conversation. "Maybe you should listen to what I say."

Emmy shook her head, "Not a chance. Besides, as if you can lecture me about dating."

"What do you mean?" Caine was not going to stand being told what to do by Emmy.

"I heard about you and Piper."

"Who's Piper?" Caine asked.

"My friend, I know you were talking to her last night."

Caine remembered now, "Oh her. I was just talking to her to see if you were there. But then she kind of cornered me and I couldn't get away. Don't worry, it's nothing."

Emmy smirked, "Seriously? The way she's been talking about it, I just thought that there had to be more."

Caine's face pulled a look of disgust, "One hour with her and I was losing the will to live. I don't know how you put up with her."

"I can't stand her either," Emmy laughed.

"Then why are you friends with her?"

"She's popular. But hopefully I won't have to put up with her soon." Emmy got up to leave, "So can we agree to keep out of each others' lives? You don't date any of my friends, and I won't date any of yours. Okay?"

"Or," Caine suggested, "You don't date anyone or do anything, and I'll do whatever I want."

Emmy groaned, "You don't understand compromise, do you?"

"Only the person losing has to compromise."

Emmy was about to say something, but stopped herself. You can't argue with a crazy person, she thought. She left Caine's room, trying to navigate the way out. She passed Drake in the corridor.

"Well done, on beating up Chad," she said.

He flashed his nasty smile. "No problem. It looks like you're not a big girl after all."

Emmy didn't let his taunting get to her. "I never asked you or Caine to do that. You just have severe issues."

Drake straightened up, trying to look down at Emmy. Sadly for him, she was taller than most girls and it had barely an effect. "There's nothing wrong with me," he snarled.

"I may not be a psychiatrist, but I know that's not true."

"Do you want me to hurt you?" he threatened.

"Whether or not I want it," Emmy replied confidently, "it's never going to happen."

Drake looked confused, "What?"

"You saw how Caine reacted when someone made out with me. Imagine what he would do to someone if they did whatever sick thing you want to do to me." Emmy turned and walked away, taking one last look at Drake as he stood in the corridor, fuming at her.