Stupid exes and competition...

"What the fuck do you want Jack?", was the first thing I spat on my so called, bitch of an ex.

He rubbed his neck with his hand and fixed his hair. "OK. I deserved that."

I rolled my eyes. "Trust me, if Spencer was here you would've gotten hell. She's been wanting to meet you. And she's been training too."

"I didn't come here to argue with you Emerald." A part of me feels so God damn good hearing him call my name. I want to strangle that part of me. And through it in a ditch.

"Then what did you come for?", I challenge him.

" I want to talk to you."

"What?"

"I want to talk to you", he tries again raising his voice up a notch.

"What?", I say pretending not to hear him.

"I want to talk to you-"

"I heard you the first two times dumbass", I snort.

His face flushes. "Stop playing so hard to get."

"What happened to Lia?", I ask referring to the girl I caught him cheating on you with.

"She found someone else", he said looking pained.

"Must've been hard for you."

"Look Emerald", he says his face all serious, "I made a stupid decision. I can't begin to tell you how stupid I feel for letting you go."

"You never let me go. I was never in your hands."

"Can we talk somewhere else private?", he asks.

"No can do my guy", I say walking off. He grabs my hand, pulling my hand.

I brush off his hand. "Don't touch me."

"Please", he begs.

"Fine", I growl.

I follow him upstairs and into a small bedroom far from most of the noise.

"I want you to know that I made a stupid decision and I regret cheating on you. I know this is a lot, but can you forgive me?", he asks desperation evident in his voice.

"I forgave you a long time ago. No hard feelings."

He grins. "No hard feelings. And thank you, it means a lot to me. My parents hated me when they heard about what i did."

I nod and open the door to leave. Jack's hand finds it's way once more to my hand.

"Can you quit touching me? -"

I'm cut off as Jack leans closer to my face, and kisses me.

I pull away from him - obviously and wipe my mouth on my hand. His mouth tastes like alcohol and strawberries?

"You are such a fucking jerk!" I hit him in his chest, and storm out of the room.

I hurry downstairs and walk past a bunch of teens playing truth or dare, or beer pong. Passed out people are scattered on the couch, oblivious to all the trash that is on them.

I walk outside to get some fresh air. I run my hand through my blonde hair and look at the sky. It's dark, probably around midnight, but there is still enough light for me to see Vanessa sitting in the lap of a totally different boy, sucking his tongue out, while he tries to prevent them both from falling off the lawn chair, and two teenager under a tree making out.

"Hey blondie ", a voice from in the dark greets me. A teen, who is apparently drunk or high on some shit, walks out of the dark, and towards me.

"My name is Emerald, and I would prefer it if you took your drunk, creep ass somewhere else." He smiles at me and continues to stagger towards me. "Come on baby", he slurs, "don't be like that."

I make my way back inside and sit on a chair near a window. A few guys come up to ask me if I want a drink, or to dance, but I refuse politely.

"Emerald!", a familiar, cheery voice calls. A drunk version of my best friend walk up to me, 100 percent under the influence of alcohol.

"Spencer! Nice seeing you after you totally ditched me! Where were you?", I ask.

Spencer ignores me and starts to sing, 'On the twelve days of christmas'.

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A FEW HOURS LATER THE NEXT DAY.......

"Saturday mornin' I jumped out of bed, and put on my best suit", I sang, music blasting out of my head phones. I was getting ready to go out, I did my makeup and grabbed my phone. It was actually Saturday morning and I woke up in an enlightening mood despite what had happened last night. The smell of pancakes polluted the air as I raced downstairs. I sniffed the air and waltzed in the kitchen.

"Good morning mom", I chirpily greeted my mom.

"Good morning honey", my mom replied. "How many pancakes do you want?", she asked as I sat at the table. Mom usually stayed back, while dad was out in the jewelry shop and Damion and Sean had come when I was sleeping. The dirty dishes in the sink was evidence that they were over here for breakfast. 

" 10", I joked. Mom joked and rolled her eyes but still brought over 5 golden pancakes and orange juice. 

"Thanks mom." 

"You're welcome honey", she smiled and went over to the sink to start washing the dishes. 

"You looked like you had a rough night last night", mom said looking over her shoulder. "Wanna talk about it?", she asked. 

I told mom about my night, purposefully leaving out that my disgusting ex had kissed me. Mom seemed satisfied and ent back to washing dishes. 

I finished eating breakfast, washed my dish and cup, because mom had left out already, and went to the living room.

I watched TV for a little, before driving over to Spencer's house. I knocked energetically on Spencer's front door. From our 14 year friendship, I learnt that Spencer was extremely ignorant when she had a hangover. I heard her slam her bedroom door and groan as she walked down the stairs. She opened the door - sorry, I mean yanked - open and stared at me with blank eyes. She's still wearing her bed robe and the fluffy puppy slippers I gave her 2 Christmases ago. Her untamed hair blew in her face and her pale skin said it all. She was the perfect example of a hangover.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?", I teased. Spencer shrugs and scowls in return. "My mom left early for work, and I wanted to sleep in. I didn't know it was a fucking crime", Spencer said harshly.

"I have Tylenol and I brought coffee. You're welcome." 

She stepped aside for me to come inside and slammed the door. I follow her upstairs to her room where she sits on her bed. I sit down next to her on her bed and gave her a cup of coffee.

"What are you doing here so fricking early?" Spencer finally asks.

"Spencer, it's 10 o'clock", I laugh, "It's far from early."

"I need you to get ready. We have a lot to talk about."

30 MINS LATER

Spencer and I sit in separate booths at Joe's Cafe.

"Did you see Liam last night?", Spencer asks as we wait for the waitress to come back with what we ordered.

"Nope", I said, popping the 'p'.

Spencer nods and I turn on my phone to find some means of entertainment. Just as I was enviously looking at a Kylie Jenner Instagram photo, Spencer lened over and tapped me on my shoulder. Her pointy fake acrylic nail pointed to someone standing near the counter. I followed her finger to see who she was pointing at. It was Liam.

Liam Jones.