The Next Chapter

Chapter 57

Jake's POV 

"Then why the fuck did you fuck him?!" I yell, she's lost it. She does not have the right to be mad here.

"You never gave me what I wanted-"

"I gave you everything! You told me you wanted something and I got it for you! You know what? I'm out of here, enjoy your fucking day." I grab my keys and head out to my car. What the fuck? After years of being in a relationship, she pulls this shit. Why?

Without realizing it I pulled into the parking lot of the pub. From here, there are a few blackouts but the thing I do remember is her. 

"Emily. Long time n-no see." How come it comes out all slurred? I'm fine, not even that drunk. And how comes my thought are good English but when I speak it isn't.  Wait no, that didn't sound right.

"It's Emery but you already know that." I smile, of course I know that but fuck, she's hot when she's angry. I move a bit to the right, patting the spot next to me, hoping she'll accept it. But no, she's boring. "No, we should leave-"

"Sit! I order you. L-let's order some drinks." Maybe I'm a bit more drunk than I thought, when I stand up to go to the bar I trip over the foot of the table but Emery quickly catches me and places me back in the booth. She tries to let me go but I grab ahold of her arm, I haven't touched her for five years, I'm not letting go now.

"I forgotn how beautiful you are." It's true. She tries to move away again but I bring her even closer to me. "You're really different aren't you?" I see Mark coming over so I let go of Emery, I don't want him to get the wrong idea. I'd never hurt her.

"Is this man bothering you?"

"No! I ehm... He's a friend of mine, I'll help him get home." Mark looks at me and then walks away.

"Friends huh? That's all?" I smirk, the things I would do to her...

"You have a fiancé Jake." 

"My fiancé who's fucking some guy." I mutter. 

"Look, we have to leave. The bus will be here soon." She says and takes my coat as my car keys fall out of them. "You-you drove here?"

Is she blind? "It's car keys isn't it?" 

"What, did you expect to drive home too?"

"Well, yeah. But then I got a bit drunk." I laugh.

"Just a bit?"

"A big bit." I laugh more. God, I'm funny. 

"Come on we're leaving." She says and helps me up.

I look at my keys and then at her. "You're not driving my car."

But she did, and before I knew it we were in the parking lot. Somewhere along the way, I threw up. I blame drunk Jake for that. He's fucking annoying.

She helps me to the doorway and turns around to leave. "Where are you going?" I sit down, nothing stands still anymore. Why did I drink? Fucking idiot.

"Home. And don't sit here, go to the elevator." She can't leave, I just got her.

"Not now. everything's spinning. Plus you can't leave me here. You have to help me get into the apartment."

"You have your fiancé for that, if you want I can call her down so she can help-"

"We don't live together." I cut her off. Why would she even bring her up? I don't need to think about her. I can't even think about her. Everything's spinning, I want to throw up again and Emery's here.

Emery is here.

With me.

I may be feeling like shit but fuck, she's the only thing on my mind. 

But it doesn't seem like I'm the only thing on hers because she has her thinking/confused look on her.

"Are you going to help me or stay in those thoughts of yours?" 

"Right, yeah ehm sorry." She walks over to me and helps me up. 

"You stink."

"And whose fault is that?" I raise my hands in defense but then feel my throat acting up. "No! You're not throwing up again!" Believe me, I don't want to. As she looks around the lobby I try to hold it down. Throwing up on her once is enough. 

I place my hand on her shoulder, "I'm f-I'm fine. Just get me to my apartment quickly." We enter the elevator and it feels like hours before we're at my door. And then another few hours to open it. She offered but I said, "My apartment, my opening the door." How come my thoughts are structured and normal but when I talk I sound like I don't know what?

Being drunk makes no fucking sense. 

Time doesn't make sense either. It feels like I'm in the bathroom for days before Emery knocks on the door, I know I threw up at least one more time in here. "Jake? Are you okay?" I have absolutely no fucking strength to go over there. "Jake!" Dear God... Does she have to scream? If opening the door is the only way to make her stop then be it. "Can you unlock the door so-" I quickly go back to the floor where I sat cause standing up is physically impossible at the moment. But then again, I can't stay here forever. I have to take something. 

"Can you help me get up?" She helps me but to no avail. "Not so fast, everything's spinning and you're too loud." My head is ready to explode.

"I'm just trying to help-"

"Could you get me an aspirin and a glass of water? The glasses are in the cabinet next to above the water thing." 

"The sink?"

"Yes, that. And the aspirin is there." I point to the shelf and she gets me the box before disappearing into the kitchen. I know I'm being an asshole right now, ordering her around but the faster I get this headache and hangover over the better. 

She comes back with a glass and I swallow the pill. She puts the glass on the sink and helps me up, before looking at my chest and saying, "What happened to your shirt?".

I want to say that it's pretty obvious and that she's dumb but I stop drunk Jake from speaking. He's really an asshole.

A hot asshole.

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It's been ages since I wrote in Jake's POV so I hope you liked it, hahah. I feel out of character with him but hopefully, it's better than I think.