Spin The Bottle In The Bedroom (On Hold)

17: Speak Now

That same night I reluctantly waited up for Jake. I was a little upset, but I still wanted to make sure he got home okay. I don't understand why he has to keep going out with them anyways! Aren't I enough? I mean, I get that people want to have fun sometimes, but why can't he have fun with me? Why is it always "the guys"?

I sat up straight in my bed when I heard the key turn, then stared over at the clock. It read 2:34AM. Well it's not that late I guess, I thought to myself, flipping the cover off of me.

"Jake?" I called, flipping the light on as I came into the living room.

"Hi baby!" He slurred, obviously drunk.

"Oh my god," I sighed, rolling my eyes in annoyance. He gave me a sloppy grin, and stumbled his way to my part of the house. "What are you doing?" I asked, clearly not amused.

"I missed you," he pouted, trying to hug me but I shook him off.

"Yeah, I can't tell," I groaned, going back into our bedroom.

"You're mad?" He whined, following behind me like a lost puppy.

"Nooooo," I said sarcastically, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm happy. I'm so happy that you go out and get piss drunk almost every weekend. And then try and come home and kiss on me smelling like a POUND of alcohol! I'm happy." After I said that, he seemed a little upset and I immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry," I sighed, looking down at the floor. "I know you're drunk. So you probably won't even remember."

He didn't say anything right away, he kinda just stared at me with that far away look he sometimes get. "I didn't know it bothered you so much," he said softly, and I rolled my eyes.

"Stop trying to turn this around on me," I yelled in annoyance, sitting down on our bed.

"How am I turning this around?"

"Because you're trying to act all sweet and innocent like you do, and then I become the monster who bitches about everything."

"Well you do, don't you?" He asked nonchalantly, and my mouth dropped.

"Wow," I exclaimed. "Unbelievable!"

"What do you want me to say Emmalee?" He asked, and I shook my head in response. "You want me to say I'm sorry?" He continued, and I snatched the blanket off the bed.

"Shut up," I said quietly, grabbing a pillow.

"Sorry for what? Sorry that I don't always wanna sit at home and watch those cheesy movies with you? Or listen to you bitch and complain about everything?"

"Shut. Up!" I yelled more forcefully, feeling the tears fill my eyes.

"Or should I be sorry that I want to go have fun for once, which is something that you never seem to want to do?"

"I am warning you, Jake!" I cried, trying to leave the room but he wouldn't let me. "Leave me alone!" I shouted, trying to push him out of the way.

"No! You like talking, but for some reason, you don't like to listen. Well I'm not sorry, baby. I'd rather be out there than in here listening to your boring, judgmental ass all day!" I gaped at him, and after the sting from his words went away I slapped his face.

"Don't speak to me anymore!" I cried, running out into the living room with my blanket and pillow.

"Emmalee!" He called, but I ignored him completely, bawling up on the couch. "Emmalee, I'm sorry!" Even though he was screaming for me he didn't bother to come out here, and that's how I knew he wasn't sorry.