The Bad Boy's Trophy

It Always Gets Worse

A/N: Hey dear readers! At the end of this chapter I am gonna show you how I roughly envision the characters but they are totally up for your imagination to! Also tell me what you think about the story so far, I love reading your comments and I try my best to respond! Above is Emma's bathing suit! Please vote and comment if you want!

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I'm such a fool. Why do I even try to convince myself that things will get better.

You know every time you say the situation might get better, it always gets worse.

Yeah. I'm starting to realize that. As for right now I have to weigh my options, do I go in and face what is probably a night centered around making my life hell, or do I slip out of the back door and try to get as far away as possible.

"Emma Jane, where are you, come on babe I miss that face of yours." Steve's voice carried through the house. How bad can it get? I'm already basically already in hell. Besides I still have my car here so if I escape there would be no way to get it home.

Walking back to the living room is probably the hardest thing in the world. Fully knowing I'm going to have to deal with so much shit. I might as well kiss my journal goodbye, there is no way I'm getting that back.

As I walk in I see Adam and Jess sitting together on the couch with Adam's arm around her. I can't lie, it kills seeing him like that, but then again my crush on him was stupid to begin with.

She's prettier than you'll ever be. It's not hard to see why he prefers her.

My focus shifts from Adam and Jess to Jace standing there with his mother's guitar. Fuck. That's it, I'm done.

"EJ, we found some amazing lyrics in your little notebook here, be a doll and play them for me." Jace pushes the guitar into my hands and I stand there frozen. I cant play in front of them. I wont be able to. I can't do this, I cant do this.

"Hellllooooooo, earth to gingerbread, you heard the birthday boy, how about a song." Steve lightly tugged on the back of my hair. I turned to look up at him, trying my best to stand tall and be brave, my legs betraying me as they were already starting to shake from the thought of playing for them.

"I want to hear this one, pretty pleaseeee" Jace pointed to one of my newer songs. It's not even finished yet I started writing it the night before yesterday.

"Jace, I cant." I whisper as he looks at me with a feigned puppy dog face. He knows I cant, he knows that it would be torture for me.

"That's a shame EJ, I guess I'm just going to have to share this amazing journal with the rest of the world. What do you think girls, can you post this on insta or do you think snap would be a better idea?" He looked to Ashley who was already taking out her phone.

"Oh definitely insta, my followers would just love it." It's insane how clearly she is enjoying this. It's like she needs to be doing this, like somehow my humiliation is what feeds her.

"What's it gonna be Emma Jane, you play for us or have your journal plastered all over the internet forever?" Steve asks turning his head like a curious puppy.