Oh my god! This book just reached 50k reads! I don't understand how or why but I just wanna thank you guys for still reading, commenting and voting on this book

And can we all appreciate Jordan Barrett (Dean) on the banner?

This chapter is dedicated to . I know how much she loves this book. A few days ago she told me about something awful happening to her, that I don't think is my place to tell everyone but I do think this chapter should be dedicated to her. I hope everything will be okay with you girl! You are in my thoughts and prayers every single day. Love you so much

Also this might be the last chapter I'll be posting this month. I don't know how much time I'll have cause of my exams. But I do promise you I'll be consistent with my updates during the summer break.

Now enjoy!

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"Dean!" I hear Em from the living room, where the entrance is.

Oh fuck no. I get up and find myself at the door faster than you can say 'Em.' Why Em? Because I love her, that's why. I love her, not Dean. So he can fuck right off.

"Now what in the fuck is going on?" I growl, stepping in front of Em. He's not gonna look at her. Only I can do that. Em panics, "nothing, Dean go," she whines but he doesn't budge.

Why is she so nervous all of a sudden? And why won't the fucker leave? I feel so lost and I hate feeling lost.

"You heard her," I hiss and try to close the door but he stops it.

Dude. I will beat the shit out of you. Don't test me. Not tonight.

"Emma, I'm sorry. She made me, I promise," Dean cries out but she doesn't respond. She only tries closing the door but he won't let her either. He's really testing me. And so is she. What does that mean? Something must've happened while she was gone.

"Okay then. Come on in," I say and panic flashes through Em's eyes. She didn't expect this and neither did I. We walk to the kitchen and sit behind the table. Em is fidgeting and Dean feels kind of relieved. And I'm just pissed.

"First thing's first, you," I point at Dean, "will tell me what the fuck is going on. That's the only way I'll let you talk to her. With me next to her of course," I say and he tries to argue back but I give him a deadly look, so he nods.

"But I don't wanna talk about this," Em says but I still signal Dean to start talking. You can call me a bad boyfriend but I'm nosey as hell. I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

"It's about the panties," he starts and I'm already clenching my jaw. He did not do what I think he did.

"Nicki made me, I promise. I didn't want to but she threatened me by saying she'll tell everyone that that's me on the picture. Because I didn't want to get beat up by you, I did what she told me to do," he says apologetically.

"I don't give a shit who threatened you and with what," I hiss, "but no one hurts my Em. And if you do," I lean on the table with my hands and get closer and closer to Dean's face, "I. Will. Hurt. You." I give him a deadly look and honestly, he looks terrified.

Fuck I'm so mad. Why does every single person on this planet feel the need to mess with Em. And by messing with Em, they're messing with me. Especially this fucker, Nicki and Jack.

Okay Jack isn't messing with her, but he is messing with me.

And how could anyone do such a thing?

Okay Luke, you've done much worse things.

Oh shut up. Not to Em though. And that's all that matters. I've never done anything to hurt her. And it's gonna stay that way.

"Luke, it's alright, don't worry," Em whines, putting a hand on my back. And just like that, I feel calmer. I'm still angry but not as much as I were 3 seconds ago.

But then, I remember something.

"You knew!" I raise my voice at Em, making her remove her hand from my back. "You knew what he did and you didn't even tell me!" The anger is quickly coming back.

"When did I even have the time to tell you, Luke? When you came home drunk?" She defends herself.

She has a point there, but I'm not admitting that. Never in my life have I ever admitted that I was the one who's wrong.

"Well yeah?" I say like it obvious, looking like the biggest moron. If she told me when I was drunk, I wouldn't remember anything. "How did you find out anyways?" I quickly change the subject.

That's when she stays silent.

What does that mean?

"Emma?" I say, my voice harsh. Some shit is going on and I'm planning on finding out what. If she won't answer when I ask her nicely, I'm gonna have to ask her not-so-fucking-nicely.

She still doesn't answer, "I asked you a question, Emma," I growl. My blood is fucking boiling. I figure I won't find anything out from her, so I turn towards Dean.

"Answer," then I turn back towards Emma, "and let me tell you, I'm gonna be so much more fucking pissed if he tells me instead of you."

"She came-" "wait!" She stops him.

For fuck's sake.

"I went to his apartment after you threw me out, since I don't want to sleep in my dorm. He gave me a separate room for me to sleep in, where I found my panties. The ones everyone were messing with me because." She quickly says it all and I stand still, not saying a thing. My eyes however, are giving deadly looks towards Dean.

I can't fucking believe this. I gotta sit down because all I see is red. "What happened then huh? After you found out? You went to Jack's dorm?" I say out of spite but she stays silent.

Oh.

I start laughing. Like a maniac I apparently am, for trusting her. I'm fucking insane for trusting another woman in ny life. To be honest, I never really trusted her. I always knew she would end up cheating on me. All women are the same, I learned that a while back and I'm happy I did.

Then, I stop. I hold a serious expression, looking at them. Suddenly, I grab a chair and throw it into the wall, breaking it.

"Luke!" Emma cries out but I don't listen to her, as I grab another one and throw it again. I take all the glasses that were on the table and throw them, screaming.

Suddenly, Emma hugs me. I push her away but she comes back, hugging me stronger. I want to look at Dean, to make sure he's seeing this, but he's gone.

"Where the fuck is he?" I growl, as Emma is hugging me.

"I swear if he stole something-" Emma shuts me up by kissing me but I push her away. "No! Fuck you!" I yell at her and she backs away slowly.

"I-I didn't-" "oh shut up you fucking whore!" I scream but quickly regret it as I see her expression change.

Emma's POV

My heart drops. I quickly run to the room I was staying in, to grab my stuff. I can hear him calling me but I don't care.

It isn't the fact that he called me a whore that hurt me. It was the fact that it's true. But I'm not telling him that I cheated. He thinks I did and look how hurt he is. The pain it would cause him if I actually confirmed it would be huge and I can't look at him when he's like that. It makes me so sad.

I guess I'm sleeping in my dorm tonight.

I walk right past Luke as he tries to stop me. He calls my name but I don't turn around.

When I arrive to my dorm, I stand in front of it for a few seconds. Then, I take a deep breath and walk in. I slowly sit on the old bed and take in all the memories. Pictures of V, Jack and I having fun are popping up in my head. And it fucking hurts. It hurts seeing all of us having so much fun. And now-

Now she's dead because of me and Jack is cutting because of me. It's all my fault.

I don't even know anymore.

I can't take it. I run out of the dorm and sit on the floor, crying.

"Now who is causing all of that rucku-" "Emmy?" I hear a familiar voice and shoot my head up. Flashing a small smile to Jack, I wipe my tears.

"Come in," he walks up to me, picking me up and walking me in his dorm. At first I hesitate but then I give in, since I don't have any better options.

"What happened Emmy? You're a mess!" He says to me.

Why is he being so nice to me? I don't deserve it.

"Luke. We got into a big fight because of me," I sigh and he hugs me, telling me it will all be okay. He sits on his bed and I notice he's shirtless. I have to control myself.

"He didn't hurt you, right?" He looks at me, worried and I shake my head. "Not physically at least," I chuckle at my stupidity. He draws his eyebrows together, "what do you mean by that? What the fuck did he say?" He growls.

Jack has been really aggressive the last few weeks.

I stay silent, "tell me, Emmy." There's my soft and cute Jack. I sigh, "he called me a whore."

Jack jumps up. "What!?" He's getting angry, so I hug him to calm him down. It works and he hugs me back tightly. I take in his scent while we stay like that for what seems like an eternity. It feels good though.

And here he is. Jack. He's here for me. Once again. Instead of Luke. Again.

"It's okay, really," I smile. "I tried sleeping in my dorm but it was just too much," I break down as he hugs me.

We end up in his bed, arms wrapped around each other. My head is buried into his neck. He tries to calm me down as I cry quietly.

God I love him so so much.

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Here's some more of Luke's POV.

Who do you think is in the wrong here? Emma, Luke or even Jack?

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