“Hello Vivian,” Emma rolled her eyes. “You really love to assume that everyone is as perverse as you. This is my friend, Spencer.”​ “Friend?” Vivian laughed. “That looked a little more than just friendly to me. You just move on from man to man, don’t you? Pretty soon you’ll just have everyone on campus.”​ “I think you’re confusing me with yourself,” Emma spat back.​ “I know how you work. You know you aren’t good enough for any man, so you move on to the next one before the current man finds out.”​ “Excuse me,” Spencer stood up. “I don’t know you, but you have the wrong idea. Emma is my friend, and you are incredibly rude.”​ People had begun to gather around them due to the commotion.​ “Let me guess,” Vivian continued. “You’re rich and successful. That’s her type, you know. You looked like you could be smart, but it looks like you’ve fallen for her tricks, just like all the rest of them.”​ “That’s enough!” Emma stood. “Say what you want about me, but leave

Evening had settled in by the time Emma packed up her dorm room. Her old duffel bag was stuffed with her things. She welcomed the time alone. It allowed her to think and sort out the news she had just heard. Had someone told her that Will would take down her arch nemesis, she would laugh at them. But in the same vein, she remembered how he had saved her from Maurice. ​ “Why can’t I figure him out?” she asked the room. “What does he really want from me?” She pondered this on the way back to the apartment. Will was an enigma, a riddle she would never be able to solve. ​ “Have you had a productive day, Miss Emma?” Jack asked as he loaded her bag into the car.​ “I think so. It will be strange not coming back here. It feels like I’m leaving part of myself behind.”​ “You have a new life to look forward too,” he said in reference to her upcoming marriage.​ “Yes,” she forced a smile. “I do. It will take some getting used to, I suppose.”​ “Mr. Stewart is a good person.

Before Emma could answer, Will snatched her up in a searing kiss. It felt like an eternity since she had kissed him. While her body was more than willing to keep this up, her mind knew that it was little too much for a wedding ceremony. She tried to pull away, but Will crushed her against him, not allowing her to escape. *God, I missed this,* she thought when she couldn’t fight it any longer. She threw her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Loud cheers erupted around them. The crowd believed that they were passionately in love. Who wouldn’t after a kiss like that?​ The cameras went wild when he released her. She was sure their kiss would be plastered on every magazine cover. It was the passionate kiss of the most celebrated newlyweds in the city. ​ They arrived at the reception, and even more cameras were present. The extravagant reception sparkled with what appeared to be thousands and thousands of crystals. Garlands of them hung from the ceiling casting glittering l

Emma frowned, as though she still wasn’t all there yet.​ “Ugh, my head is killing me,” she mumbled.​ “Do you have any recollection of this evening’s events?” he teased.​ “Too loud,” she protested. “Make it stop.”​ Will chuckled and kissed her forehead and got up to leave, but Emma grabbed his arm. He looked back at her. Her eyes were hooded and red, and her face and lips puffy from crying. But something about that raw vulnerability made her look irresistible.​ “Stay,” he commanded. When he didn’t move, Emma pulled him back down to the bed and climbed on top of him. She crashed her lips on his in a scorching kiss. Will was equally surprised and turned on by her boldness, but he would not keep this up if she was still drunk.​ “Emma,” he reluctantly pushed her away. “You’re too drunk for this. You need to rest.”​ “What’s wrong?” she asked as she began to undress him. “Don’t you want me?”​ “Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Will muttered to himself. “A while ago you

Emma tried to look away, but it was too late. Spencer called her over.​ “Emma!” he called. “Don’t go. Come here.” Emma reluctantly walked over. “This is my friend,” he said to the woman he was arguing with. “I’d like to speak with her. Can you leave us?”​ “But I…”​ “Please, just go.”​ The woman glared at Emma, but said nothing else and left. Emma felt a surge of disappointment. Spencer had always seemed so sweet, but it turned out he was just like Will. ​ “Sorry I missed you at the final,” he said. “How about grabbing a cup of coffee or something now that I have you?​ “Oh yeah, sure,” Emma agreed. She was reluctant to go with him. But she had no reason to say no. ​ “Great, I know this great spot. It’s right down the street.”​ “Okay.”​ “Sorry I used you like that just now,” he said as they walked. “That was my ex. She, um, cheated on me and now is trying to get me to take her back. I saw you and figured I could use you to get away from her.”​ “Oh