The Next Chapter (NEW VERSION)

Chapter 28

—Emily's POV—

"Well, you're definitely not driving it, and don't worry, I've had my driver's license for a while now." I say as I struggle to take Jake outside. "Will you walk faster? You're very heavy."

"Correction. I'm very muscular."

"Ugh... Just straighten your back and take steady steps." We keep walking and finally make it outside. He seems a bit less drunk, and I hope that the fresh air will help him. But about two seconds later he throws up...On the both of us. "Jake!" I push him to the side and look at my shirt. It's covered in vomit. I look over to him and he's throwing up again. Dear God... This is going to be harder than I thought. After the second time he threw up he said that he was fine, so we went to his car. "I know this is your car and that I shouldn't care but please try to not throw up in here." I say as I drive out of the parking lot. But then it hits me. "I have no idea where you live." He takes his phone out and after some time he shows me an address on the GPS. He has a phone holder in his car, so I take the phone and put it there.

It takes about ten minutes to drive to his apartment and once there he tells me where to park. I step out and walk over to his door, opening it and helping him to get to the doorway of the apartment building. I let go of him and turn around. "Where are you going?" He says and sits down on a bench by the door.

"Home." I answer. "And don't sit here, go to the elevator."

"Not now. Everything's spinning." He says. "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." He abruptly says. They don't live together? But they're engaged. As in to be married. And they don't live together? Maybe there's a reason, maybe she has a sick mom or dad and has to stay home and take care of them? 'Cause how can you not live with someone you're engaged to? And especially Jake. I couldn't have stayed away even if-

No...

No.

Bad thoughts. Why am I thinking of that? Not even one hour with him and he's already messing up my head.

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

"Right, yeah sorry." I walk over to him and help him up from the bench.

"You stink."

"And who's fault is that?" I say and click on the button to the elevator. His hands rise in defense and suddenly his expression changes. "No! You're not throwing up again!" I frantically look around the lobby for something he can throw up in.

He then places a hand on my shoulder. "I'm f- I'm fine. Just get me to my apartment quickly." He does not look fine, but I do as he says. He lives on the seventh floor, and he struggles a while with the keys before the door opens. I offered to help him but he wanted to do it himself saying, 'My apartment, my opening the door.' It didn't make much sense but he's drunk.

The second the door opened he went straight in and I heard a door shut. Probably the bathroom. All the vomiting aside, the apartment is amazing. Very modern and open.

Once you enter the apartment you're facing the living room, which by the way has windows from floor to ceiling, a big tv on the wall with two couches and one armchair. There's a small table by the couches and a bookshelf on the wall by the window, which is also from floor to ceiling. 

When you then take a right turn you're looking at the open kitchen which has dark brown cabinets with white details, a big refrigerator, and a big freezer, the oven, and stove look amazing and there's a huge window above the sink. Between the living room and the kitchen, there's a small eating area with a table and four chairs. When you take a left from the living room there's a big room and a staircase to the left wall.