The Swap - Part 6
by Athirah Roslan
Jeremy received a text message on Emma's phone from her friend, Sarah.
Emma - I heard about you and Jeremy. Mind telling me what the hell is going on?
What do you mean?
OMG. Please don't tell me that you've forgiven him for what he did?!
I honestly expected more from you.
You swore that you would never end up with someone like him. ESPECIALLY him.
I don't understand.
Are you serious right now??! The party I made you go to with me so I wouldn't have to go alone??
You wanted to stay home, but I made you go out. I still kind of blame myself for making you go out...you really didn't want to...
Typical Jeremy was in his usual state...pounding drinks and shamelessly flirting with all of the swooning girls around him.
He kept making advances at you, but you were sober and he was basically browning out at that stage, so you kept trying to push him away.
He just couldn't understand how a 'girl like you' wouldn't want to hook-up with him. You were like the only girl at the party who wasn't interested in him.
Then he grabbed you and just kissed you. And you freaked out and tried to find me and leave.
BUT THEN HE GRABBED YOU BY THE WRIST AND TRIED TO FORCE YOU TO GO UPSTAIRS WITH HIM!!!
YOU KEPT SAYING NO AND HE WAS A TOTAL AND COMPLETE ASSHOLE.
REMEMBER???!!!!!!
Oh, um - yeah. I can't believe that I forgot about that.
Yeah...I also can't believe you 'forgot' about that!!
He's not a good guy, Emma.
You're right, Sarah. I don't know what I've been thinking.
I'm only reminding you of all of this, bc I don't want you to get hurt.
You deserve someone who's going to respect you.
Just seriously think about it, ok?
Whatever you decide...I'll be there for you. No matter what.
Jeremy stared at the phone in shock and confusion.
Faded memories of the party begin to cross his mind...
But he couldn't remember anything except for when he first laid eyes on Emma.
We really need to talk.
Sounds serious. What's up?
Why didn't you tell me, Emma?
The real reason why you hate me so much? The party.
Stop. We don't need to go there.
I'm not going to pretend that it didn't happen...because it did happen.
I was horrible. How could I not remember you?
How could I not remember what I did to you?
Because it's not worth remembering!
I really hate being reminded of what happened that night. I'm just trying to block it out for good, ok?
So - just drop it, ok? Please.
I tried to take advantage of you, Emma!!
You weren't supposed to remember anything that happened that night.
You were really drunk. You weren't thinking straight.
That's bullshit. We have to talk about this.
I've spent months living it up - guilt-free - and without any repercussions to my actions toward you.
Who told you?
That doesn't fucking matter now.
Tell me. What exactly happened that night?
I went to the party with Sarah.
She forced me to go so she wouldn't have to go alone.
I basically just hid in a corner the whole time, waiting for Sarah to want to go, until you came up to me.
I knew who you were. I wanted to talk to you too. But I acted like I didn't. I mean - you don't have the best reputation.
But, you were charming. And obviously hot. You made me swoon.
Emma...I'm sorry.
No. You asked for it, so now you're getting every single detail about what happened that night.
I thought I'd give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe people were just talking shit and you were really a good guy.
So...I decided to reserve judgement and give you a chance.
Then - you just kissed me. Without warning.
Why didn't you push me away?
The kiss itself wasn't the problem, Jeremy.
It was actually even kind of sweet.
It's what happened immediately after that just wasn't cool.
You became really aggressive, really quickly.
And it became clear to me that you would never approach a girl like me just to have a nice conversation. All you wanted to do was sleep with me.
So, I punched you in the face and got out of the party ASAP.
There. Full details. Happy?
That explains why my cheek was bruised the next morning.
I don't know how I forgot all of that. And how no one else reminded me?
Everyone else was plastered at that point, too.
Emma, I'm truly sorry for what I did. For kissing you without asking.
And especially for trying to take advantage of you.
I'm so far from the guy who you saw that night.
I wish I could believe that. I really do.
You know...maybe if we'd met under different circumstances...I could've actually really liked you.
But, I just can't get that night out of my mind.
And I was really hurt that you didn't remember it at all.
Just confirmed the fact that you probably do that all the time...and don't remember any of the girls you hook up with.
You're nothing like any of the other girls I've ever been with, Emma. Please. You have to believe me.
I am so sorry for everything.
Emma.
I'm so, so sorry.
Please, don't ignore my texts again.
Emma?
Can you at least reply my messages?
Emma hated being reminded of the pain Jeremy caused her that night.
So, she decided to ignore his texts.
She hated the fact that, deep down, she did have feelings for him.
She didn't want to be like every other girl who fell for his charms.
And, he really did treat her so poorly that night. And didn't even remember the way he acted!
How could Emma let herself fall in love with someone like that?
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