(One more part and we're done with the flashback.)

~Months after~

After Ty's little visit, Emma didn't saw him in dark alley kissing girls anymore. He stopped dating for months now. Both of them haven't cross a single word. Though she felt his eyes burning upon her every time she wasn't looking at him. "Hey girl? Are you alright? You seem distracted." Nalya asked worriedly. Placing her hand on Emma's shoulder.

Emma snapped back to reality by her best friend's voice. She blinked a few times before smiling falsely. "Ah, don't worry Al, I'm fine. Just thinking." Emma placed her hand back on her shoulder and smiled sweetly. But Nalya didn't buy it. "Em, I feel like you're hiding something from me. C'mon, y'know you can trust me right?" Nalya asked. Disappointment and confusion rolling down with her words.

"I know, I know," Emma waved her hands, trying to let her know that she did trust on her. "I'll tell you at later."

Nalya narrowed her eyes at her as Emma smiled sheepishly.

"You win." Nalya said slowly turning to her locker. Emma exhaled relived.

Just then Emma felt some familiar warmth pass behind her. The blonde stood besides her  without say a word; he unlocked his locker. Emma was chewing on her bottom lip. Boy, she missed Chase. Without even mentioning the guilt that hadn't left her mind, it killed her.

"Um. Chase?" Emma called shyly, his hazel eyes glared down coldly. The disdain in his eyes choked her. Not a word spoked by his mouth, just his feel less expression and those creamy lips pursed on a line. "Look, I didn't mean to hurt you Chase." She confessed heartbroken, placing her tiny hands on top of his but he jerked them away harshly.

"How am I not suppose to be hurt? Tell me Emma. Put yourself in my position." He slammed his locker shut, to face her. His eyes flaming with disbelief and jealousy. "I come home, expecting to find my girlfriend covered in the sheets; waiting for me." He closed his eyes, trying to calm down. "Instead I find the playboy of the school on top of my girlfriend, kissing the hell out of her and his hands were beneath her shirt. How am I supposed to feel Emma? Tell me."

The locker room grew awkwardly silence. Students whispering stuff, watching how Chase was fighting to not cry or lose control. As Emma froze in place, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Y-You don't understand Chase...—"

"Damn I understand Emma. I don't have time for this bullshit. I hope you and Ty are happy together." He brush her off and walked away.

She looked at Nalya who looked at her back in disbelief. "I can't believe you Emma." Nalya said. Bursting out the locker room. Yelling: "Chase, wait!"

Everything happened so fast, she couldn't believe it. She stood there dumbfounded. Wishing the ground could just swallow her. The bell rang, dismissing everyone to their homes. Girls pass by her, smacking her shoulder, mumbling "Slut".

Emma sniffed, picking up her backpack. As she walked away, she called Nalya 29 times. They all went to voicemail. When she turn to cross the street, her eyes went blank. Her heart skipped a heartbeat.

There they were. Chase had Nalya pinned against the wall, kissing her passionately. Pulling her closer.

"N-No." Emma whimper, feeling her heart shattered. She turn to run. Run as far as she could, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sobbing heartbroken. She crawled into alley, falling on her knees; crying for forgiveness.

A black butterfly landed on her peacock pendant, it turn immediately black. An eerie,
deep voice spoke on her mind; she had no longer control of herself.

"I can help you seek the revenge you're looking for darling but I'll need a favor in return." 

"I'll prove my words speak the truth. Ty and chase shall suffer my revenge—Sign me up hawkmoth."

(I apologize for any grammar mistakes.)