[A/N: This is obviously a rather AU plot with a complete crackship. But I thought I'd give 'Jimogen' a run. The chapter will break into a different point of view and the name will be bolded to decipher who's point of view it is, either Jake's or Imogen's. But I hope you enjoy if you do take the time to read!]

Jake Martin had found himself at the same spot he always was every morning at promptly 7:50. With ten minutes until the first class of the day and feeling worn down from the night of renovation with his dad, the boy moved around the scattered books in his locker, attempting to find his English notebook in the clutter. An unknown sneer appeared on his face as he retracted, his hands placing themselves on his head as he stared into the locker with dismay.

"Hey," A soft voice said from beside him. His green eyes averted towards the owner of the voice and if he hadn't been tainted with manners, he would have rolled his eyes and groaned. The last thing he needed was a bit of ex-girlfriend drama to start off his day, but that's what was being dished out. He kept his cool though, his hands falling from his caramel hair to his sides quickly.

"Hi you," Jake spoke up ever so nonchalantly, his eyes moving away from the small girl beside him to the abyss known as his locker. He wasn't sure why Clare Edwards was bothering him so early in the morning. He had made it clear when they broke up that, yes, they'd be civil. But that was for the sake of their parents. He, by no means, wanted to be her friend. He explained to her that it meant potential drama, but in reality, Jake just didn't want to see her happy now that she was back with a fully medicated Eli. Occasionally, he'd see the two of them hand in hand in the hallways, stealing kisses from one another when they were sure no teachers were stalking around. And the smile on her face with Eli was always more genuine than any of the ones she had shared with Jake. He pushed the thought from his head, though, upon realizing that the girl hadn't said word after their short greeting and was just staring at him. Hand in locker and a furrowed brow, he looked down at her, "Need something, Edwards?"

"What? No." Clare stumbled over her words as she tore her gaze away from him and pulled her bag closer to her, searching for something. He gave a light half smile, rolling his eyes. She always had a tendency to make situations that much more awkward; she was the kind of girl to wear her heart on her sleeve. He was the complete opposite of that, but he admired the people were boldly able to put themselves out there, with the chance that their emotions could be ridiculed. She pulled a familiar notebook and a brown paper bag out of her purse, her eyes meeting his again and raised his eyebrows almost sarcastically, as if he was bored with the situation. He could tell she had sensed it, because with a light eyeroll, she pushed the notebook and bag forward. "Here. You left this at my house after church with our parents. And my mom wanted me to give you this. She says growing boys need home-cooked meals every once in a while."

Tentatively, Jake took the notebook and bag from her grip. The black composition book had the word 'English' scribbled in his chicken scratch cross it and the bag seemed heavy with food. A smile appeared on his face; so Clare Edwards could come with good after all. He looked down at her, "Tell your mom I said thanks. And uh, a special thanks to you for bringing this back to me." He turned the notebook in his hands, grinning a bit before placing the lunch into his locker.

"No problem," Clare grumbled as he slammed his locker door shut. Before he had a chance to say anything else and without a goodbye or 'have a nice day,' the girl in the purple polo turned on her heel and walked down the hallway. Jake watched for a brief moment before shaking his head. His thoughts were consuming him, bitter, negative ones at that. He wasn't sure how he had taken his first weeks at Degrassi and already made it a mess with relationship drama. He should have known the minute he saw the change of long hair to small curls and no glasses, that Clare Edwards had changed. She was no longer the quiet girl who read her books in the shade at the cottage; she had drama all over her.

With a curt sigh, Jake turned around, ready to head off to his English class and the joys of the Scarlet Letter. But in his swift moment, he immediately bumped harshly into someone, sending his notebook and their notebook flying to ground as the person nearly fell back. Without even a moment of thought, Jake reached out and grabbed a flailing hand, catching the stranger swiftly. His eyes fell down to her brown ones hidden behind a frame and he realized this was no stranger at all. Pulling her up, he gave a polite smile, "Sorry, Imogen. I didn't see you there."

"No problem, not many people do." The small girl in pigtails shrugged, readjusting her glasses with the hand that wasn't still in Jake's. His eyebrows pulled together as he stared at her. He had spent a good week working on a disastrous play with her and had heard plenty of comments fall from her mouth that had made him shift under the heavy weight of uncomfortable tension. But he could never get over how she so freely allowed herself to shine a light to the awkward things in the room. This moment was no different.

He retracted his hand quickly, huffing slightly as he leaned down and picked up their notebooks. Jake Martin wasn't the type to look past the ladies though. If he had learned one thing in his time up by the lake, it was that every girl had their special perk. And as his eyes trailed up while he stood up, he noticed the simple curve and nice tan of Imogen's seemingly smooth legs. He smirked a bit to himself as he handed the pink notebook back to her, raising his eyebrows, "Right. Well, I have to head to class. It was nice bumping into you. Literally."

He was just about to turn when Imogen's next few words stopped him in his tracks. "English, yeah. Should be a fun quiz on the chapters we were supposed to read." His eyes moved back to hers and a million thoughts ran through his head. Most prominently, it was that he wasn't aware there was a quiz and he hadn't read any new chapters of the book. But he remained calm about his probably plummeting grade as he stared down at the girl before him, looking ever so innocently back.

"How did you know my next class was English?" He questioned without much thought to her words. If he was thinking straight, he would have picked up on the pronoun 'we,' and would have been able to put two and two together. But in the moment, he was just confused and a little put off by her knowledge of his schedule.

There was a pause between them as the girl studied his face for a moment. He felt like he was being put under a microscope when all he wanted was a simple answer. "We have it together. We've had English together all semester," Imogen spoke with a light sneer in her tone, the explanation sounding like bombs against battlefield to him. His face softened when he realized that she was in no wrong; he'd just automatically jumped to the worst idea of her. Shrinking back a bit and squaring his shoulders, he cleared his throat.

"I didn't know that we had a class together," He stuttered a bit, unsure of what to say. He felt like a jerk. And though he had the tendency to do things that weren't exactly considered 'nice,' this was completely unintentional. He was caught off-guard by her need to call him out on the ordeal and just stand there, but whether he wanted to believe it or not, he was the one who had done wrong here.

"We have two classes together," She countered, her voice steady as she eyed him accusingly. About a month into the new semester, Jake had no excuse as to why he didn't know this and she did. Still, he gave a slight nod as he looked over her head with ease, his height coming to his advantage while he looked over the crowds of students filing to class. He was at a loss for words, not sure if he should apologize. The only thing he knew was that if Imogen kept staring at him like this, he'd spontaneously combust under the pressure of the terrible situation.

Momentarily, he scolded himself for being able to be so melodramatic within his thoughts. But when the girl finally rolled her eyes and turned on the heel of her combat boots, she walked down the hall, clutching her pink notebook against her chest. Jake watched for a moment, his eyes taking in the back of her thighs. Her khaki uniform skirt was worn high-waisted and the knee-high white socks she sore with her combat boots allowed him to take in the bare skin of her thighs. As uncomfortable as she made him feel, she made up for it with her long, lean legs. He sighed, feeling like the ultimate asshole. Jogging up to her, he gave her a smile as they made a turn to get to class, "So that quiz."

Imogen Moreno had really had enough of boys treating her like dirt. As she stared up at Jake Martin, her eyes studying his features, she couldn't have cared any less how uncomfortable her steady gaze was making him. They had spent a month in both English and Algebra II together but apparently, she didn't matter enough to be noticed. When was she ever noticed? The girl had spent two years at Degrassi and people in red polos were still asking for her name. She felt herself scoffing as she turned on her heel away from him, his eyes obviously interested in anything but her - unless it came to her uncovered legs. Not even an apology had come from the boy and she really wasn't sure she'd care if he gave one.

From day one, Jake had made quite the mark on the ladies of Degrassi and none were immune to his stupid half smile or the way he deep voice managed to get lower as he spoke quietly to just one girl. Imogen, on the other hand, had found his mask of popularity and 'suave manners' to be rather disgusting. She questioned the sanity of any girl who didn't see his real intention. Then again, maybe they were just doped up on the idea that he might stick to just them if he got to know them. She knew the feeling of that undying hope.

She wasn't able to linger on the thought though, the sound of sneakers on the hallway tiles saving her from herself. She looked up to see Jake himself giving her a fake smile. She knew them when she saw them; the smile failed to reach his golden speckled green eyes. She glanced up at him quizzically though, unsure of why he was even walking beside her. His next couple words explained himself clearly, "So that quiz."

His thought trailed off as they entered the classroom, the bell ringing above them right on cue. Miss Dawes was still writing her lesson upon the whiteboard and as Imogen took her seat in the last row, right behind Prince Charming himself, he turned around in his seat, giving her that stupid false grin. She stared blankly at him, her hands cupping her cheeks as her elbows rested themselves on the wooden desk. Kids around them chatted mindlessly, most likely about the chapters of the book, all attempting to gather information from one another before the papers were passed out and the room was pulled into a silence.

"So tell me, Imogen, what was your favorite part of the reading?" Jake asked ever so slyly, his arms crossing his chair. Obviously this was his way of attempting to grasp onto any bit of knowledge of the classic piece of literature - someone hadn't done the reading. But Imogen actually loved the book - and that was a shock, as the girl usually found classics to drone on with boring details. Hester Prynne, the heroin, was someone she thought a lot of girls at Degrassi could take from though. She made a few mistakes, but stood by them and never regretted a single moment. She was bold, protective, strong and fearless. But these were statements she kept to herself as she emotionlessly blinked at the boy in front of her.

In a swift movement, she leaned back in her chair, her arms folding over her chest. She glanced down at her notebook, a small smile placing itself on her face, "Well, I enjoyed the part where the flirtatious and demeaning womanizer is burned at the stake for his adultery and less classy Casanova ways." She really didn't care much for Jake's opinion, especially not of her, so the light sneer on his lips that had appeared didn't faze her in the least.

Leaning forward, he pulled the book from his messenger bag and placed it face down on Imogen's desk. She looked at it as he pointed the description, her eyes falling on the words 'cowardly lover and her aging, vengeful husband.' She smirked; Jake Martin was a lot smarter than he seemed. And he confirmed it as he scoffed sarcastically, "I'm sure on of these two men are definitely considered their own kind of womanizer."

Miss Dawes began talking over the strong buzz of a million conversations going at once and Imogen looked up at Jake, her half smile never faltering in the least. "Guess you won't know until after you fail the quiz."

Taking his book back with a worried frown and still a bit of anger evidence in the way he furrowed his brow, Jake turned around, placing the book back into his bag as he sneered softly, "You're despicable."

Papers were being passed back down the rows and as Jake handed Imogen her quiz, she made eye contact with him, raising an eyebrow as she countered his less than swoon worthy comment to her, "And you're just bothered that there's someone who doesn't find you to be as great as you hold yourself up to be." With that, the room went to a complete dull silence. Jake didn't respond, but as both students were able to take a glance at what they'd be graded on, the boy sunk in his seat while Imogen allowed her smug smile to showcase while the answers came with ease.