Set Season 5. SHOOTING DIDN'T HAPPEN. Jay/Emma didn't happen!
Emma's point of view:
The main problem, I reflected as I absently worked on a sheet of pH equations, was that I wasn't a violent type of person. I had no experience with violence. I was an only child before Baby Jack was born which could explain a lot, and I had a very 'open communication' relationship with my mother (We never fought..least more than 15 minutes). But other than that, nada! I had a reputation to protect.
Which was why the very idea of a girl like me beating the crap out of someone was entirely hilarious. Especially if said someone was a, rich-ass, popular, principles son. Peter Stone.. aka, the guy who taped my best friends boobs and showed it to the WHOLE school, which led her to be kicked out of her house and moved into mine (which I loved, to be honest, Manny was like a sister!). Still though, Peter Stone needed to be taught a lesson.. Manny had given the idea that I go in and seduce him, but that just made my skin crawl. Can't believe for a second when we had met him that I actually thought I liked him. Looking at him now make me sick to my stomach.
I sighed, as I leaned forward in my chair in Degrassi's Library. I was tutoring, and I tried to explain to the other student I was teaching, "Only by taking the negative log of your H3O can you find out the pH," I intoned, showing him my chemistry binder.
"Okay, nerd." he growled and went back to scratching out some angsty poetry on his arm with a blue Uniball. He was some emo I didn't even know the name but hey, I wasn't that popular either. Though yes my 'nerd' status confused a lot of people because I was, 'idealistically', the ideal girl of a mans wet dream; Long blonde hair, hazel brown eyes, tall model like figure, but my loud mouth probably ruined it all. I liked to protest, I loved the environment, and I liked school. Sue me! So that's when I'm sure I confused a lot of guys/old boyfriends when they thought I was only all beauty but *Gasp* ! I was all brain too and could actually care less about the outside of humans. I just tried to make myself feel better whenever a relationship didn't work and insisted it was because I was smarter than them and they couldn't deal with it. (That was it..right?)
I went on trying to teach this emo some math and science, "If you are given the pH and wish to find the H3O then you must remember that H3O is equal to ten to the negative pH. Any monkey knows that."
Emo-punk boy gave me the finger. He was hardcore like that. He was also any monkey. He decided to slam his books shut and declared, "I'm over this. This isn't for me."
"Education..isn't for you?" I couldn't help but try to at least hide my smug smirk, but he saw it and scowled more. I rolled my eyes and shrugged, "Fine." What a jerk. Degrassi was just FILLED with these jerks
Wait a minute. That was it! To beat a jerk down, hire another bigger, badder jerk!
I glanced over at emo-punk boy. He was now defacing his desk with his house keys. "Hey.." I drifted off, a little hesitant to ask..
He pretended not to hear me.
"Say you wanted someone to I don't know, maybe teach some guy a lesson physically. Who...who would you call?" Damn, how do you say that innocently?
At first, emo-punk boy looked like he was about to reply with something stupid, like 'the ghostbusters; but then it looked like he eyed me more closer, saw that I was serious and then gave me his undivided attention. I had finally snagged his full interest with talks of violence, the uncultured heathen. "I'd go find someone at Lakehurst.. They can totally fuck you up."
A gang of angry guys almost killing Peter to death..no, no as NICE as that sounded, Emma was looking more for one guy just to scare Peter away for good, not murder him.
The girl in front of me turned around. She was wearing a baggy 'Lord of the Rings' t-shirt and had frizzy, bleach-blond hair, dark brown roots and a retainer. "No no, if you wanna get a big old ass-whooping going on then those crazy Arab guys is where the pain's at." She pronounced Arab 'A-Rab' because she was classy like that. "They're pissed off 'cause people stereotype them and think they're all terrorists. They don't speak a lotta English but if you point out someone you hate and do a few punching moves, they get what you mean."
I smiled uneasily, "I was looking for something a little more subtle actually. Like just one guy, you know?"
"If you wanna fly solo then Sean Cameron's probably your man," Emo-punk boy replied. "That guy can rage out so hard when someone pisses him off. I've seen him in a lot of fights before."
"Remember the two guys he beat up when he even had a broken wrist last year?" Lord of the Rings piped up.
"Put one of the guys into ICU for like a month too," emo-punk boy added as Lord of the Rings nodded knowingly and slid around her retainer.
This was all sensational news to me. "I've never heard of this guy.." I tried to remember, but..me and guys like that stood miles away from another. Bad news.
They both exchanged significant looks. "That's 'cause you're a big time nerd or always around school meetings...closest Sean's ever been to the office is for detention."
Ouch. Well alright, I guess I did find my guy. Good thing I volunteered at the hospital all month and got a nice $100 check. Maybe this Sean guy would take it in return for beating the crap of Peter Stone for ruining my best friend's life... (And also cause the guy wouldn't stop following me around. Get it in your head that I don't want you. Who in the right mind would think a girl thought you were irresistible once you taped her best friend like that? He was absolutely revolting).
I was suddenly excited to meet this Sean Cameron.
After English class, I had a free period. I dumped my books into my locker, retrieved my lunch and drifted around asking random people if they knew where I could find this character. No one knew for sure; I mean most people have heard about him but I guess he barely came to school. But then I heard he was Jay Hogart's friend (boy did I know him, loved to start his daily harassing with me.)
And a place like Jay Hogart would hangout was out in the back of the school smoking pot, OR, doing worst at the ravine. Don't even get me started about the ravine. My environmental club usually always went there to clean up all the drugs, litter, and used condoms that I'm pretty sure, weren't all used. That's where a lot of 'harlots' from school got knocked up. Place was trash..literally.
"We are so NOT going out there!" Manny held me back from going, the wind blowing in our hair but more Manny's since she had the nicest, longest brown hair. The boys at school loved her! Sometimes too much, aka Craig Mannings and Peter Stone. I wish she would find a guy who would treat her right..I also wished she stopped moving so fast like a cheetah whenever she met a new guy.. Other than that though, loved her! Like a sister, remember? Me and Manny, best friends since I convinced her in 2nd grade to stick a crayon up her nose. I was the more 'controlling and organized' friend where Manny was the hot and sexy type friend. I flunked out there, didn't I?
I waved her off easily, hissing at her over my shoulder, "Fine, you don't have to..but I am!".
Manny watched me leave with horror in her eyes, biting her lower lip and looking around. It wasn't like I was going to get murdered! I was always 'out-spoken' like this, I guess you could say.
I wandered to a bright orange civic, and I approached two intimidating looking, definitely from the other side of the tracks, two pairs of thugs. Oh my god, I just said thugs. Maybe not thugs, but bad boys. You know? White wife beater and all. I mean this other guy next to Jay was seriously wearing a wife- beater, usually it was funny cause when most guys in school wore them, they didn't fill them out; but Sean Cameron looked like he was going to burst it wide open like the incredible hulk.
I sucked in a big breath and got closer.
Bad boys were not my thing. But this one was quite handsome. I didn't like hair longer than an inch either, but as he tucked his behind his ears and ran his fingers through it I wondered what it was like. It was light brown and wavy, and other than his body being totally fit and shaped.. his face was something beautiful. Pierce blue eyes when they looked at me, dark shaped eyebrows, a cute button nose and- oh, they're looking at me.
"Hi." I simply greeted. How odd did it look, me standing with these guys? I was wearing a short white summer dress with even a fashion flower accessory in my curly hair on the left side. I probably looked like some poor girl stuck between two thugs. Oh god, I said thugs again..and I'm wearing a freakin FLOWER in my hair.
Jay Hogart had the scowl of all scowls but exhaled the smoke from his cigerette slowly, "Greenpeace." ah, that beautiful nickname of mine, from him to me that went viral.
I smiled tightly, waving in front of my face, not to wave in greement, but to get the smoke away from me. Both of the guys blinked, not noticing why or what was bothering me. Second hand killed you know?!
I looked at Sean Cameron, and he didn't seem interested in me being here but rather curious.. untrustworthy. Ahem, who was the juvenile with a horrible school record here? Not me!
..it-it's him by the way. Incase you didn't get it. He's the juvenile..and untrustworthy. I think?
I finally asked, "Are you Sean Cameron?"
Sean squinted his eyes, eyeing me up and down before slight nodding before tilting his head probably in wonder to what the hell a girl like me could want from a guy like him.
"Can I talk to you?" I glanced at Jay and taunted, "alone?"
"He's not single, Nelson." Jay said matter of factly and sarcastically, knowing that wasn't what I was here for but Jay Hogart was an ass like that.
"Yet you still are?" I shot back snappily, "How odd." again, sarcasm. What kind of girls went for jerks like Jay? Oh right, tons. For some reason.
Sean actually chuckled a bit, eyeing between us. Now I come to realize I'm shocked I haven't seen him before, if he was such good friends with Jay, he would of noticed we were at anothers throats all the time and it was too bad he hadn't seen it all cause he looked damn well amused.
Sean gave Jay one 'cool' nod and with that, Jay was gone without another fussy word. I glared, watching him go.
I tried to clear my throat, feeling nervous. How do I say this? "So.." I size him up as he does it back to me, "You're like, tough and all right?"
"I have a girlfriend.." he told me flatly but his eyes still wondering. I want to poke those eyes out when they land on around my curves and quickly at my check and his eyes daze off. I want to repeat what he just said to me back to him smartly, but I shut my mouth for once.
"I nod knowingly," I replied, nodding knowingly.
He snickered only a little bit, and gazed back up into my eyes before boredly up at the sky. "What do you want?"
I sighed, and finally put my bag on the red car I was leaning on and went to get to the point until he snapped, "Don't put your bag on my car,"
Geeze, talk about a bad attitude! I rolled my eyes since I didn't even know it was HIS car. "How about we forget your car and I give you $100 to beat someone up?"
Sean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "...what?"
"I have it on sorta good authority that you're the man for solo jobs when it means violence," I bragged sarcastically, "I'd do it myself but sometimes I have trouble opening heavy doors because my arms are like noodles... then comes the hard part, punching. I have no muscle" I try not to look at his again, cause I kinda get distracted.
He rubbed his eyes with his fist and that made me wanna tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead. For how incredibly hot he was, he was at the same time so adorable too. "You want me to hurt someone for you?" he stared at me incredulously.
"That would be nice." I nod.
"Who?"
"Peter Stone." I sway a little in my spot. Usually this made me look 'cute'. . least, my mother always fell for it.
Sean's eyebrows shot up. Everyone knew Peter, he was one of the most popular and the most shitty guys in the entire school, and the principles son. No one messed with him, which wasn't because he was scary, hell no it was because he was a mama's boy. Fight Peter, you get the wrath of Mrs H.
Seans eyes were unreadable but his voice seemed more serious now. "Why him?"
I dumped my schoolbag onto the ground so as not to further offend Sean and his 'precious baby' car. Now came the crucial parts. "Do you know who Manny Santos is?"
A grin slowly appeared on his face as he crossed his arms.
I rolled my eyes, "So you do, and you've seen the tape clearly."
"The 'I'm gonna be famous' girl." Sean nodded, "he did that?"
"Yup. And she's my best friend." As I spoke, I noticed a fat orange caterpillar oozing along the ground right between me and Sean. As I bent down, I continued, "She lost her friends, got kicked out of her house, and she's living with me now, and the guy is still harressing her and he thinks it's alright to harass me too.." I scooped up the little guy and moved him to the grass just a few feet away before I went back to Sean with a deep inhale, "So I want Peter to get what he deserves, and to know to stay the hell away from Manny."
"and you.." Sean recalled, eyeing me down now. He was probably weirded out I just helped that little caterpillar but I couldn't help it. It's who I was. "He's harressing you too?"
"I don't care much for that," I waved it off, "Just teach him a lesson, and tell him to stay away from Manny, which generally means me too since me and her are like inseperatable. Ou! Getting the tape would be nice too, so we could crush it."
He narrowed his eyes, "You're serious about this?"
I nodded bravely "ya."
"So what do you want me to do exactly?"
"I've got it all figured out." I was proud as I'd been plotting and planning ever since two weeks ago. "Peter's having a big party this weekend 'cause his parents are going away right? You could do it there?" I offered suggestively, "And I'll give you $100 just to do it. I don't know, you could...break his arm, give him a black eye, just threaten him to stay away."
It was silent for a moment, I had really thought Sean was going to laugh and blow it off, say no. . but then he didn't.
Sean suddenly grinned, rubbing his chin and looked around the parking lot. We were still alone. He looked back at me and said, "You haven't told me your name yet."
I thought about that. I guess I hadn't. "Emma Nelson," I shrugged, because it wasn't a big deal, we were just doing business right now.
He nodded, his smile fading but his eyes twinkling, "We got a deal, Emma."
Wow, the way he said my name, is was like- UGh, what am I thinking? Bad boys, not my type, remember? Legs-suddenly-feeling like jello. Uh oh.
He put his hand out, and I was scared to shake it. I mean this guy had biceps the size of my head, would he crush my hand ? No, by the way, my hand felt safe in his as we shook on it.
He smiled again, with big dimples carving deeply in his cheeks, "You're fucked up Emma Nelson, you know that?" yet, as he said this to me, he grinned wider.
He had to be messed up too then.
"Manny tells me that all the time, only she says 'coo-coo bananas' instead of 'fucked up'." I sighed wretchedly and stared off into the distance. "And still she's my best friend and I'm doing this for her." I smiled knowingly, "I'm protective of my friends. She loves me for my flaws, and I accept hers" I roll my eyes, "God knows theres many.." I spoke out loud as I counted on my fingers, "Craig, that pregnancy thing, that abortion thing, now a sex tape-"
"Forget the money," Sean said abruptly, jostling me from my list of Manny mishaps, but geez, I wasn't perfect either.
That took me a moment to register, "Really? But you'll do it?" I tilted my head wondering.
He shrugged, "A girl doesn't deserve that and Peter Stone is a dick."
I smiled in triumph, but then had to ask one more time, "Are you sure you don't want any money?" I can't help but feel there is a catch.
"Yeah." He gazed at me, all dark and mysterious like. "I want you instead."
Well that was something you didn't hear every day.
He couldn't elaborate further as Mrs Kwan chose that moment to stick her head out her classroom window and shrieked for Sean to get to her class.
"We're all waiting on you Mr Cameron!" she, so sarcastically, yelled from the window and nodded over her shoulder to send the hint the whole class was in there but him.
"I'll find you later Emma," he said and chuckled before walking off.
I was too shocked to reply, or grab him before he went. What the hell did he mean by he wanted me instead?!
REVIEWS! I wanna see if anyones reading. I completed alot of my other stories on the weekend and got no reviews for it. So if there isn't much reviews, I just won't go on with this either cause I'm taking up a lot of time to do this lol. Maybe everyone is moving on from Semma :(