This is a story about Emma, set the middle of season one. Pretend like Mother and Child Reunion never happened, but there is a teacher in the school named Mr. Jordan. Emma, Manny, J.T., and Toby are best friends, Emma/Sean is not going to happen.

Disclaimer: Do not own Degrassi

I never told anyone before, but I had a huge crush on our science teacher, Mr. Jordan all year. He was always so nice to me, always gave me good grades, and he cared about the environment twice as much as I did. Whenever J.T. or Toby would crack jokes about me, Mr. Jordan gave them a warning, like he was my knight in shining armour.

I walked up the front porch steps or Degrassi with Manny after lunch, and I was secretly anxious to see him.

We walked into the classroom and I could swear I saw Mr. Jordan staring at me, but he turned his attention to the desk. We sat down in our seats, right behind Toby and J.T..

"Last week's tests was extremely difficult, but some of you managed to get 100 percent," he walked over to Manny and handed her the test. "Congrats Manny." Mr. Jordan walked over to J.T. and shook his head. He walked around the class room for a few more minutes handing the tests back, then he came to me.

"Emma, I think you should come to my room after school," he whispered beside me handing me my test. I looked in shook and shoved it into my binder. Mr. Jordan walked to the front of the class room and began his lecture on humus.

"Em, whaddya get?" Manny whispered nosily, trying to get the sheet out of my binder.

"D minus," I muttered, loud enough for only her to hear.

"What? But I studied off of your notes, this doesn't make sense. You are the smart one," she whispered.

"Maybe I'm just stupid," I hissed back, holding tears in. How could I have failed a test? I studied for three days strtaight, I even missed a special documentary on Discovery Network so I could review the notes. I guess I'd find out after school.

!#&

"Emma, it's okay. Everybody does badly sometimes," Mr. Jordan stated, right after school like he promised. We were in his class room, and he sat next to me at his desk.

"I feel so stupid, I got the easy questions wrong," I cried. He drew his chair closer to mine and rubbed my thigh.

"It's okay Emma, you'll get the hang of it, all you need is practice," he whispered in my ear. "How about this: everyday after school, I'll tutor you so you can pass this year, because you are a smart girl. And all tutoring sessions are private so I don't have to tell anyone I'm tutoring you," I solemnly nodded.

"But it will have to be at 4:30 because I have an environmental club meeting right after school at the rec centre," he said.

Could he be more perfect?

At the thought, I wiped my tears away and smiled. "Okay Mr. Jordan." He rubbed my knee farther back and forth until he was rubbing my inner thigh. At this, goosebumps prickled my body and I looked at him. He kept smiling and rubbing my thigh. After a few minutes, we bid goodbye and I rushed home.

!#&

The next day, I wore my new black shorts and Little Miss Save The World t-shirt. At lunch, I sat with Manny.

"Manny, you know what happened yesterday after-school?" I asked placing my tray down on the cafeteria table.

"No," she said, her dimples clueing in she wanted to know.

"Well, Mr. Jordan promised to tutor me everyday for the rest of the term," I spoke.

"Why?"

"Because I did badly on the test, remember?"

"You have to let me see that. You couldn't have failed. And don't you think it's a little drastic? You fail one test and he's tutoring you for the rest of the year?" Manny picked up her slice of pizza and took a huge bite.

"Education cannot be taken lightly Manny," I said biting into a carrot. "He's looking out for me and wants me to do well,"

"Okay then...when is it," she asked.

"From 4:30 to 6:00."

"Whoa! Em, that's really long. What about hanging out after school? Who am I going to hang out with?"

"Stop being so needy," I replied. "You can hang out with Toby and J.T., I'm sure they wouldn't mind your company," I said.

"What won't we mind?" J.T. asked, sitting right next to Manny.

"Emma wants me to hang out with you two because she's going to be with Mr. Jordan everyday for the rest of the year," she said sadly.

"With Mr. Pedophile? Are you sure that's a good idea?" Toby asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked rudely as I turned to him. "He is not a pedophile!"

"Well, I don't know for sure, but we overheard-"

"We were eavesdropping," J.T. interrupted.

"Okay, fine. We were listening to Ashley talk to one of her friends, and she said Mr. Jordan was well...touching her..."

"Well, you don't have to worry guys. I can take care of myself, and I'll prove to you that he isn't. Some people don't like his class because he is so intense about the environment, and may have spread the rumour so he could get fired," I spoke proudly.

"And if he really did, wouldn't she have pressed charges?" Manny asked, not sure whose side to take.

"All I'm saying is be careful Emma," he put a hand on my shoulder. J.T. and Manny choked back a laugh and I took his hand off politely.

!#&

After a grueling second half of the day, I went home to get ready. I ran upstairs to my room and completely tore out my closet.

Should I wear a skirt or a dress? Should I curl my hair or leave it straight? Should I attempt to wear make-up or should I stay natural?

After a few minutes raiding my closet, I came to a realization. I was going to Mr. Jordan for tutoring, not a date. I decided to stay in my regular clothes, but spray a little tropical perfume on myself. I combed my hair a little then went downstairs for a snack.

"Emma, when are you leaving for the tutoring?" Mom asked.

"In an hour, mom. And don't worry, I can walk there," I answered, pulling out a pitcher of orange juice.

"Emma, I want you to do better, so pay close attention," she said playing with my hair.

"I know mom, the mark was a surprise for me too."

"Come right home after, 'kay?" she said putting on some make-up.

"Why, where are you going?"

"I'm going out with my friends, so I hired a baby-sitter."

"Mom! I'm not a little kid, I can take care of myself!"

"I know but I'm going to be out really late and Candace needs the money." I poured myself a glass and bit my tongue, not wanting to give the real reason Candace had no money.

"Love you, bye!" she said kissing my cheek and walking out the door.

!#&

I arrived at the school at precisely 4:28. I held my books close to my chest and made my way throught the hallways. Completely empty. Who knew such a lively school could be so dull at only 4:30?

I walked over to Mr. Jordan's room, and looked through the window. He looked casual as always, and I was glad I didn't dress up. I knocked on the door and he let me in.

"Hey Emma, ready for some science?"

"Yeah," I said shyly, putting my books on the table and sat next to him. We discussed the particle theory, homogeneous mixtures and minerals for about an hour until he went to get a drink. I sat quietly and inspected the room until he came back.

He rubbed my thigh again, and made his way up until he was an inch away from my rear. The hairs on my legs stood up, I was tense all over.

"Relax Emma, it's just us," he spoke softly. "I'm not going to hurt you." He kept rubbing my leg, and I eased up.

"You know, you are a beautiful girl, has anyone told you that?"

"No one besides my mom,"

"Well, you should here it more often, you are very striking. Tall blonde, I'm surprised that you aren't dating anyone."

All the alarms in my body went off. Where was this going? Was he flirting with me? Was this allowed? What if he tried something? Should I stop him? My entire body tensed up.

"It's okay Emma, it's just us," he cooed. I eased a little but was still on defense. He stood up from his chair and picked up his camera.

"I like to take pictures of the students I tutor, smile!" I gave him a shy smile and he took the shot.

"You look beautiful Emma, you really do. Look," he showed me the photograph.

"I look dorky," I laughed as I stood up to leave.

"No, you could never look dorky," he rubbed my arm with his coarse hand. I half-smiled and looked him in the eyes.

His eyes were so brown, like chocolate, and they were so precise. Like he could see your soul with them.

"Hey Emma, before you leave," he handed me a pamphlet. "It's for a junior environmental club. You should join, you are very passionate about the environment."

"Yeah,"

"Emma, remember, tutoring sessions are private," he said sharply. I jumped back a little from his tone. His face softened up.

"You don't want the other students to know you have an advantage over them, because by the end of the term, you will have the highest marks," he said.

"Yeah," I repeated. He hugged me goodbye, and I walked home.

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