Emma/Sean, Emma/Chris, Emma/Jay, I've heard it all! So I've decided to do a story for each. Starting with the hard one, Emma/Jay. DON'T FREAK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just read, and maybe you'll like it! I MIGHT change it to Emma/Sean or Emma/Chris if I don't like writing the pairing, but...

BUT IF I GET ONE FLAME I SWEAR IT WILL STAY THE SAME NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!!!

Ok.... now that that's out of my system, here's the story

((EmJay=o.o))

Jay watched with amusement as his good buddy, Sean, stormed into the room. His lips were pursed tightly together, as if he was afraid he might scream, and his eyes were wide and dark with anger. He was silent for a long while after entering the tech lab. That is, until he tried to kick a hole in the wall. The loud slam of shoe against concrete could be heard resounding throughout the school. Jay chuckled.

"Somethin' botherin' you, killer?" Jay asked, amused but concerned.

Sean laughed bitterly. "Me and Emma ... we're history."

"Again?"

"For real this time." Sean answered, his head hung as if he were ashamed. "It's over."

Jay had heard those words before. Sean and that blonde chick, Emma, were on-and-off like a tv soap opera. He didn't know what kept Sean's interest. She wasn't even that pretty. Sure, he'd seen the chick; blonde, skinny, flat as a board. He'd been around her and Sean's conversations more than once. She was little miss goody-two-shoes, and she played the part to a T. Environment nut, conservative clothes, he knew she had never had sex.

Jesus, what was the world coming to if such girls still existed?

Jay leaped over the table and grabbed Sean's arm, stopping him from slamming it into the wall.

"Slow down, man. What's got you so upset about it? To me it's a relief. Ding, dong, the witch is dead." Sean's arm went limp in his hands, and he let go to cross the room to Mr. Simpson's desk.

"Yeah..." Sean laughed bitterly. "But you don't know her. You don't know Emma."

Jay rolled his eyes. What's there to know? You're a glutton for punishment, Cameron.

The door opened and both heads turned. Emma was standing in the doorway and looking at Sean with a glare that could make even Jay back up.

"What are you doing in the tech lab, Sean? Looking for my dad's NEW laptop?" She said, eyes full of fire. That time Jay actually did back up.

"Emma, I-"

"You're sorry?" She scoffed, stalking straight towards him like an angry tiger. Her eyes were narrowed, but their fire burned brighter than ever. "How many times have I heard that, Sean? And how many times have you simply broken my heart all over again? I can't trust your words. I don't need to listen to them now."

Jay was back behind the table by now.

"Em-"

"Forget it." She threw Sean an old hoodie she had in her hands and walked out the door. Sean looked down at the old, scuffed up hoodie. It was his, but he had lent it to Emma one winter morning to keep her warm.

"Jesus, that was scary. What do you see in that?" Jay asked from behind the table. Sean looked back at Jay with sad eyes.

"More than you'll ever know." Sean answered, before walking out the door with a more than unhappy look on his face.

Jay scoffed to himself. Yeah, right. The little blonde's pathetic. She's got nothin' but her 'save the whales' signs to keep her warm at night. Cameron's got problems if he likes a chick like that.

He laughed to himself, thinking just how awkward it would be for Sean and Emma these next couple weeks until the two got back together. He knew the story. Sean would date around like a maniac, while Emma would hook up with that DJ. The DJ would corner Emma about still liking Sean, and she'll have to admit it. Then the two will get back together for a little while, and then they'll break up and start the cycle all over again.

Jay found it all very comical.

Hearing the bell ring, he grabbed his stuff and made his way towards Film Studies. It was an elective he took because he thought it would be a breeze. But, today, he knew this was not the case. Cameron's girl had the same class as he did.

He knew the little blonde would be seething and looking for something to kill.

((EmJay=o.o))

Emma was not exactly looking forward to her Film Studies course. She knew HE would be there.

Jay. He was the guy who started it all! If he hadn't come in and turned Sean into another one of his posse, maybe they would still be together right now.

No, wait, if Sean hadn't been such an IDIOT maybe I would still be seeing him. This has nothing to do with that slime he hangs out with.

Emma decided she couldn't let it get the best of her. These feelings for Sean had to stop. Maybe if she threw her energy into something else, they would go away. She thought about what she could do. Every option that came to mind just didn't work. She needed something to keep her AWAY from Sean.

And then, she saw it.

A Poster. For the school play.

Passion

Her eyes narrowed. Her mother had told her about that play. And as the title suggests, it does involve sex. It also involves sensitive issues surrounding insanity. She was very sure this was not the type of play they were allowed to show in school.

Bursting through the door of the Film Studies class, she knew exactly what to do:

Protest the Play.

Sitting down, she began drawing up ideas for peaceful protests. Signs, slogans, flyers distributed OUTSIDE school grounds.

She would bring this play down.

"Alright, class." came the voice of their new Film Studies teacher, Mrs. Dwight. "Today I am going to assign you a project. You will work in pairs. Themes are in every movie, you see them. Your assignment is to explain them. You will pick one repetitive theme out of the box, and then create a poster, diagram, and speech using examples from movies you've seen."

Emma smiled. This would be fun.

"Alright, first pairing, Emma and Jay. Come up and pick a theme."

Emma's smile faded. She turned to Jay, who also appeared unhappy.

Maybe not.