Authors Note: I took some research, though; I am not entirely sure how you meet someone inside a chat room. I have an idea of what it might be like, so please, no flaming if I don't get it right. And during the conversation, if Emma is thinking anything Italics are her thoughts

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, or the characters. Sadly.

Emma's POV

It was a long, dull day, or should I say a long, dull summer? Both are true. I was browsing online when a pop-up came onto my computer, though I am very against online chat rooms since the 7th grade summer thing with Jordan, I figured it was time to get over it, considering I'm entering grade 12 this up coming fall. I clicked on the ad and made a screen name.

"Hmmm, may be GreenxxPeace101 will work. Ok, enter…already taken? Who the fuck comes up with a screen name like that? Oh wait, I just did. Silly. Ok, stop talking to yourself before you really loose It." After several more thought-up names I had decided to settle on BeautifulxxDisaster. Cliché. I know, but hey, who cares? I entered the chat room and started typing away. No one here seems interesting. Hmm, this guy might be fun to talk to. Interesting screen name, I should give him that. Who thinks of the screen name like Fuck Love? At this point, I had to agree with him. I had yet again found Peter in his bed, with nothing covering him up but bed sheets, with another girl. Gosh damn it. Couldn't he be more responsible? This is the fifth time I'd found him like this. It wasn't like I could leave him. I was about to press the 'chat now' but then, something about the night before came into my mind.

"Babe! Come on! It's not like you didn't know I was like this." Peter said, tightening his grip around me wrist.

"Peter let go! You're hurting me!" I exclaimed. He didn't let go; he'd only spit, threw his head back, and started to laugh, while watching the tears run down my face.

"Listen, and listen good you little bitch. You ever think of telling anyone about this, you're more than just another one of Peter's bitches. You're the headline of the Toronto News." He replied, making his grip tighter, and pulling me in for a forceful kiss. He then continued, "oh and that goes for leaving me too. You're more than just one of my hoes. You're the head honcho, the one that I care for the most. Now get out of here whore." I loosened his grip from my wrist and pushed me down and let me fall.

"Some boyfriend you are fucker." I whispered once he was gone. Frightened from his response from my simple, 'let me go! You're hurting me!' I looked down at my wrist to see nothing but dark purple rings. It's been like this for a couple of months now, of course I was used to it, buy now it was natural, sure it hurt but it was whatever now. The first couple of months had been great. Then Peter got insanely jealous when I did anything without him. He thought all my time should be spent with him. She had even spent the night over at his house on more than one occasion. Nothing ever happened, and I am glad. To him, he was just trying to 'pop another cherry' sadly I knew this.

I snapped back into reality and hit the 'chat now' button.

BeautifulxxDisaster: I agree.

Fuck Love: huh?

BeautifulxxDisaster: Your screen name.

Fuck Love: oh, yeah I have girl issues at the moment.

BeautifulxxDisaster: Same.

Fuck Love: so im guessing you are either a guy, or a lesbian.

BeautifulxxDisaster: Neither, what I meant was, I'm having relationship issues. Sorry about the confusion.

Fuck Love: so you are in here to find someone to poor it all out too.

Why does this sound like something someone I know would say?

BeautifulxxDisaster: More like trying to find someone who won't judge me if I did.

Fuck Love: you've come to the right person then because fucking up is my specialty.

BeautifulxxDisaster: Good to know. (: