Disclaimer: I own nothing Degrassi...
I skipped ahead a bit, but everything is explained in the first few paragraphs. Enjoy!
The first three months of school went by so quickly, Christmas was upon everyone in no time. And with the changing seasons, came beginnings for some and endings for others.
Sean shocked everyone with his announcement; he was leaving Degrassi and heading on to greener pastures. "It's just not working out," he told everyone when he broke the news. Degrassi may have brought about positive changes in Alex and even Jay, but it only added headaches to Sean's already complicated life. He couldn't keep his marks up and with the way things were going, college for Sean would be a far stretch at best.
So, without anyone's knowledge, Sean enlisted with the armed forces and was called for duty right after New Year's. He'd broken the news to Emma over Christmas, making the holiday less than ideal and very stressful. Every time they were together, a fight would break out, Emma would cry, and Sean would leave in a frustrated mood. But they vowed to make things work, as best as they could, despite the long distance and virtual lack of communication they would have to endure while Sean went through his basic training.
Jay, on the other hand, had inadvertently become entangled in a messy relationship with Mia Jones, the new girl who transferred to Degrassi from Lakehurst. How it all came to be was kind of blurry. They met at a party, got to talking, and an overly-eager-to-get-Emma-out-of-his-mind-Jay threw himself in, head first. At first all he'd wanted was some play, a little action to satisfy the need, but then Mia made it known that she had a child, and action was one of the last things on her mind.
So Jay found himself with a new girlfriend, continually dodging the offer to meet her child, and still plagued by sleepless nights filled with Emma-related dreams.
In his most recent fantasy, Jay found himself with a new roommate...Emma. And she was the greatest roommate, preparing him meals clad in nothing but lacy aprons and high heels, communal showers to conserve water, and a built-in maid, complete with a naughty uniform. But never, not once, did Jay ever even get to first base. It was all a waste of good dirty-dream time!
Try as he may, Mia was no Emma, and given that she wasn't putting out, Jay found himself unable to mesh with his new girlfriend.
"It's like you're a million miles away sometimes," Mia complained, poking Jay's arm with her bony index finger. "Where were you just now?"
Jay sighed. All she wanted to do was talk. All he wanted was some mind-blowing sex to snap him out of his dry spell and back into the reality that is usually Jay Hogart. This was not working. It had to end and soon.
"We should talk," Jay started, realizing just how much he hated this part. Wait! I usually never make it to this part because I usually don't stick around long enough to have a 'relationship'. I gotta get out of this!
Mia nodded, checking her watch. "Not now, okay? I have to pick up Isabelle from daycare. You wanna come over tonight? My parents are out for the night and Isabelle goes to bed just after eight. We could 'talk' then."
Was she giving him the green light for some long-awaited sack time? Jay's hopes began to rise and he smiled at Mia. "Sounds great."
Jay arrived at Mia's house just after eight o'clock that night, more than a little excited to be getting his perpetual itch scratched, even if it was by someone he wasn't entirely wanting. If Mia was offering, Jay was accepting.
"You wanna go to my room?" Mia asked, her smile giving away just what she was hinting.
Jay nodded his head, smirk in place, taking her outstretched hand, and following her to her bedroom.
"You sure about this?" Jay asked, surprising himself with his question.
But Mia was not fazed by Jay's giving her an out. She intended to take advantage of their alone time. She gripped the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one tug. Jay's eyes grew large as she revealed the swell of her perky breasts and her toned stomach. He swallowed the lump in his throat, warning his body to slow down.
They were laying on Mia's bed, everything progressing nicely, when something happened to Jay that had never happened to him before. He had an attack of conscience.
Mia went for his belt buckle, working it with her deft fingers, but Jay found himself stopping her hands, grabbing them with his own. "I think we should stop." Who the hell said that?
"What's wrong?" Mia asked, sitting up on her elbows, as Jay sat up completely, separating himself from her. "Are you okay?"
Jay shook his head, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands. He sighed heavily. "I just can't." Why the hell not?
Mia gave him a confused look, before it dawned on her. She sat up further, rubbing Jay's back. "It's okay, you know? It happens sometimes."
Jay realized what she was getting at and corrected her immediately. The last thing he wanted was to have her think he couldn't when the real reason was... What is the real truth again? "Ah, hold on there a second! Jay Hogart was born ready, okay? It's not that I can't. I just don't think we should. Your daughter's, like, in the next room."
Mia got off her bed and stood in front of Jay. "So? She's asleep and I thought you wanted this?"
Jay lowered his gaze to stare absently at his feet. I thought I did too. But I can't do this! I don't want to do this! Well, I always want to do this, but... Realization struck Jay and his eyes grew large. I want to do this...with someone else.
"Jay? Jay? What is up with you? You've been weird...well...the entire time we've been together! It's almost like you don't even want to be with me!" she accused. When Jay failed to say anything, she grabbed his arm, her voice getting higher as she asked, "Are you even listening to me?"
Jay looked up and saw just how angry Mia was getting. He tried to smile at her, but she simply crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. She was obviously waiting for Jay to say something. He searched his mind for the right words, but found it harder to voice what was happening with him even more than thinking it.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" she asked.
"You're right," he confessed. She raised an eyebrow. "It's not that I don't like you. I think you're...really cool...or whatever. I just have other stuff on my mind right now."
"Other stuff or other girls?"
Jay sniffed. "A little from column A and a lot from column B."
Mia gave him a disgusted look, grabbed her shirt from the floor, and pulled it over her head. "You should leave. And one more thing...never call me again!"
Jay left Mia's house, got into his car, and found himself driving with a purpose; to finally fulfil this damn fantasy that was ruining his life!
I know the Mia thing kind of comes out of left field, but she was really only a means to an end, so it really didn't matter who it was. I just chose her because she's familiar without being too involved. Jay can get rid of her without it affecting the main characters too much.
Please R&R!
