Ok, second chapter!!!

(no flames so far. You guys are so nice!)

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Emma stared at the theme she had just drawn from the box on the desk.

The Death Dynamic.

Inwardly, she groaned. She was pretty sure she was going to die if she had to do this whole project with Jay. Jay, who was the closest person to the one situation she would rather not think about. The one who could've even caused this situation to occur.

No, it's Sean's fault. If he wasn't such a stupid IDIOT maybe I would still be with him right now. She sighed and thought about the weeks ahead of her. She would have to work. With Jay. Together. Most likely in the same room, since they had to make a poster.

She heard the bell ring, and grabbed her backpack. She saw Jay out of the corner of her eye. He was lounging in his desk like a king, blatantly staring at her, hands folded across his chest. She turned to look back at him, trying to remain calm. He was scrutinizing her. Looking her up and down, slowly, as if he wanted to make sure of what he saw. His eyes seemed to pierce her very soul.

Her heartbeats quickened. Something about that stare... It was enough to make most girls go wild. But Emma was not the type of girl to let a pair of baby-blues spin her into a frenzy. So, she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to shake the unwelcome feelings out of her system. But when she opened them again, she saw he was still staring, this time with a smirk making its way across his lips.

"We'll meet in the library. After school. If you have a problem, don't come. Understand?" She stated, with all the annoyance she felt tossed toward him like a well-packed medicine-ball. Smirk growing, he nodded.

"Anything else?" Emma asked curtly, noticing he was still staring. She put her hand on her hip and tapped her foot on the ugly green tiles they had set on the floor of the Film Studies Room, just to make sure Jay knew she was annoyed.

"Yeah," Jay said calmly. He moved to lean on his elbow, holding his face with his hand. Moving his piercing gaze to look into her eyes, his smirk widened to a cheeky grin.

"What'd my boy Cameron do this time?" He drawled, voice thick as maple syrup. Emma felt a new flash of anger burn into her heart.

"Mind your own business." she clipped, turning her annoyed stare into a glare in a split-second. Jay seemed a little shocked at her words and tone, grin vanishing as quickly as it came. She turned and walked quickly out the door, trying to avoid looking back at that infuriating, intoxicating stare.

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Jay was stunned by Emma's harsh words and tone. Usually, that stare he gave worked wonders. It was classic. Golden. It made girls melt at his feet, or run away scared. But never once had it been greeted with icy words and annoyance. Until now. Of course, he wasn't trying to seduce her or anything. He was just examining her, while at the same time stirring her up a bit. The latter seemed to fail.

He stood, grabbing his books. He could ditch his last period to get to the library before her. He knew she would figure out how he got there so quick, and be pissed off even more. He smirked to himself. He didn't exactly like the idea of facing the little blonde's wrath, but still...

He had to admit, the chick was a little cute when she got angry.

In a scary kind of way.

And not that he thought she was cute or anything.

He stopped walking long enough to shake himself out of that train of thought. Looking to his right, he saw that DJ nodding his head to the music his headphones were playing. The guy looked up at Jay, and instantly glared.

Oh great. Another person hates my guts. Just peachy. He smirked at him, just to piss him off, and waited.

"What's your problem, man?" The DJ took off his headphones and crossed the hallway.

"Just wanted to let you know, the blonde dumped Cameron's ass earlier today. She's fair game." He smirked at the DJ kid, who slowly let a smile creep across his face. Jay, figuring he did his good deed of the year, walked straight into the library without taking a backwards glance.

Stupid loser. Always the rebound. What's so hot about this chick anyway? She's got Cameron wrapped around her ring-finger, and the DJ under her thumb. Is there something in the water?

He perused the bookshelves, looking for something to keep him entertained. Shakespear, Orwell, Dickinson, they all meant absolutely nothing to him. He was looking for something that WOULDN'T put him to sleep.

After forty-five minutes of browsing, the bell rang, and he sat at a table to wait. After about five minutes, he saw Emma's slim figure brush through the half-open door of the library. She was smiling cheerfully. Jay knew exactly what had happened.

"So, you and the DJ are an item again. La-di-freakin'-da." he said, smirking. He had rested his feet on the table, crossed at the ankles, and was leaning back in his chair. He looked like he was king of the world. He liked it that way.

Emma turned to give him a sour look. Then she sighed, and moved to sit in front of him. She set her bag down on the table. "Let's get this over and done with, so I don't have to look at your ugly face again."

"Oh, jeeze Blondie, that really hurt." He said, sarcasm dripping off every word.

"You're lucky." Emma countered boldly. Jay may have been an idiot sometimes, but he wasn't stupid enough to piss her off too much. It wasn't as if he really wanted to be hanging off the stick of one of those protest signs.

"Our theme is 'The Death Dynamic'." She stated calmly, rifling through her bag.

He could already tell this was going to be a very... interesting meeting.