Emma entered school the next day, flyers in hand, scowl on her face. She was still angry about what Jay had said the day before. So what if she'd never had any... passion? It wasn't as if that was a bad thing! They were in highschool for crying out loud! They should be worried about grades and first dates, not condoms and birth control!

Since it was still early, hardly anyone else was in the building. She began taping the flyers all over lockers, doors, and even outside windows. She wondered in the back of her mind if anyone would know she was the one doing it. Then she laughed at herself, realizing exactly how obvious it would all seem.

I'm the School Goody-Goody, remember? She chuckled to herself as the voice of Jay resounded in her mind. They may know who did it, but what evidence did they have?And it wasn't as if they could pin anything on her without evidence, right?

She turned to admire her handiwork: The entire hallway was covered in the flyers she had printed yesterday. She smiled, satisfied that this definitely would not escape the attentions of Degrassi's student population.

"You missed a locker."

Emma whirled around to face the speaker, surprised to find anyone in school this early. She was even more surprised when she realized who she was facing.

Jay.

A confident smirk slid across his lips as they made eye-contact. Emma wanted to back away, run away. She didn't want to be near him after what had happened the other day. But she knew she had to stand her ground. It was cowardly to run. And Emma Nelson was no coward. She turned the rest of the way toward him and looked him straight in the eye. The action seemed to surprise Jay. Emma knew he expected her to shout, or threaten, or at least walk away to ignore him. But this, a face to face confrontation, this was something he wasn't prepared for.

Their eyes locked, two confused but stubborn souls, lost on what to do next. Finally, Jay stepped closer to her.

"I said, you missed a locker. Your old boyfriends', to be exact. What a coincidence." He half-whispered, moving almost dangerously close to the blonde. Emma wrapped her arms around herself defensively and looked down the hallway toward Sean's locker. She had left it alone, as she didn't want him involved in anything that had to do with her.

But, of course, she'd never let Jay know that.

"Yeah. What a coincidence." She said in monotone, not really caring about what she said, as long as it enabled her to get away from Jay. "Now, if you'll excuse me-" Jay grabbed her arm as she tried to escape.

Spark.

It was as if her body was on fire. Emma could feel heart begin to race in a way that she was sure would cause the ribs above it to break if it kept that pace much longer, but she didn't care because it felt more than good. She felt like she didn't need to breathe, which was good, because she couldn't anyway. She couldn't do much of anything except turn around to look at....

Jay.

Everything immediately came to a crashing halt when she realized exactly who she was feeling this for.

Jay.

The guy who was more-than-a-little responsible for Snake's laptop going missing.

The guy who seemed to get under Emma's skin worse than even Sean.

The guy who practically twisted Sean into his little puppet.

Jay was looking down at her the same way she was looking at him. A look of disbelief and contempt.

How could I feel anything for THAT?! That kind of look.

Emma ripped her arm out of his grasp, gave him a scathing glare, and walked quickly down the hall.

Out of Jay's reach.

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Jay went through most of his day in a daze. He had felt something when he'd touched her. Not that he felt anything for her. Of course not. How could anyone ever feel anything for that?!

He saw Sean sitting at a lunch table, alone, still in his funk.

That answers that.

He passed him by, finding the sight just a little on the pathetic side.

Sitting down to eat his own lunch, he found that he had no stomach for it. Looking down at his sandwich, he felt like he didn't need it. He wasn't hungry. He put the sandwich away and let his thoughts wander. He thought of that feeling he had felt when he'd touched her. He had no idea what Emma felt, but he was more than a little appalled with himself. What was WRONG with him?! Having the hots for the Bitch of the Century? He had no idea what he was thinking. He just knew there was something there.

No. No way.

He didn't like her like that. He didn't like her at all.

Glancing toward the school steps, he saw her. She was eating her lunch, watching a group of girls crowded around one of her flyers. They were talking about the play, the flyer, and everything surrounding it. It appeared these girls had no idea the play was that inappropriate. They were glad someone had gotten the guts to spread this around, so they knew exactly what they would be bringing their little brothers and sisters to see.

Emma was watching it all, a mysterious smile lighting her face. She was glad someone appreciated her hard work.

Jay closed his eyes. Inwardly he groaned.

Yes. Yes he did.