Ok, I think I kinda messed up Jay's character a little in the last chapter. Hope to make up for it in this one!

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Film Studies was Emma's next class, and when the bell rang, she didn't know what to do. How was she going to talk to Jay? The asshole spotted her taping flyers, and she knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to reap her out for protesting the play. She could take his insults.... maybe.... if he didn't touch her... or look her in the eyes.... yeah, then everything would be fine.

She hated to admit it, but something about Jay.... made her more than a little nervous. Not in a scared kind of way. More in a... well, nervous kind of way. Like... well, she didn't know what it was like. It was sort of like she wanted to be good enough for him. But at the same time, she wanted him far, far away. She didn't want to live by anyone's expectations, least of all Jay's.

Or maybe I'm just scared...Her mind immediately went to work putting that stray thought back where it could not be heard, but it was too late. Emma stopped in the middle of the hallway, and even as a million thoughts came to contradict the first, she knew which one was right, and it stuck with her the rest of the way to class. It stuck with her until the very minute she opened the door.

That is, until she saw Jay. Then she couldn't think at all.

Sitting at the far end of the classroom, Jay looked up when the door opened. He smiled when he caught sight of her. It wasn't a sarcastic smile, or a teasing smile. It was a... a real smile. An 'I'm Glad To see You' Smile. A smile like that from Jay was enough to make any girl breathless. Emma included.

She ignored the smile, hoping against hope that her heart would slow its beating and her mind would stop coming up with the many pleasant adjectives to describe that smile. She went to her regular seat and sat down quietly. She averted her eyes so she didn't have to look at him, even if she knew that he was looking at her.

Why is he looking at me?! Her mind was computing the thousands of possible reasons his eyes just happened to look her way, when Mrs. Dwight sashayed into the room. Everyone was pretty sure Mrs. Dwight truly dreamed of being an actress, but everyone also knew that she had no talent. But she would pronounce words in a way that made every syllable more 'dramatic'. Plus, she wore long flowing skirts and her hair was always styled some odd way.

"Alright class, settle down. It's time for you all to work on your projects." She clapped her hands together as she peered around the classroom. "Now, does anyone have any questions? Good. Move next to your partners and begin." Emma groaned as the chairs began scraping the floor. The class was moving toward their respective partners, which obviously meant for Emma to follow. She turned to spot Jay, staring at her as he lounged in his desk like a king, smirk on his face.

De ja vu, anybody?

Emma clenched her teeth, (Bite the bullet, Nelson...), and grabbed a chair in the back next to Jay.

"So..." Jay said nonchalantly, leaning over his desk to smirk at Emma. Emma felt like a lamb caught in the wolves den. She knew she needed to distract herself. She grabbed her notes from yesterday out of her backpack.

"So, I was thinking we'd start with the oldest themes, like the old 'save the endangered damsel' thing, but we can do something else if-" She was cut off when she felt a hand touch her arm.

Looking up, she saw Jay looking at her, usual smirk in place.

"So, I was thinking we'd start with you telling me exactly why you and Cameron called it quits, sound good?"He said, in a low, smooth voice that nearly made Emma want to tell him anything if she could hear it again. Nearly being the operative word.

She wasn't an idiot. She didn't just go crazy over a sexy voice and a pair of baby-blues.

"Why do YOU want to know?" she asked sharply, feeling the need to remind herself she was dealing with the enemy.

Jay smirked, moving his hand away and leaning closer. "I'm curious."

Emma was beginning to get a little nervous. Jay seemed to be... flirting with her?

No way.

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Jay was laughing inside. Emma seemed to be trying to distract herself. Jay didn't like that idea. He wanted her attention just where it was needed most.

Of course, that kind of attention would probably have Raditch on their backs in a second, screaming about PDA and inappropriate behavior.

But it would definitely be worth it.

Since lunch period, Jay's mind had been all over Emma Nelson. There was nothing wrong with a little crush. It would be gone within a week. What was the harm indulging it a little? So, he thought about Emma and the irony of the situation. He knew Cameron was still hung up on her. He also knew the girl hated both their guts. Plus, there was the added bonus of her already going out with that DJ. And he was the one who set them up!

Jay found it funny, even if he was involved.

"Mind your own business." Emma said sharply. Jay shook his head, and moved closer to her.

"Cameron is my business, Nelson." he said in a low voice. "I jus' wanna make sure he's been a good little boy." He slid closer to the now visibly nervous Emma.

"Well, if he was, we would still be together, right?" Emma countered, moving away from him.

"Go ahead, you can tell me..." He said with a slight smirk. He had her on edge. That was good.

"Would you just drop it?" She said indignantly, glaring at him.

"What, he wasn't stupid enough to try puttin' moves on Degrassi's own little angel, was he?" Jay smirked. He brushed his knee against hers lightly and caught her intake of breath with satisfaction. Emma seemed a little more than terrified. She got up quickly and asked Mrs. Dwight for a bathroom pass.

Jay watched her go with a smirk.

She could run, but she couldn't hide.

Fifteen seconds later, Jay asked for his own bathroom pass, and headed out the door.