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About reviews/the story plot::::

I made that whole scene with Manny because I have a friend who's EXACTLY like that right now, and I just wanted to show that there's a lot more than what meets the eye, and she may seem evil and cruel but she has feelings too, just like everyone else :-P And my whole feeling about flames: If you feel like my story is the worst thing ever and you don't want to read another word, that's absolutely fine. I want you to be honest in your reviews, but don't just say 'you suck.' Tell me WHY so I can fix it! Thankies

Now, onto the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own D:TNG.

Sean eyed the watch on his wrist and looked around, anxious for Tracker to come pick him up from school. He dropped his bag on the ground and sat down on the stairs outside of Degrassi Community School. 'Life sucks,' Sean thought, as a grade 9 trotted down the stairs and headed off down the street. Sean was the only one around. 'I have to partner up with my ex girlfriend, Ellie has joined the Online Club, so she won't be around as often, and Jay is more pissed at me than usual. Great.'

Sean heard the doors to the school behind him open and close. Footsteps moved across the sidewalk but stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Sean?"

'Speaking of Emma, here she is. Does she try to ruin my life?'

Sean didn't respond. He pretended he hadn't heard and pulled his Walkman out of the bag lying on the pavement. Turning the volume full blast, he place the headphones over his ears and continued to stare off blankly into space.

Emma walked down the stairs and stood in front of Sean. She pushed the headphones off of Sean's ears and calmly said, "Do you ever have any human decency? I mean, even just to say hi to someone who's passing by you. It wouldn't kill you, ya know."

She offered kind of a half smile, and Sean took it as she was supposed to be joking. He didn't find it funny.

"Whatever."

He put the blaring rock music over his ears again, only for them to be taken off again by Emma. She was a little bit angrier this time. "Could you turn that off and talk to me?"

Sean unwillingly pressed stop on his Walkman, not even knowing why he was doing this.

"Thank you."

She sat down next to him on the bricks. "I-"

"Why are you talking to me?" Sean interuppted, glancing over at her.

"I don't know. Maybe because I wanted to see how you were doing, or to tell you that I still am madly in love with you."

Grinning at the look on Sean's face, Emma continued, "Or maybe I'm just waiting for my mom to pick me up and talking to someone is a lot less boring than sitting alone in silence while hearing the Beastie Boys blare out of your CD player."

Sean shook his head and tried not to smile. He had forgotten how much Emma had brightened him when she was around. "That's not what I meant," he said, a smile creeping on his lips, "I meant, why are you talking to me? Why not someone else?"

"Because you're fun to talk to when you're not around Jay, easy to talk to when you're not around Ellie, and interesting to talk to when you're not listening to music. And I don't want our past to destroy us. I mean, we can still be friends. Right?"

Sean turned away from her at those words. The last thing he wanted anyone to know was that he was friends with Emma. "I don't know. Life's screwed, ya know? Why make it more complicated than it has to be?"

Emma slowly nodded. "Okay. As you wish."

She stood up and walked to the edge of the road, looking both ways to see if she saw any approaching cars. The road was dead.

"Why'd you leave?" Sean asked, staring at her back.

"Because," Emma said, still facing the opposite direction. "You don't want to be seen talking to me, so I'm just making it a lot easier for you."

"That's not true-"

"Yes it is," Emma said, her temper slowly rising. "You know good and well you care about what other people think of you."

"Whatever."

Emma clenched her fists and turned to him. "If you don't care what people think of you, why don't you ever say hi to me in front of your gang? Because it's not cool? Yeah. That's what I thought."

He was in silence, staring at her. He stood up. "I don't give a damn what people say, or think, about me. I could care less. What is your problem?"

"UGH!" Emma exclaimed loudly, anger boiling up inside her stomach. "That is NOT TRUE! Don't you dare stand there and lie to my face, Sean. You only care about one person: you. That's why being seen with the wrong people will destroy your image, and I'm sick of it!"

They were now only a foot away from each other. "I don't just care about myself!" Sean spat back. "Believe it or not, I'm not obsessed with the enviornment like you are! I have more concern for myself than dumb animals! Sorry!"

"You think the entire world revolves around you, Sean, and you know it. It's all about you. You only approve of yourself, you think you're perfect, you only CARE about yourself-"

"Emma!! That's not true! I care about you!"

Silence followed his words as Emma's eyes stayed locked on his. "Bull."

Emma turned on her heel and marched off, walking a short distance down the sidewalk. She was still in Sean's sight, but only because if she went much farther her mom wouldn't know where she was.

It wasn't that Emma didn't want to befriend Sean, or that she didn't still have a few romantic feelings swarming around inside for him, it was just his attitude that really made her angry sometimes. Part of her always had, and would, love him, but sometimes, Emma learned, you have to let your loved ones go. Sean and her were from different worlds, and if it took them not even making eye contact with each other to get along, so be it.

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Ellie watched Sean, sitting alone outside the school, waiting to be picked up. Part of her felt bad for leaving him while joining the Online Club at school, but another part of her was excited to get to create and edit the school website. She could actually have an effect on what people view the school as. To Ellie, this was extremely exciting.

Shoving her boyfriend out of her brain, Ellie practically skipped down the hall to the Media Immersion classroom, where Mr. Simpson would be teaching them and helping them control the school site. She took a seat in the middle row, waiting for all the people to get there. Ellie pulled out a book she was supposed to read for English and picked up where she had left off.

A few minutes later, she sensed someone sitting next to her as the door closed and Mr. Simpson introduced himself for the ones who weren't in grades 9 and 10. Ellie glanced over at who had sat down.

Craig.

Ellie looked around the rest of the room to try and see if any other spaces were available, but it seemed this was a very popular place to be. Ellie swallowed her hate for the player sitting next to her and stared straight ahead, pretending she didn't notice he was there. But as Mr. Simpson droned on, Ellie could sense Craig glancing over at her every few seconds. Not staring, really, just... looking.

"Now, please work with the person sitting next to you, and the tables of three can just work together. Come up with a few ideas you think would make a good background for the homepage. We'll vote and the winning one will be scanned and displayed on all of the pages of the site. Keep in mind it has to be school appropriate. You guys can start."

Ellie looked disgustedly to her left. Empty chair. To her right: Craig.

"Out of all the places, did you really have to sit here?" she spat, glaring over at him.

"There was no where else. And I thought you might be mature enough to talk to me without getting like Ashley when she's near me. A complete brat."

"Gee, I wonder why she hates you. Any takers? Oh yeah, it's because you CHEATED on her."

It was like a constant war between them, back and forth. Ashley was Ellie's best friend, and Ellie wasn't about to let Craig forget what he did. Craig sat in silence. "Any background ideas?"

"Black. With a music reference," Ellie said plainly, studying her nails. For now, the subject of Craig's past would be dropped. For now.

Craig nodded. "Sounds cool. What should we use for the music? Were you thinking of a guitar across the page? Or multiple ones scattered?"

It was like he read her mind. She WAS thinking of using guitars. "I dunno, a few guitars here and there."

He nodded again. "Let's get started." He offered a small smile at her, kind of as a truce.

One thing Ellie had never realized before was how cute Craig was when he smiled.

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A/N: AHH I hate this chapter! But oh well, it's the best I got. Review please!