I stayed after school, working on the latest project assigned by Mr. Simpson. The project was to make a website using HTML. What the hell was HTML anyway? Was I ever going to use it? NO.

"Mr. Simpson," I said getting up, "I'm done with this."

He looked up at me, "You're finished?"

I shook my head. "No, I quit. Who the hell uses HTML anyway?"

"Come on Sean, don't think like that. A lot of people use it."

"But I never plan on using it. So what we're doing here is just a waste of time!"

I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door before Mr. Simpson had a chance to say anything else.

I didn't mean to blow up at Simpson. It just... things were going pretty rough right now. I seemed to be blowing up at everyone, including Ellie.

"Sean!"

I could hear someone yelling my name, but I had decided to ignore them. No use in getting any more arguments today. I just wanted to go home.

"Sean!"

The voice was closer and I could feel their presence behind me.

"I know you can hear me, Sean."

I stopped walking and turned around.

"What! What is so freaking important Chris?"

He just looked at me, unsure of whether to continue what he was going to say.

"Look Sean, I'm sorry for interrupting your perfect life, but I just wanted to know if you've seen Emma lately?"

I rolled my eyes, and walked in the direction I had started in, with Chris closely behind.

"Why are you asking me? I mean, she is your girlfriend, isn't she?"

"God! What the hell is your problem man?" Chris yelled.

I turned around, grabbed Chris by his collar, and slammed him into the locker.

"You're my problem! You're always bugging me about Emma! Newsflash for you Sharpe, I don't like her anymore! So just leave me the hell alone!"

I let go of his shirt and stared at him furiously.

"Well, excuse me for thinking you had a heart. I guess I was wrong."

He fixed his collar, and walked out the door. I grabbed my hair in frustration and went after him. Apparently he knew I would come after him, and he was waiting for me by my car with a smile on his face. (A/N. I don't know if Sean has a car or not, but in this story, he does.)

"I knew you'd come sooner or later Cameron."

"Yeah, well... don't get used to it. I'm just doing my good deed for the day and then I'm heading home. Anyway, what's the deal with Emma?"

"I'm really worried. She told me she'd meet me at The Dot, but she never showed up."

"Are you sure she didn't just off on one of her 'Clean the Ravine' rampages?"

"Trust me, I've checked everywhere. The ravine, her home, I even checked every classroom at school. It's like she disappeared out of thin air."

"Did you try Manny's place."

Chris' eyes grew wide.

"Oh god, Manny's place. I can't believe I didn't check there. Thanks Sean."

He turned around and started to head for Manny's house.

"Um, Chris?"

He stopped and faced me. "Yeah?"

"You know, I do have a car," I said holding my keys in the air, "and cars do get to places a lot faster."

He laughed and got in the passenger seat.

x-

"I'm sorry guys, Emma isn't here."

We were standing in the doorway, as I watched Chris shift from side to side.

"Well, can we at least ask Manny if she knows where she is?" Chris asked.

"She isn't here either. Do you want to leave a note or something?"

We both shook our heads.

"No Mrs. Santos," I said, "Thanks anyway."

She nodded. "If you see Manuella, tell her I want her home as soon as possible all right?"

"Ok. Bye Mrs. Santos."

"Goodbye boys."

She shut the door and we walked to my car.

"I hate sounding like an overly obsessive boyfriend, but I wish she would've told me where she was going, so I wouldn't have to be looking like crazy out here."

I opened my door and got in my seat. "That's Emma for you. She always has to make scene."

"Well how is it possible for her to make a scene without her actually being here."

"She's probably out protesting or something."

Chris looked over at me as I started the car.

"It might sound crazy, but I just have this weird feeling. Like the something bad is going to happen."

"Trust me, Emma's a smart girl. She knows what she's doing. The worst that would happen to her is probably getting a splinter from all the tree hugging." I smiled.

Chris laughed. "Yeah, you're probably right. Do you mind going back to Degrassi? I want ask Simpson if she came by."

I nodded. "Whatever you say boss."