Thanks to all the reviewers. Anyways, I guess I should do this disclaimer shite. I don't own any of the characters of Degrassi or the already existing plot lines. There. Pellie slash, you don't like it, leave. Enjoi.

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Ellie smiled at me as I walked into school that day. I kept walking, but only because I was with Hazel and Heather Sinclaire, who had abnormally large and ugly antiquey earrings on. And then I saw him. I saw Sean and almost passed out.

He was fucking gorgeous. Wearing a somewhat tight black T-shirt and a pair of jeans, he walked over to Ellie. His hair was natrually frosted blonde from the sun, and he was tan.

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Obviously Elle didn't think he was a hunk. She looked horrified at the change. So horrified that she started crying. But I think it was because he blew her off like that. I would cry too. He tried to hug her, but she started sobbing and hitting his chest with her small fists. "How could you?" she cried, burying her face in her hands and running into the Girls' Washroom. Sean's cheeks flamed red and his eyes surged with anger and pain.

Several people started laughing at both Sean and Ellie, then poking their heads in the bathroom to hear her crying. "What the hell?" I yelled, pushing people away from the washroom doors. "Leave her alone, she didn't do anything to you people!" I stared at them.

"She existed!" Spinner yelled from the back of the crowd.

My cheeks flamed as I walked toward him, screaming in anger.

"Ms. Michalchuk, come with me," Mr. Raditch said firmly, grabbing my arm.

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"Paige, would you like to explain to me what happened out in the hallway?" he asked, leaning eagerly over his desk on his elbows.

"No, not really," I answered, smiling.

"Paige, if you cannot explain your behavior, you will get a Saturday detention."

"Mr. Raditch, Sean left Ellie last semester, and now he's back and expecting her to just go right back to him. And she's pissed at him for leaving her like that. So she went into the bathroom, and people started poking their heads in and laughing at her. I thought the poor girl should be cut some slack, so I started yelling at them," I said.

"But that doesn't excuse what you did to Gavin, Ms. Michalchuk."

"I didn't do anything to Spin. He said that, like, the only bad thing Ellie ever did to him was exist. And I got a little over-protective," I smiled as I spoke, lying through my teeth. "It just pissed me off. I mean, Ellie's a person too."

"And what changed your attitude towards Eleanor?" Raditch asked.

"It's Ellie. She doesn't like being called Eleanor," I muttered without thinking.

"Paige?"

"Um, I just got to know the real her, that's all. Helped her out a few times, ya know?" I sighed. "Look, I'm late for Kwan. May I go?"

"You have a Saturday detention. That is all," he smiled menacingly at me, standing up and escorting me out of his office.

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I sat in the Dot with Dylan, waiting for Marco and Ellie to show up. I told Dylan about Elle and me, so he didn't really care. "Paige, what's wrong?" he asked, stirring his tea.

"Nothing, school was bullshit today," I answered, sipping my latte.

He laughed dryly. "Join the club, deary," he muttered. Dylan took a drink from his tea. "Paige, you've got it easy. You're gorgeous, you've got everything going for you. Don't mess it up," he sighed and set his mug down as his face lit up, seeing Marco walk in the door.

When Ellie walked in, she immediately felt her stomach plunge. She hadn't known that Dylan would be here. So she sat quietly at the counter as I smiled at her. "Paige, a word please," she whispered.

I nodded and walked towards the bathroom. "Yeah?"

"Why the fuck is Dylan here?" she asked quietly.

"Because he has the car. Childish, I know -- bringing your brother to the Dot with you when you're here to see the person you love."

"I'm not you're girlfriend?" Ellie said.

"Elle, it's not like that -- "

"No, I get it. Ultimately because I have Sean, I'm no longer with you," she hissed as her eyes filled with tears.

"No, Ellie, that's not it. Please, hear me out -- " I stammered.

"You've just lost what ever we had," she muttered, walking out the back entrance.

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I spent New Year's sitting on my bed, not caring that the bloody year had changed or that Marco and Dylan had shared a kiss at midnight and I had no one. I didn't care anymore, nothing mattered. I just wanted to hold Ellie.

I glanced at my bedside table, where I kept a pack of brand new razorblades -- that I pleasantly stole from a craft store -- just in case I needed them. I pulled up my sleeve to reveal a perfectly clean arm. And then I opened my bedside table drawer, as the razors gleamed in the lamp-light.

I pulled a razor from the pack, then pressed it down on my wrist...

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Haha, I left you hanging! I left you hanging! I love you guys. And this chapter is angsty, actually, so shut the fuck up, biznatch! Okay, this has gone on for a while, so I think I'm going to stop with a simple "Happy New Year", even though I could care less. Much love,

Zoey-bear.