A/N: Now, THAT is more like it! I love when I get positive reviews and this is one of my best stories yet... 108 REVIEWS! AGHHH! Thank you! I love you!

P.S.: To one reviewer, no, Manny did not get shot... the BANG! was her kicking her locker... and she didn't see Emma, she was just hysterical.

P.P.S: One reviewer pointed out that if this whole story was about Emma/Sean, shouldn't his letter be last? That is a very, very, very GOOD point! If I just put up his letter now, I can kinda guess that everybody will just lose interest because that's basically the climax of the whole thing. So, I will have J.T.'s reaction in this one.

' Emma!'

' Emma!'

' Sweetie!'

' Em...'

Those haunting desperate voices of her loved ones lingered in Emma's mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and placed her hands over her ears repeating, " Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up..."

The voices faded and just the images remained. Emma pushed them to the back of her mind and set off for the boys locker room. It was 6th period, and nobody had Gym, so she knew she would be safe.

Sean's letter was next, but she wasn't ready to give it to him. Not yet. So that went down to J.T.'s letter.

She fingered it absently as she walked to the Gym. What would his reaction be, she wondered curiously. Her mom and Manny had burst into hysterical cries. Snake had just put his head in his hands and quietly weeped. Would J.T. cry?

' People do care, Emma. You're just too thick to realize it.'

She ignored that and pushed open the locker door.

Nobody was around. The boys locker room was chilly and smelled like old socks and... ugh, cafeteria food.

Trying hard not to pass out from suffocation, she plugged her nose and found J.T.'s locker, which had a picture of Manny, Emma, and Toby on it. She ripped it off and placed the letter on it.

She stared at the picture.

It was a 12 year old picture of them. Spike had taken it on the day before seventh grade started. Toby was wearing a yellow polo shirt and leaning on Manny's scooter, smiling. Manny had a pink shirt with jeans on, hair clipped back, grinning brightly. Emma had her favorite jean jacket on with those black stretchy dolphin pants, arm around Manny. J.T. had a checkered black shirt on with sunglasses on top of his spiky brown hair, back against Emma's, grinning.

She felt a familiar wave of lonliness pass through her and she quickly put the letter down.

FLASHBACK

Emma was still pretty angry with Manny, and she was storming to her locker. She slammed it open and threw her books on the ground, getting ready to leave school.

Someone tapped her on her shoulder. She whirled around. " What!" she snapped.

It was J.T. Curly hair and bright blue eyes staring at her curiously. Waving his hands in mock-surrender, he patted her shoulder. " You okay?"

She relaxed and shut her locker door, kneeling down to pick up her books. " I'm fine."

He said absently, " Good. Hey, do you know where Manny is?"

She stiffened in mid-kneel. Clenching her jaw, she stood up, books in her arms and bitterly muttered, " Crying like a baby."

" Huh?" he asked in confusion. He scratched his head. " What did you say?"

She sighed loudly. " Nothing, J.T. She's out in the lunch yard, probably crying her eyes out because I told her the truth. Oh, and by the way, thanks for noticing that I'm crumbling."

He looked even more confused. " What do you mean, crumbling? You, uh, look pretty solid to me."

He jokingly rapped her head and agreed, " Yep, pretty solid."

Is everything a joke to him, Emma wondered. Tears swarming in her eyes, she clutched her books tighter and ran out of the school, not hearing J.T's yells of " Emma! Emma, what did I do!"

END OF FLASHBACK

Emma heard footsteps coming and hid behind the basket of dirty towels. Oh, gross, she thought disgustedely and tried to hold her breath.

J.T. was humming to himself as he slung the towel over his shoulder, revealing his bare chest. Emma suppressed a laugh. Would J.T. ever get any bigger? He had been that small since the ninth grade.

J.T. finished spinning the numbers to his locker combination and swung it open, wincing as it hit the locker next door to it. Emma nearly jumped out of her skin.

' If I don't stop being so jumpy, I'll crack before I even get to see Sean's reaction!' she thought angrily to herself, but willed herself to look at J.T.

" What's this?" J.T. asked himself, looking at the letter. He recongized Emma's handwriting and raised his eyebrows. " That's weird..."

He ripped it open and unfolded it, peering closely. " We've been best friends since kindergarden, but lately we've been strangers to each other..." J.T. read to himself. He became silent as his eyes quickly looked over the whole letter.

He crumpled it and threw it on the ground, not moving for a second. Emma was confused. What was going on?

A sudden loud noise made her almost scream, almost revealing herself.

J.T. had slammed his locker shut and was breathing heavily, eyes flashing angrily. He picked up the note and threw it at the wall, picked it back up, and threw it again.

" I NEVER HATED YOU, EMMA!" he screamed, kicking the wall. " I STILL CARE ABOUT YOU!"

He slid down the wall and started to shake, sobbing. " It's all my fault," he whispered.

' No, J.T.,' Emma thought sadly, ' it's mine.'

He took a shaky breath and got back up, getting the letter. " I gotta find Toby," he said to himself.

But Emma was already gone, off to the Kerwin/Issacs household.

SPECIAL EDITION OF WHAT EMMA DOESN'T SEE

A few minutes after Emma had left, Sean entered the locker room. He noticed J.T. looking like the world had crumbled. He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't have time to ask him what was wrong.

" J.T., man, have you seen Emma?" he asked hurriedly.

J.T. just stared at him sadly.

NEXT UP: TOBY'S REACTION