In the bathroom……

I followed Alex as she stormed off, well aware that if someone had told me six months ago I would be trying to calm down Alex Nunez - the school's nastiest female with constant PMS – I would have slapped them. Alex is different though, from how most people see her. She can be nice and sweet, and I think we might even be friends.

"Come on hun," I said as she slammed herself into a stall, "Jay's just a jerk. I realize that with Spinner, Dean, and Mr. O on my track record, my choices for attractive men obviously need to be adjusted, but you can do so much better than Jay.

"Obviously, I can't," she said tearfully, "Jay's the only person who's ever liked me, and I'm just going to end up all alone, ugly, and working at a movie theatre for the rest of my life." Wow, she's really crying. I think maybe the reason her exterior is so tough is because she has zero self confidence. And realizing that her best friend and boyfriend (who also gave her gonorrhea) were hooking up without even caring about how she felt must have made that even worse.

"Sweetie, stop that. You've got killer legs and those gorgeous brown eyes. And you're really good at making speeches, you're student body v.p, maybe if you showed up for a class every once in a while you could get the grades up. I'll help you study if you need it. Now come on, let me see that pretty face of yours." She slowly opened the door, her eyes red rimmed and her mascara obviously not waterproof.

"I bet I look awful, you can leave if you want, while I get cleaned up," she spoke softly and shrugged and looked so sad, this was a complete other side of Alex. Sometimes, you put people in boxes. Slut, prep, gansta, you forget that they have emotions and feelings and can feel just the same if not worse than you when some one they care about gives them their heart back in pieces.

"Don't be ridiculous," I smiled, "Do you really think that I'd just leave you here? Come on, I'm not that bad am I? Now Heather Sinclair might throw up on you but me...

She smiled remembering when Ms. Sinclair came to school with one too many strawberry daiquiri's in her system, "Paige…Can I ask you something?"

"Mhmm," I said, wetting a paper towel and rubbing it slowly against her cheek to get the makeup off; her skin was surprisingly soft.

"Have you ever….have you ever fell for someone you knew would never be interested in you? And even though you know that even in your wildest dreams they could never like you back, you couldn't stop liking them? How do you get over them?"

I giggled, this day was full of firsts, Emma flashing us, Alex asking ME for love advice, "Well babe I'd say go for it, Look at you, who wouldn't want to be with you? I mean, you never know until you try." And after I said that she started slowly moving closer and closer and I had no desire to move back. I fixated on her eyes, those gorgeous brown eyes that sparkled even in the bathroom's fluorescent light. Even though I'd never had feelings for a girl before and even though part of me was wondering what the hell I was doing, I kept moving slowly but surely, and she reached out and grabbed the back of my neck with that soft skin of hers, and then slowly our lips touched and we kissed. It was a girl and it was in Degrassi's girls' bathroom and yet I loved it.

Meanwhile, back at the classroom.

Raditch stormed in, looking like a big fat cat ready to pounce if we made the slightest move. "What was all the racket? Where are Ms. Nunez and Michelchuck?" he asked sharply, "Bathroom breaks are one at a time?"

"They had some, ahem, feminine problems," Ellie replied coyly, with her eyebrows raised so there was no way Raditch could not know what she was referring to.

"Fine," he said, accepting the fact, "But if they are not back in thirty second's time feminine issues or not, I will send someone to get them. Now, what was all the racket?"

"What, racket sir?" I answered, "I didn't here any racket. Now I believe that hallucinations of the mind occur when a man becomes older –"

"That's enough, Mr. Hogart, and I'd watch it if I was you or else we will be seeing a lot more of each other." Oooh I'm so scared, now Daniel, don't you think that I have more things to worry about than a stupid principal who needs to loose a few pounds. The fat bastard continued on, "Now, I am certain that I heard something and so did Ms. Kwan this is not the MTV beach house people and I have no choice but to separate all of you." I'm shaking in my boots, what's next, no naptime? Unfortunately, due to an all day teachers meeting and some painting, we only have two other classrooms available. Mr. Brooks, Mr. Manning, and Ms. Nash will stay here, Mr. Hogart and Ms. Nelson will reside in room 211, and I will get Ms. Kwan to inform the others that they will be in room 14."Greenpeace and Hogart: the reunion tour. This should be good. Truthfully I was stoked that it was me and Emma, there was no one else in the room that I'd rather be with but there's no way that I'd share that information.

Emma glared at me so hard I could see the daggers out of her eyes. She grabbed her stuff and sped-walk out of the room so fast that I had to jog to keep up with her. "Emma, what's the rush? It's just you and me now."

"What do you want, Jay? Just spit it out already." I could mention how she was the one who usually spit things out but somehow I don't think that would be appreciated. Up close I could see how tired she looked and how dead her eyes were. Fuck, was she turning into a zombie? I wanted to say something but I don't

"Nothing Emma, I just thought that we could be friends is all. Maybe more than friends," I said, staring at her smirking. Oh yeah, she wants me.

"Well Jason, we already tried that and look where it got us. Oh right, now I have gonorrhea and two bracelets I'll never wear," she stepped inside the classroom and picked the desk furthest back and began to write in a notebook. I sat next to her and stared at her until she looked up at me. "What?" I asked, fake bewildered, "Can I help you?

"God, what's your problem, Jay? Why do you" She was still rambling but I couldn't focus on that. I thought about how much she changed, she'd gone from this innocent girl who would barely make out with Sean Cameron to having her heart broken, having a gun pointed at her, getting taken advantage of by me, and God knows what every happened between her and Chris. I'm no saint, but I'm certainly not evil and this chick had been through a lot. "and then there was that time that I saw you guys stealing and," shit she was still talking.

"Listen Emma," I said interrupting her but unable to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry, ok? I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, alright?"

"What did you say?" she asked, so shocked she didn't even realize that she'd knocked her notebook off the desk.

"Greenpeace, you heard me. I said I was sorry. Jay Hogart has a soul. Shh don't tell anyone." Now it was my turn to be anti-social. I walked over to the windowsill hoping she'd leave me alone so I could put the sarcasm and non-caring façade back on. She came up behind me, "Why," she asked softly, "Why didn't you tell everyone that I was also caught hooking up with you? Why didn't you tell everyone that it was me?"

I sighed, it was too late to go back to pretending I didn't care, "Because you don't deserve that shit Emma, I know what people would say if they found out it was me. Besides," I laughed, "you flashed us which took balls and I figured that you only needed one shocking moment of the day." I turned around to face her and she was looking straight into my eyes and moving closer and closer….

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