Emma bit her lip as she sat in the Toronto airport, waiting for her best friend. Manny was running late, but being Manny, that wasn't a shocker to Emma. What was bothering Emma was wondering how she got back here.

Didn't she once say New York was where she belonged? That little towns like this just wasn't for her?

Geez, what if she ran into someone from highschool?

Emma now had longer blonde hair, with darker blonde lowlights through her layered hair. Every day she had a beautiful salon blowout styled to her hair. Her hairdresser had taught her to do it herself. Emma was a model now. Not something you expected huh? Well, blame Peter.

Anways, her body finally grew into those long tanned legs of hers, and her chest was another great asset of hers now. No more need for her 'Manny bra' anymore; she only had to wait until she was 23.

Her fashion had changed from comfortable and cute to sexy and appealing, but still respectable. Let alone, highly expensive clothes. She wore a mini, high waist, white designer skirt with a zipper on the mid right of the skirt. Then, a black V neck thin shirt tucked into it, and it hugged her curves and chest beautifully. Then came the matching black high heels to go with. Her heels tied at the toe to her ankle.

"EM!" called a voice Emma to well and looked up, smiling softly but a second of sadness flashed her eyes and she tried to fight her tears.

Who was she kidding? She didn't mind being back. This place was home. She felt it as she stood up and embraced her best friend running over to her and they both hugged another tight.

Manny squealed, "Oh my god Emma, I'm SO happy you're back! It feels like old times." she squeezed Emma harder. No other friend of Manny's compared to Emma!

"I missed you too." pouted Emma, resting her chin on her slightly shorter friend.

The two finally pulled apart, and Emma felt and heard her stomach grumble. Manny giggled, "I guess that means dinner!"

Emma frowned deeply and looked down, lightly brushing her fingers down her stomach. "No, I'm good. You said there was some party?"

By the change of subject, Manny gasped happily. "yes! Lets go! We can get some snacks and cake there." she led Emma to her car.

Emma stopped when they walked out the airport building, and then there was the old orange civic she knew too well. "What happened to your car?"

"Don't get me started." groaned Manny, walking around and opening the front door. Emma giggled and got in.

After Emma put her bags in the back, Manny drove them to this party while updating her on everything, I meant everything. Emma didn't even have to speak, which was okay, since she wasn't in the talking mood. Being here again was just a lot to take in.

As she gazed over the familiar city, memories of her last city, New York, popped into her head.

Three months earlier.

"Emma, where is Charlotte?" asked Peter, squishing into the kitchen and through their party guests.

Emma had turned as fast as possible from the table she was leaning forward on, and hid whatever was behind her.

"I-I told her she could go home." she admitted. Charlotte was like their maid.

"You what?!" Peter tossed his head back, annoyed. "She's the only one who knows where everything in the cellar is. We need more booze."

Emma bit her tongue, knowing that mentioning that maybe his guests should bring their own booze to a party was just too 'small town, poor girl' of her. He had the money to take care of his guests, and that's what he'd do.

You see, Peter was from a very wealthy, very highly connected family. This condo they lived in was one of New Yorks top condos and there was glass everything. Glass windows, showers, tables. Emma was afraid to touch her own kitchen counter sometimes, in fear it'd break. But Peter had to have the best, what ever was in trend.

He wore his white beige looking suit from Acnho's, a high designer, and he wore a black tie. His blonde hair was gelled back nicely, a little messy for style purposes. His blue eyes flashed angrily as he tried to think of a way to fix this and he then closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

Emma didn't see the big deal and looked down. Even if she didn't see the big deal though, Peter could easily make her feel like a small bug. An idiot.

"Whatever," he pauses, "I'll get Paul to go down and grab whatever." he looked back at Emma. She bared a small yet uneasy smile. His eyes twinkled and he stepped forward, cupping her face. "You look beautiful tonight."

She raised her hands and rested them on his. She wore a long blood dress made by lauren conrad herself. Emma had on matching ruby lipstick to match, and her hair was curled. Peter only threw the best classy parties in upper east.

She owed Peter everything that she had in her life now; including the rock on her finger.

At the start, she was a mess from Degrassi when she went to St David's upper side private school, but when Peter laid eyes on her, he instantly had to have her. He was somewhat, put off though, when he found out where she was from, and that her family wasn't known like his nor did she have money like he did..

But she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, so he'd take care of her, and make her known to the world like she should be... And he did. Agents were jumping at the chance to manage Emma when Peter brought her to his family's parties, that were even better and bigger than his. Sometimes they'd even have balls.

It was like a fairy tale; but with a lot of pressure to stay perfect.

Once, Emma was once even offered a role in a tv show, but Peter didn't want her to be THAT known; he wanted her to stay by his side and not get bigger. . .so a model she became and at his side she stayed.

She modeled for only the best. Vouge, Vanity, the upper class stuff. Once again, she knew she owed all to Peter, and that's why she hated making him mad. She had to be perfect, for him, for herself, and his parents. His parents were iffy of her at first, but he had managed to explain what he was going to turn Emma into, and he did. Emma was now Miss Perfect to them, so perfect that they got him to put a ring on it. They were engaged for 8 months now.

Peter was about to bow down to kiss Emma for her to gasp and jump when they heard something break from out of the kitchen, where their guests was.

"Christ," Peter rolled his eyes, putting his hands on her hips. "We'll finish this later." he smiled at her and she nodded, looking down again though and just waiting for him to go.

She had things she had to...finish.

Peter caught her look though, and eyed her skeptically before he tilted his head to the side and saw what was lined up on their kitchen counter. Blow.

"Jesus, Emma!" he snapped, stepping over to it and glancing behind him to make sure nobody came in.

Emma shut her eyes painfully and opened them, ashamed, "I-I'm sorry, I just stepped out of the party for a second to-"

Peter had leaned down, quickly inhaling the line of cocaine from off the counter. "Shit." he shut his eyes, holding his nose for a second. "Oh man, that stuff is top notch. Too pure for me."

Emma nodded, biting her lip unsurely though. She knew he got mad when she brought this stuff out in front of new guests. These people at the party were new clients of Peter's. They were always on 'best behavior' with new people, but with friends, Peter did drugs and drank alcohol as hard as Johnny Knoxville.

Peter didn't do coke all the time, only at parties, but he allowed Emma to do it regularly and almost supported it. Just little bits here and there, to help wake her up for their busy life, and to help push back her appetite for her model career. Models had to have the greatest bodies remember?

Sometimes though, Emma felt overly exhausted and emotional and not part of this kind of world. For example, at next weeks party.

Next weeks party:

Emma now wore a black mini cocktail dress, and tonight was 'casino' night in her and Peter's condo. It was a night where it wasn't clients as party guests, but their actual friends...but sometimes Emma wondered if Peter's friends were even HER friends.

She had stormed into the kitchen, and she shook her head at herself, tears burning in her eyes. Why did she do this stuff to herself?! Where was the Emma she use to know? Why, she came out time to time with taunting thoughts in her head. She'd make fun of herself when she went to desperate measures to impress Peter and his family and friends.. yet she was too scared or too worried about losing the new life she had and didn't want to screw it up.

But tonight, tonight she just couldn't take anymore. It could of been the fact she hadn't been able to get her 'hook up' from her dealer, and was having a mini withdrawal. Or, she could finally be sobering up to this fake, horrible life.

"Emma!" PEter had chased her back in that kitchen, where they fought like this all the time. "He was kidding!"

Emma whipped around, her eyes a blur from the tears. "Oh how funny, Peter! It was a REAL laugh! Next time you see Brad, tell him I think it's hilarious when he makes jokes that your assistant, Bianca, goes down on you in your office!"

Peter cringed but looked back up at her sternly. "Lets not make a scene tonight. We'll talk about it tomorrow. I love you alright? Lets go." he went to pull her hand and she whipped it out of his, shaking her head no. "What now?!What is it, Emma!?" He snapped louder, "What, you didn't get your fix today or is this just another episode from being hungry? Eat something, if it'll make you shut up."

Emma stared blankly at him, her chest rising and falling from anger but then slowed down and steadied as she looked around and snickered. She charged toward the fridge, "Why don't I do that?" she whipped open the fridge, and found left over pizza from the other night that she only had a few bites of to last her the day. She grabbed it, facing him, and took a huge bite.

He rolled his eyes to her 'scene'. Emma sighed though and took another big bite. The old Emma she use to know laughed in her head. Why do we let this prick tell us what to do? Doesn't this pizza taste good? Don't you feel more free than you had before?

Emma finished the pizza and clapped her hands clean before swallowing the last bite and put her hands on her hips, giving Peter a 'bite me' stare down.

He squinted his eyes. "You done? Can we go back to the party now?"

Emma looked down, and lifted her hand to stare at her ring and then yanked it off with her other hand. "Yah Peter, You can go back to the party, but I'm leaving.."

He jumped and caught something she threw at him. He looked down at the ring, and his mouth dropped to look up at her with panic in his eyes. B-but she was his perfect trophy wife. They were going to get married in less than a month!

And honestly, Emma was happy she had done this before it was too late.

"It's over." she stormed past him, and out the kitchen door.

Peter clenched the ring, hurt and angry, he turned to where she stormed away and shouted, "I made you! And I can break you! You're nothing without me, babe!"

END OF FLASHBACK.

"We're here."

Emma snapped out of it, seeing Manny had parked Jay's car on a street full of other cars. Must of been a party.

So! It'd been 2 and a half months, almost 3, since Emma walked away from Peter. The first month consisted of moving her stuff out, and living with her friend from work; Hannah. The second month, was focusing on her work and sadly still not giving up her 'addiction'. Blow was the only thing that she felt kept her going. She had tried to eat a bit more, but she was still subconscious.. she felt she always would be. At least she ate small meals though now and then, instead of nothing but a few bites and only water.

Now, coming to her third month of splitting with Peter; 75 days to be exact.. she had chose to go home. Back to Degrassi.

"Where are we?" Emma asked.

Manny grabbed her purse and grinned mischievously at Emma, "Spinner Masons house. It'll probably be like a highschool reuinion."

Manny almost made it out the door until she felt Emma grab her, rather hard. She looked back and saw the fear across Emma's face.

"No, Manny. I can't." she shook her head no. "I don't want to see...anyone.. I doubt they even remember me anyways. Can't we go somewhere else?"

"No, this will be fun! Come on!" she got out,and Emma took a minute to silently pout before going after her.

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"You made it!" Jane exclaimed, opening the door for Emma and Manny. She hugged Manny and smiled to Emma over her shoulder. She must be the girl Manny never shut up about

Emma smiled back but rather uneasily and looked around; not recognizing anyone really, it had been a long time though.. She also didn't notice a pair of familiar blue eyes staring wide right at her from the corner.

"Holy fuck." purred a voice right in Sean's ear.

Sean snapped out of it, his mind racing a million thoughts per second and his body feeling not his own; he couldn't control the tingles he was feeling, or slight numbness, and then he got really hot one second, to back to room temperature. Was he having a stroke? No. He was too young and too fit for that! His eyes couldn't help but drift back to Emma.

It was her. He would recognize her anywhere, no matter how long it'd been, or how different they were . That face, those hazel eyes.. the blonde hair. She hadn't changed much. You know, besides the fact she was definitely a woman now. She let her walking to the talking, and that smile of hers could make a guy do anything. Yet, Sean noticed, even all the way back here, her smile looked forced.

Yet she was still beautiful.

She was back. He couldn't believe he was actually seeing Emma freakin Nelson again.

Why didn't he change before this fucking party? Fuck, fuck, double fuck.

Lucas Vaughn had groaned again beside Sean, causing him to glare and want him to back up. The guy must of also took notice of Emma.

"Who is that fine creature?" he joked, but looked to Sean and Jay for an answer.

Jay turned from sipping his beer to see what he had meant and happily saw Manny coming in. Lucas knew Manny, and wouldn't say something like that at least in front of Jay, so he had to be talking about Emma. Obviously.

Jay paused before he answered, noticing Sean turn his body around, so Emma wouldn't see him or something. Jay had to laugh out loud, sipping his beer again. He knew it, tonight was going to be great!

"That's Emma Greenpace Nelson." Jay finally answered Lucas, but we all knew he was mostly silently taunting Sean as he egged Lucas on to go introduce himself to Emma. In reality, it would force Sean to go make the move first before Lucas beat him to it. "She just moved back, totally single. Go mingle."

Sean itched the back of his head, peaking up to glance between Jay and Lucas and narrowing his eyes to see Lucas about to go make his move.

Sean turned and went to go talk to her. God fucking help me. He had turned to fast though, and bumped hard into someone from right behind him.

Amy gasped, dropping her beer can, "shit!" she jumped back from it over flowing over her feet and went to glare at whoever bumped into her and made her drop it. She then gasped and shut her mouth as Sean looked down and back up at her

"Sor-" he was cut off, noticing Lucas go around them and head straight to Manny and Emma. He had even brought his hand out to act as if a gentlemen and Emma was actually shaking it; falling for her. "Sorry." Sean finally said, blinking out of it and clenched his jaw, looking back at Amy.

What chance did he have with Emma anyways? He blew that years ago.

"No problem. Help me?" she asked, motioning for him to follow her in the kitchen where they could be alone.

Sean figured he spilt it all over her legs or dress and needed help finding napkin. So he followed, with slight disappointment.

From behind, Jay chuckled and shook his head watching him go. He went over to Manny now, and decided to go have his fun with Greenpeace now. It'd been too long.

"Gp, is there a skirt to go with that top?" he taunted, wrapping an arm around Manny's waist as he pulled her against him.

Emma turned from talking to Lucas, to narrow her eyes bitterly at him. She wasn't in the mood for his 'too short of skirt' bit. Manny even slapped his arm.

He snickered and raised his hands in peace. "You girls want a beer?" he looked over at Manny, and they had both nodded.

Manny then whispered in his ear, "I'll go get them, you stay. Don't let Emma leave with Lucas. He's YOUR friend."

Jay silently laughed and they agreed upon it with a kiss, and he watched her go before turning to Emma and mentioning, "I heard you were PoinDexter free."

"Jay," Emma noted, annoyed, "I'm here for a party."

"WhaT?" he shrugged innocently, "I'm having fun, aren't you having fun?" he looked to her and Lucas behind her who smirked down at her.

Emma almost shivered in disgust. I mean, Lucas was good looking, but so not her type and trying way too hard.

"I'm having fun." he huskily side noted.

"Gross." Jay informed loudly, inching his eyes shut a little with disgust.

"I'm going to have fun, if it's the last thing I do." Emma insisted, looking around and noticing that indeed everyone was having fun and for once, she didn't have to be on her best behavior or watch out for glass tables or thousand dollar vases or paintings. She could use some help, and she knew what she could do to make sure she had some. "I'll be right back." she informed.

Both Lucas and Jay watched her mysteriously walk off, heading right towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen..

"Can you hand me that kitchen towel?" Amy asked Sean, using little napkins to clean her shoes off but her legs were still a bit soaked.

Sean was staring at the sink to the right of him, leaning back on it and blinked, snapping out of it. He looked at her and she nodded to beside him. Oh, right. Towel.

He went to grab it, to hear her giggle and take two steps over to him, then one more which made her awfully close. Then one more, which meant right up against him. He tensed.

"what are you doing?" he had to ask.

Amy raised an eyebrow, "You need a girl to confirm out loud that she's hitting on you? Thought you'd be use to by now." she teased with a growing smile.

He swallowed hard as she wrapped her fingers around his solid neck, pressing her hips into his and trying to grind on his front to get a reaction. He groaned a bit but scoffed. As much as he'd usually be into a random hook up, with no strings, right now he was oddly just not feeling it. Neither was his...you know.

"Amy-" before he could even protest, she loved the sound of her name on his lips and moaned out loud.

"Oh Sean!" she dug at his pants, panting heavily and wanted him right now. They were alone in the kitchen, they could do it! It'd be so hot.

Sean's eyes widened a bit, putting his hands on her waist when she practically mauled him out of nowhere, "What the fu-"

She kissed him hard, and he shut his eyes to just how painful and hard it was. Shit. I-I guess they were doing this. She pulled away panting and kissed him again, running her fingers through his hair. He tried to get into it and kiss her back, but he shook his head and tried to push her back. He just wasn't into it.

"Wait!"

She took the step back just to take her top off though, revealing her black lace bra and she attached herself to him again, "Take me right here."

"Are you crazy?!" behind the bizarre scene going on right now, nobody noticed the kitchen door opening.

"Do it!" she begged, digging at his belt to unbuckle it now, "Do me now."

Emma looked up from just entering, her eyes widening to what she just heard. Was there a couple hooking up in the friggen kitchen that she just walked into?

Sure enough, she saw a girl throwing herself at some guy by the counter, her top already off. That was quick, considering the guy was fully clothed. All power to the girl though I guess, Emma would do it too when she noticed how handsome the guy was- Oh my god.

She knew THIS guy. It was Sean Cameron.

A gorgeous, way too gorgeous to even breath right now, Sean Cameron.

"Oh my god." Emma said out loud, her eyes widening and mouth falling. The 'couple' had turned and were both panting. Amy panted from excitement..Sean was panting from practically almost getting sexually harressed if not for this person-oh god, oh fuck-

"Emma?" Sean had to say out loud, breathless now and not believing this had to be the way she'd see him again. Worst moment in history.

Emma simply blinked. Wow. He remembered her. She then noticed Amy now too. Amy from friggen highschool. He was making out with his old rebound ex from HIGHSCHOOL!? Ridiculous. But Emma had to laugh. It was all too funny, too unreal.

"Wow, just like highschool I guess right?" she teased them, turning around to leave so they could get back to whatever they were about to do. She wouldn't want to interrupt!

Sean's mouth fell and he tried to quickly explain as he ruffled his belt back together, "No it's not like-"

Emma was already out the door and Amy was already back all over him, "Finally, alone." she said, not even recognizing who that was that had just come in.

Sean finally used his strength to get her of him and stormed off, out the door. He came out of the kitchen a bit breathless, and ran his hand through his hair as he looked for Emma.

Everyone was still drinking, talking over another, having a good time. Emma was at the drinks table, and filling a cup with some vodka now as he quickly walked over to her.

"Um, that, in there.." Sean drifted off as he stopped behind Emma, lowering his voice so he could explain, "It was-"

Emma looked over her shoulder with a small smirk, "We're adults now Sean, I know what it was. Spare the details though." she wrinkled her nose rather cutely to Sean's notice, but he also knew she did it in disgust and that made him groan that she actually believed he was doing the dirt with Amy in there. "Good to see you though." she added.

Before he knew it, she was going to walk off. That was it.

He didn't know what was coming over him, but he couldn't let her go, not again.

Emma was shocked as well when he reached for her and turned her back towards him. She gave him a confused look. What was he doing? Wasn't he dating Amy now? Or again? Or whatever it was. He didn't need to explain what he was doing with his own girl friend in there, Emma just didn't want to know.

Seemed Emma was behind on her old Degrassi rumors and hottest new couples. She was slightly disappointed though that Sean would chose to be with a girl like that again.

"I haven't even seen Amy Pratt since highschool." Sean informed.

Emma tilted her head, "Oh." she squinted her eyes at him, "So you were just fooling around for fun? You're like that now?" he wasn't like that before. I mean, he was body melting attractive and could easily be a player, but he never abused his looks with girls before. Why now?

She was getting more and more disappointed, her heart falling a bit.

"What?" he shook his head incredulously, "No!" he exclaimed. He looked desperate, Emma had to giggle a bit. She'd never seen him look so rattled up. It was cute.

"Wow," came another voice, tearing them apart. "Look. At. This." Jay sang too obviously, grinning ear to ear like the cheshire cat as he stopped on the other side of them with Manny.

Sean glared hatefully at him, before Manny said, "Isn't it so wierd we can all still bump into people we use to know and just catch up?"

Sean and Emma snuck a glance at another. His heart stopped, and she teased him a bit as she explained to Manny and Jay, "Ya! This party is way too fun, you were right Jay. I even just caught Amy and Sean in the kitchen and Sean was just about to...what did Amy say, Sean?" she gasped as she remembered, "Do her?"

Sean growled. Manny almost spit back her drink into her cup, and Jay almost doubled over from laughing.

Emma bit her lip to try and stop smiling, catching Sean's look that this no longer was funny anymore. She couldn't help it. He deserved it. He shouldn't be with girls who were- wait Emma, she thought to herself, what say do you have over who he dates or 'fucks'? Maybe I am being a little chidlish...maybe even a little jealous. Wait. That's crazy. It was just old feelings playing games.

Sean taunted her back now, "So where's your fiance? The rich guy, we hear so much about."

Manny slapped Sean's arm and Emma squinted her eyes almost madly at him. He had to of known about the break up. She was only teasing him, but now he was getting mean.

Emma tried to ignore the painful swallow in her throat as she turned to Manny and Jay, "Where's a bathroom here?"

"Upstairs." Manny pouted a bit, hoping that mention of Emma's ex didn't set Emma back at all.

When Emma turned and left, Sean emotionally smacked himself too and Manny hissed at him, "What is wrong with you!?"

"I don't know!" Sean snapped back, turning to the drinks table and viciously grabbed a bottle of beer and popped it open. He wasn't feeling himself, and now he felt like shit. Back when he was a kid, Emma always made him feel sheepish, or on cloud 9... but this Emma? She had him all fired up, feeling different feelings per second. Where was it coming from? What did it mean?

Had he hurt her?

He didn't know it would effect her so bad.. he thought they were still teasing and maybe he got too angry. You know him and his flip outs.

Upstairs though, the mention had sadly set Emma back. She had locked the door behind her, stared at herself in the mirror before scoffing and grabbed a small bottle out of her purse.

She lined up a white line of coke.

And took it with Peter's voice in her head, 'I made you, and I can break you. You're nothing without me.'

Emma leaned back, almost fell back, into the wall. She shut her eyes softly, feeling the rush run through her body and her mind finally go blank. The feeling of sadness washed away as best as it could.

She tried to prepare herself again as she opened her eyes and went to go back downstairs.

AU: Another chapter guys! Please review! Will Emma be okay? What's happening with Sean? Maybe now that he's older, it isn't some crush on Emma anymore but now a deep, deeper feeling? Hmmm? Also, give me a side plot for Manny and Jay other than the wedding!