A.N: I know this is super short, but I thought it was very cute.

Disclaimer: Not the Same by Bodyjar. Jay and Emma by Degrassi's writers. If you ever read the book Second Helpings, you might notice the similarity of this chapter to that of Jessica Darling;s post-breakup with Len. Emma seems like Jessica, but less angsty.

Think of all the things I do

And I still hold the thought of you

With someone else, I know its true

So faraway

Emma walked down the main hall of her school, waiting to talk to Peter. Jay walked up and whispered to her, "I'll pay you 10 dollars if you kick Peter Pan's ass"

"Jay, I'm going to remain poised, dignified, and graceful, no matter how much I want to watch him scream in pain"

Peter came slinking up to Emma, an apologetic look on his face, "Emma, I just want to apologize for hurting you and I was hoping we could get back-"

And I can only hold my breath

And start to die a lonely death

With you and me and all the rest, so faraway

"First of all, spare me your apology because it's more about making yourself feel less guilty than it is about looking for my forgiveness. Second of all, don't flatter yourself by thinking you hurt me. You're either an egomaniac or a psychotic like your mother if you think you hurt me" Yeah, that's right. I sunk to a 'Yo Mama' level. Whatever. He deserved it. "You blindsided me, that's for sure. And I was pissed off. Not so much about you hooking up with that girl because everyone knows you're just the latest trick in her hoebag. No, I was pissed for only one reason: you broke up with me before I had a chance to break up with you. And that makes me an even bigger asshole than you are. But at least I know it!"

Don't say I told you so

One thing you'll never know

You're not the same

You've changed

I don't need you anyway

Somethings missing anyway

You're not the person that I believed in yesterday

When Emma finished there was an applause from the scattered students in the hallway.

"So much for quiet, dignified grace" Jay said, his lips pressed together, and his arms folded against his faded black t-shirt, clinging to his chest.

"Not my style" Emma laughed, "I'm more of a loud, offensive mess"

"Yes" he said, slowly breaking into his signature smirk, "Yes, you are"

I can't hold it back you see

I know it all comes back to me

You must have practice hard to be so faraway

Never wanted me to show

Just write me off, I let you go

And now there's more for you to know

so faraway