Author's Note: Here's Chapter Seven! Also, I don't know if they have 1-800 numbers in Canada, but I put it as a phone number anyway. Forgive me, I'm an American, I don't know these things. Oh my God, who LOVED the Degrassi Spring Break Movie?! The ending was adorable. And there was so much Jay involved, I was very happy. READ AND REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. I do, however, own the idea of P&R Auto Body. Yay, I finally own something in my own story. Also, Blink 182 owns the song lyrics in this chapter. They're from a song called "Mutt."

Chapter Seven: Mutt

He pauses shaving and he tells himself that he is the bomb
She has her curlers set, her credit cards are paying the funds
He's not that old, I've been told
A strong sexual goal

They go out every day
She goes every way...oh yeah!
They don't even care at all

She's open waiting for more
And I know he's only looking to score
And it is way too unhealthy
Often they've typically
Been starved for attention before

She smokes a dozen and he doesn't seem to notice the smell
He took the seat off his own bike because the way that it felt
He wants to bone, this I know
She is ready to blow

They go out every night
His pants are super tight...oh yeah!
They don't even care at all

She couldn't believe what had happened the night before. After her encounter with Sean, she had gone back to bed in a daze, hoping that it had all been a dream, but knowing deep down that it had happened. She woke up early, forgetting about it for a split second, but then remembering quickly. The knocks on her door, grabbing the bat, Sean rushing in and saying his quick goodbyes. She couldn't make heads or tails of it.

She called Manny, who wasn't of much help. "Come over to my place, Em, we need to talk about this in person. Maybe then we can figure out what's going on with that demented boy of yours."

"He's not my boy anymore," Emma had responded through gritted teeth, but she grudgingly got in her car and began the ten-minute drive to Manny and Mark's new house.

About five minutes after leaving, she was approaching a stoplight when her car began to sputter, and she pulled into a vacant parking lot in frustration, where her car promptly broke down, refusing to start no matter how much Emma coaxed it. She banged her head on the steering wheel and shrieked, wondering if the day could get any worse.

How am I gonna have this towed? The only mechanic's place I know is Cameron's Custom Cars; I can't exactly call them, can I? Faced with no other option, she sighed and dialed the number of Sean's garage.

"Hello?" he answered, voice strong and friendly. He sounds fine for a guy that just dumped his girl on the side.

"Hey, Sean, sorry to call you, but my car broke down on Hoover Street. Do you think you could send a tow truck?" She tried to sound happy and amicable, but it was forced and they both knew it.

"Emma, I told you not to call me again. I'm sorry, but I can't help you. Why don't you call this number instead?" He quickly repeated a telephone number and hung up. Emma's face contorted with rage. He hung up on me! That bastard!

She dialed the number Sean had recited. It was easy to remember. 1-800-OUR-SHOP. She waited for a minute while the phone rang, and finally someone picked up.

"P&R Auto Body, what's your issue?" the voice boomed, sounding sarcastic and intimidating. She recognized it at once. Sean had given her the number of a shop that Jay worked at. She seethed, wishing she'd kept the baseball bat handy the night before.

"Jay, it's Emma. My car broke down on Hoover. Get me a tow truck." She loved the fact that she had the power to boss him around at his job, and her tone took on an arrogant air as she sniffed into the phone. "And make it quick, I have to get to Manny's today."

The phone clicked and the dial tone filled her ear. Why is everyone hanging up on me? She wondered, angry.

Ten long minutes later, a blue tow truck bearing the words "P&R AUTO BODY, TORONTO" slowly pulled into the parking lot, and Jay stepped out of the driver's side, looking annoyed and unhappy. He walked over to Emma's window and she rolled it down. "You're gonna need to get out of the car if you want me to tow it, Greenpeace," he said, wiping his greasy hand on his navy coveralls.

She opened the door and stepped out, trying to step on his foot in the process, but missing it completely. "Now where do I go?" she asked him. He pointed to his tow truck's passenger side, and she walked over and climbed in, pissed off that she had to share a car with Jay. She stared out the front window until he got into the driver's seat next to her.

"So we meet again, woman. Never thought I'd see your face again." He smirked at her and started the car, as she rolled her eyes.

"I thought you worked at Cameron's Custom Cars," she said, puzzled. That's what Sean had told her that night at The Dot.

"Seany Boy fired me a couple weeks ago, for no reason. Whatever, it's his loss. I'm at P&R now. Much better than his stupid garage." She noted the hint of regret in his voice, and she could tell he didn't mean what he said. He and Sean had been best friends, after all.

"Oh."

They drove in silence for less than ten minutes, and she took in the scenery around her while they drove. Tall buildings, houses, coffee shops, bars, restaurants, libraries, schools. Jay listened to the radio, blasting loud metal-type music out of the window, which earned nasty stares from most pedestrians.

When they arrived at P&R, Emma hopped out of the truck as fast as she could, glaring menacingly at Jay in the process. He ignored her evil stares and walked into the garage, motioning for her to follow.

There were about six other people in it, all working and laughing, dressed in the same coveralls as Jay, but with different nametags. Cars were all over the place, some suspended from the ceiling, others raised up on platforms with guys working under them. It was slightly dark inside, but a few light bulbs dotted the ceiling, lighting the areas around them. A few refrigerators were on the floor, with six-packs waiting to get stacked in them. Tools and stools were scattered around. Emma smiled. It felt friendly, even homey; she loved it.

"Are you gonna follow me, or are you gonna keep staring at everything like a friggin' tourist?" Jay snidely remarked, tossing a greasy, white towel to the ground.

She followed him without words, still looking around the big garage. She could hear music playing softly, the same kind of music that Jay had blasted in his truck, but this time she didn't think it was as bad as she had first thought it to be.

After a few minutes of working on the car, which was leaking some strange looking liquid and smoking, Jay shut the hood. He wiped his hands on his coveralls again, and turned to Emma. "Well, it looks like your head gasket's blown. Gonna cost more to repair it than to get a new car, probably."

Emma's face fell. She couldn't get a new car! Her car was her baby. "No," she said defiantly, causing a few of the other mechanics to eavesdrop. "I'll pay anything. Just fix it, Jay."

Jay shrugged. "Fine, but you're gonna need to buy me the parts, if you want me to fix it. You can start off by buying me this stuff." He made a list of items, none of which Emma recognized, and handed it to her. She had no idea where to find the items, but she took it without question.

"Bring them to me tomorrow," Jay added. "And get out of here, will ya?"

With one last glare, Emma left the garage on foot, realizing two minutes later that she'd have to walk home without visiting Manny, since the garage was only a few minutes from her place, but a back-breaking distance from her friend's. She cursed Jayson Hogart under her breath, and headed home.