Chapter 3

I put the papers into a different bag with all my school things. I left my room and exited the house. I saw Spinner and Craig talking and looking confused.

"You!" Spinner yelled as I walked away from the house. I turned to them.

"Yes Gavin, did you need something?" I asked sweetly.

"Why the hell were you at Psycho's house?" Craig yelled.

"Well, I like making people feel like they have something to live for in their life when they lose, idunno, a son." I replied.

I turned around and started walking down the street again when I heard the boys yelling, a car pulled up next to me.

The window rolled down and I saw the blonde from earlier with a blonde boy.

I leaned on the window.

"Hello, did you two blondies need help with something?"

"Actually we did," said Emma, "We have this new kid we want to leave our school!"

"Emma!" the boy was shocked.

"Well, I need help bringing my older brother back from a coma but what you want and what you get are completely different things." I smirked. "Now, I need you to warn the students to stay away from the Murray House, or else."

"Because your threats mean something to us." Emma said sarcastically.

"They should. I take what I say seriously most of the time, so should you. Anyways," I puit her hand on Peters shoulder, he took it off. "Most of the people at Degrassi don't know what I've been through, so don't label me at first glance!" I spat, before continuing my walk.

Emma watched as the younger girl pushed and kicked objects from her path.

"She's just like him." Emma scowled

"Who?" peter asked.

"Rick Murray the guy that shot jimmy brooks." Peter nodded. "He was killed that day, in the school. I wouldn't be supprised if she beat her boyfriends." Emma ranted.

"Okay Emma, that's enough!" peter yelled, interrupting her

"What?! Its not like you know her!" emma telled

"Neither do you! Look, I need to meet Darcy and I don't want to be mad. I'm taking you home."

Emma gaped at him before narrowing her eyes.

"Just because she's your girlfriend doesn't mean shes everything!"

"Yes she is! To me." Peter gripped the steering wheel as he drove off.

"How are you going to take her out without my money?" she smirked

Peter showed her a wad of cash.

"Gift from E. Jade Murray, elementary school friend." Emma huffed and crossed her arms.