Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, but here's chap 11! Enjoy! I think you'll like this one.

Emma wanted so bad to waltz up to him and say she was sorry. Tell him it would never happen again. Tell him she was over Sean and she wanted to be with him. But she couldn't, Damien hated her guts. He wanted nothing to do with her.

Because of her ignorant choice to kiss Sean, Emma would never truly be happy. And the fact that she was leading Sean on made her feel worse. This time of the year any senior should be happy. Preparing for graduation, going off into the unknown that was college, celebrating prom with the one they loved. Instead, Emma's life was a mess and the only way she could fix it was to try to talk to Damien… if he'd allow it.

The blonde paced back and forth outside Mr. Henry's History Class. She finished an exam early and got the okay from Ms. Kwan to leave. The bell echoed throughout the halls, classroom doors flung open and students began to file out. Emma waited aside until she spotted Damien. He started down the opposite way, Emma chased after him.

"Damien!" she called. He stopped and turned, not sure who the person was. Once he found out whom, a look of disgust fell upon his face. He continued down the hall. "Wait! Damien, wait!" she called, chasing after him.

"Leave me alone Emma."

"Look, I'm sorry. I never meant to,"

"What?" Damien stopped to face her. "Walk up to your ex and kiss him right in front of my face? Save the apology." He stormed off again.

"I didn't mean for things to get like this," Emma said, chasing after him again. "You just sorta made me mad and I,"

"Acted on impulse?" Damien finished.

"Yes. No. Stop!" she said, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. "I'm sorry. Okay? And I wish I could go back and change what happened that night, but I can't."

"Look, you had your shot and yah blew it! Whatever you have to say, I don't care. You're garbage to me Nelson." With that, he walked off. Emma didn't follow this time. She held back the urge to cry as she watched him walk down the hall. Others stared and began whispering, some giggled and others just stared in aw.

Emma had screwed up entirely.

…

Jay was right… surprisingly. The only way to figure out his problem was to talk things out with Ellie; Sean wasn't exactly sure what they'd talk about or if she'd even look at him, but he needed to sort out his feelings for her. And whether there'd be a peaceful conversation, a look of despair, or a simple door in the face; he'd know how he felt.

Sean knocked on the door, hoping for Ellie to answer.

A few seconds later, the door opened. It was Marco.

"Yes?" he asked, sternness in his voice.

"Uh Marco." Sean nodded.

"Sean Cameron, mind telling me what you're doing here?"

"Yeah. Um… is Ellie home?"

"Depends. Why do you wanna see her?"

"Just to talk." Sean felt like he was being interrogated by a girlfriend's father.

"Hmm. Plan on filling her up with more lies or are yah just gonna skip to the part where you break her heart all over again?"

"Look, I didn't come here for this. If she's not here then,"

"She has a class."

"Fine. I'll just come back later."

"I don't think that's wise. It's probably best if you just keep your distance from Ellie."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Do you have any idea what it's been like for her since that night? She's broken, she's not Ellie anymore."

"I understand, but,"

"No, you don't understand. She's been through a lot, and you coming back fixing things was what she needed. Sure it was unexpected, but so what. You screwed things up Sean."

"I know. I know. That's why I came here to talk to her. Fix things."

"No, you have Emma. Remember? The girl you occasionally date four times a month."

"I'm not with Emma… well I am, but… Okay, I guess I'm not gonna win this." Sean sighed. "Just, when she gets back, tell her I'm sorry and I just wanna… I just wanna see her. Just see her face. That's all. I miss her. And… I love her." Sean walked off, leaving Marco a bit stunned.

Later

There she is. It's time to drop the bomb, Sean thought as he approached Emma. He promised he'd walk her home after school, but it wasn't for a romantic stroll down the side walk. He had to tell her his true feelings, he couldn't go on unhappy with her. Ellie was the girl for him and Emma had to know the truth before things escalated between them.

"Hey," he greeted., nervously shoving his hands in his pockets. They met at the stone steps that led into the school.

"Hey," she said unenthused.

"We have to talk,"

"Just what I was thinking." Emma agreed.

"I know things have been going good between us, but"

"I've kinda had someone else in the back of my head while I was with you,"

"And my feelings for them are just stronger than they are for you,"

"I think us returning to each other like this is more of a security thing, than it is a love thing,"

"And I know this'll probably hurt when I say this, but,"

"It's time we move on, and be with other people,"

"With people we love,"

"So,"

"Here it goes,"

"I don't wanna be with you," they both said eventually. "What?" they exclaimed.

"I was scared to tell; I thought that," Emma started.

"You thought that I'd freak out and hate you forever?" Sean finished.

"Yeah. So you don't wanna be with me?" Emma asked, a smile sprung across her face.

"I don't, I really don't."

"Good!" Emma cheered. "I don't wanna be with you either."

"That's great!"

"Ellie?"

"Yeah. Damien?" Sean said. Emma nodded.

"But he kinda hates me and I can't even get him to talk to me."

"I haven't seen Ellie since last Saturday, and judging by what she saw… I think she hates me more than she did the night at the party."

"Well, we gotta get 'em back.

"I know, I've tried. I even talked to Jay."

"Wow, you must've been desperate."

"Yeah. Well do you have any ideas?"

"Mmm, maybe one or two…"

To Be Continued…