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Emma plus Sean.

Never boring.

First that car race and that kiss.

Felt so right.

And I have a boyfriend.

And I feel terrible.

I don't do this. I'm not that kind of girl. I know.

That's why I, like, respect you and whatever.

Well, I'm glad I have your respect or whatever.

I have more than just respect for you.

You know that, right?

Peter's inside. I have to go.

Oh, she made it home in one piece.

Where's Sean? Is he coming in?

Um, nope. He's just leaving. He had to go.

Man, I want to see what he thought about the big race.

You beating Jay. It was awesome, wasn't it?

Until the cops crashed the party.

So your cell phone was off.

We've been calling.

We were worried.

She was worried, not me.

Oh, oh, oh. Let's go, let's go. Yeah, yeah, so. It ain't no question it's a

party tonight.

Yo, Eminem, where's D12?

He grabbed the newest MC from White Spirits.

Yo, Hampshire.

What's up, dog?

You down for another race tonight?

You sure Emma doesn't mind being dragged to the street races again?

She'd rather bludgeon a baby seal.

That's why it's just me and you, my man.

I got calculus. I'm sorry.

I can help, man. I'm pretty smart.

Thanks.

But no thanks.

Heard the weather report this day?

Sunny with partial clouds, slight chance of calculus before lunch. More like

dark, stormy, chance of straight racing in the afternoon, followed by more

secret make -out sessions with Sean.

Stick to acting, Manny, because you're a lousy weather girl.

So, you're saying nothing happened?

For the gazillionth time, yes. I mean, no.

I'm with Peter.

Sean is totally not even anything.

So who's acting now?

Hey.

Are you crazy? We're going to be late for homeroom. Just give me a second.

I have to give you something.

They're gorgeous.

But how do I possibly explain them to Peter?

I hadn't thought about that.

There are a lot of nice, attractive girls at Degrassi.

Thanks, Mom.

Or what about Allie? You guys were hot and heavy for a while.

Forget Allie.

I know who I want.

I think you do, too.

Three residence blocks have opened up.

Allie, Michelle.

Room 206. Me!

Back we are.

Colin. Room 416.

And Nash.

Eleanor. Yes.

Congrats, Eleanor.

Thank you.

Hey. Hi.

Well,

it's cozy.

And hey, you have a roommate from...

Yesteryear. Eleanor?

I'm your new roommate, Amberlee.

Ellie, actually.

Um, this is my friend Marco.

Oh, cute.

You'd better tie your scarf around the doorknob when he's over.

Hi, I'm gay. Oh my god, really?

Eleanor, you are already so much cooler than my last roommate. Such a sourpuss.

For all the amazing memories we're going to be making this year.

Emberly, Eleanor here is just duper duper at making memories. You two are

to be so happy together.

Happy.

Yay.

Let's put the crown, Miss Mopi.

I said nothing happened.

I sort of lied.

Just don't punch me, okay? My arm is still hurting from yesterday.

Why, Em? Why?

It was all going so well. You and Peter were perfect.

Manny, you never liked Peter.

Still don't at all.

But he's been good to you, especially when you were sick.

Look, I don't feel guilty enough.

It's not about guilt. It's about you not messing up your life.

You are not going back to Rexieville, Emma Nelson.

Not on my watch.

I won't.

I promise, I just... I have a little romantic dilemma which I'll figure out,

okay?

I got dripped on by something green and living on the bathroom ceiling.

Oh, fungus mold. Icky wicky.

Is this supposed to be food?

Uh, some kind of delicious chowder? Looks like somebody already ate it.

Well, you're taking journalism, right? Sounds like your first article.

What happened to my print?

Print?

I hope no one stole it.

My things.

You unpack that?

Sometimes people need a push.

That's what my grand -grand says. And grand -grand knows everything.

Hey,

you took off after school. I wanted to give you a lift.

Yeah, so Sean totally bailed on me. So you want to hang?

Maybe go to the races?

Brain check. I just need to be by myself tonight.

Em, what's going on? You're eating, right?

I didn't see you at lunch. Yes, I am eating.

I wasn't at lunch because I just need my own space right now.

What do you mean, space for me?

I just think maybe we should take a little hiatus. Nothing major.

You're kidding, right?

Sorry, I just need a break.

It's nothing to freak over.

Don't tell me not to freak. You're dumping me. I didn't say I was. You're

understanding me. I think I am.

Sean is stupid.

How can I trust that guy?

Peter, stop it. It's not Sean's fault. I don't even know how it happened. Well,

did you have sex with him?

No.

I can't believe you'd even ask me that. I'm not some kind of slut.

Could have fooled me.

No, Em, I didn't mean it.

Okay, fine.

Good luck with Sean. He's not who you think he is.

You're looking for free condoms, health clinics next door?

No, I'm good, thanks.

I was wondering how to get something published.

Found the right person. I'm Jesse, editor.

Written before?

Co -op stuff that I did in high school.

Frosh?

Yeah, we don't usually give assignments to freshmen. Not unless they have

something totally genius.

Well, I do have something.

It's a first -person reportage on dorm life.

I think it's kind of funny.

Not laughing.

Gets better.

So I'll just leave it there and maybe you'll read it.

But if you do print it, it's got to be anonymous. I was kind of a little bit

harsh.

A lot harsh.

Still here?

Sean Cameron?

There's nothing in there, Miss H.

I told you, I'm just following up on a tip, so let's get this over with.

That's not mine.

Miss H., I swear to you, you have to believe me. I think the evidence speaks

itself.

I'm suspended indefinitely.

I don't get it. Who would do this? Who would plant drugs in my locker? Who

me that much?

Did you tell Peter about us? Yes, but... He did this. That's ridiculous.

Yeah, he's the principal's son. He probably figured some way to get into my

locker. Do you know how paranoid that sounds?

Then who?

Who else planted it?

You think they're mine?

You think I actually sell drugs?

No, but you did buy me some very expensive earrings.

I can't believe you.

I can't believe you just called me a drug dealer.

I didn't.

You know what, Emma?

Go to hell.

There I am.

There I really am. Jesse, I said the byline had to be anonymous.

Well, you don't stand by what you wrote.

But I trashed the housing department, the administration.

And that roommate of yours.

Gran Gran.

You're right. It was funny.

Don't be to her.

Hey, you want to be a journalist? That's the name of the game. It's about

telling the truth, no matter what.

Rosh. I'll make it up to you, okay?

You can cover the tuition rally.

Like, an actual news story?

Still here?

There's news.

How's Sean? Where is he?

Probably far away from here.

Well, if you speak to him, tell him I'll do whatever I can.

I'll talk to my mom.

I'll do anything.

Did you know about this?

I mean, the drug?

I knew he was into some stuff, yeah.

I just didn't know how to leave.

He thinks you did it.

What?

Okay, Sean is my friend.

Yeah, I was hurt, but, like, I would never.

And I don't know who made the tip.

Maybe he ripped someone off in a drug deal or something. I don't know.

Um... About yesterday.

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

Yeah, I was gonna use those, but whatever.

Whatever's right.

All right, I'm out of here, man. I'm going back to Orsega. Man, that is so

You're gonna let that little wiener beat you?

He's already won.

All right, I've been kicked out of school. Emma thinks I'm a drug dealer?

screwed, man.

One more time.

Look, at least you'll be able to sleep better knowing that you fixed that punk.

Kicking the crap out of him isn't gonna help.

All right, his mom will probably have me charged with assault or something.

There are other ways to beat him.

I bet he's at the races again. He was there last night looking for a race.

And I finally installed the nitrous oxide in your ride.

Just the edge you need to smoke that little punk.

Let's teach him a lesson. Yeah. Pain 101.

My favorite subject.

my roommate, the Stepford Omarosa minus the look.

Why would you do this? Look, I want to be a journalist and sometimes that means

people get hurt.

And sometimes black -clad sourpusses get booted out.

The tribe has spoken, Eleanor.

Give me your torch.

But I...

What? Get out of the car, man!

Relax, dude. What's this about?

You know what this is about. We got a score to settle. Dude, try to see my

girlfriend. Don't they teach you guy code and wagga wagga bait?

Don't they teach you to fight your own battles?

Not to get your mom to fight them for you?

Yeah, you spent some time in her office today, right?

You know, she keeps a lot of cool stuff in there, like permanent records, answer

keys.

Locker combinations.

You suck. Easy, Sean, easy. Remember what we came here to do, okay?

Yeah, I do.

You and me.

All right, we're going to settle this out there on the street.

What, you want to race me?

In that hunk of junk?

You're on, bitch.

What do we do?

Your phone.

Give me your cell phone. Give me your cell phone.

Yeah.

I need an ambulance. There's a guy. He's been hit by a car.

Near Sarasimco Park, past Countryside Drive.

Thanks. Okay.

No breathing?

Yeah, where's that ambulance?

Sean, listen to me.

You have to go.

Peter is a minor. You're 18.

You're gonna do hard time for this. Dude, don't listen to me. Am I talking

you?

Sean, get in your car and drive.

Go!

That anonymous article?

Not so anonymous.

Student housing gave you the boot, huh?

Lovely and St. Amberly saved them the trouble.

Oh, didn't you issue a retraction?

On my first piece?

I'd make a great impression on the editor.

¿Qué pasa?

Uh, Ellie needs somewhere to crash.

Just for tonight.

Well, wait, we are looking for a roommate, right, Dylan?

Well, so long as you can make rent, mi casa es su casa.

Yes, this is gonna be so great. I know exactly how to kick off our first night

as roomies.

Saved by the bell marathon starts in five. And I have the microwave popcorn

the buttery jalapeno sauce.

Could you at least pretend you're unhappy I got kicked out?

Good news.

Just off the phone with Peter's dad.

They posted bail and he is safe and sound at home.

What about the guy who got hit?

He's in the hospital.

He's hurt, but he's stable.

And Sean just totally bailed?

That's a hit and run, right?

Em, I think everything's under control now.

Why don't you go get some sleep?

This is bad.

Sean? What are you doing here?

I screwed up, Em.

I screwed up real bad.

Understatement of the century. The police are looking for you.

I know.

I know.

That's why I need your help.

You're the only one who cares.

You're the only one who... You're wrong.

I don't care, Sean. I can't.

Not anymore.

You need to turn yourself in.