A/N: Me once again having my way with the season six spoilers. I didn't invent Jesse, but am choosing to excercise my creative right by twisting him to my will.

Summery: Ellie was finally moving on. Then he came back.

Disclaimer: Psh, if I owned Degrassi do you think I'd be here? Well, probably.

Rating: T for right now, but you never know where it will end up.

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Prologue

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There are times when I think I must have been born under a cursed star.

If you stop and think about it, it would all make so much sense. Especially where my love life is concerned. I mean it. My first love was moe interested in the boys soccer team than I was and used me as his cover. The only real boyfriend I ever had made me safe and convinced me to shack up with him only to take off on me. Then there was the crush. The stupid, disastrous, almost wrecked it all crush that only ended with him in the ever eager arms of another girl and me with a broken heart.

Doesn't it make sense?

I should have realized this when I started hanging out with Jimmy. I lead him on. Unintentionally, but I did. He still gets a little weird around me. That's probably why I started spending less and less time with him and Ash. That, and her pestering me about who my crush really was. So my getting that job at the magazine was actually perfect. It provided me the ideal excuse to not have to spend time with them without having to lie.

Then the inevitable happened. Just like on one of those little teeny bopper t.v. dramas, the girl finds a guy. One that pushes all of her buttons and is eerily reminiscient of the guy she's trying to forget. That was Jesse. Tall and dark with dimples to die for he could have easily been the brother of the boy I was trying so desperately not to think about. Only the wire-rimmed glasses perched upon his nose marked the difference. Physically anyway. Personality wise, the only similarity between thte two was the mile wide stubborn streak. Don't ask me why, but having my own refusal to budge attitude makes me inexplicably drawn to others who share said trait.

Is it any wonder I need therapy?

But back to the curse. I seem to be doomed to never really be happy in love. Oh sure, Sean and I had a pretty good run for a while. For about a millisecond there I thought we might actually make it. But of course it all fell to peices around us. Just like it's doing now. Jesse and I are beginning to crumble, like I always knew we would.

Why? Because he showed up and weasled his way back into both my heart and my life. Because he would never truly let me have any peace.

Craig Manning was back and I was just going to have to deal with it.

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A/N: I know it's short, but hey, it's the prologue. BTW, my spell check went schizo. If anyone wants to offer their services as a beta, I'd be forever grateful.