It was a Saturday morning and the only reason I was at school was because the teachers had practically dragged me out to help them with the upcoming school anniversary’s preparations. My friends were there, of course, and we were just getting started on sticking some photographs onto Styrofoam frames when he first gave me a sign. John looked up from the computer he was using to design a poster for the anniversary and grinned. I smiled back. Alright, nothing unusual. I went about my work, unaware that he was still looking at me. When I finally turned around after a few minutes, I saw his eyes on the lower half of my body. It was a hot day and I was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a plain white cotton tee. “You alright?” I asked, walking towards him and leaning against the computer desk. “Yeah!” he replied, a little too quickly, turning his gaze back to the screen. Something was definitely going on in here.


About two hours later, when all the work we had been assigned was completed, John plopped down beside me on the carpeted floor. Sweat was trickling off his forehead and his hair and clothes were soaking. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight – John was the school’s star athlete. “You know when you asked me if I was okay back there?” he said, bringing it up. I nodded. “I broke up with Bella.” Oh God.