You were a sophomore in highschool, and Jay was too. You guys weren't together. In fact, you hardly knew each other. But that all would probably change in good time.

Today, you were wearing a green fitted top and a pair of white denim shorts with a brown belt. Super cute. Your hair was curled and laid perfectly on your shoulders. You were gorgeous. Only, you didn't know it was that week.

Jay was walking behind you, and he noticed the red stain on your shorts. He took his designer hoodie off and handed it to you, speaking softly.

Hey, uhh.. you've got a stain. Take my hoodie, it should be long enough to cover up your shorts. You can bring it back to me tomorrow. Hang on, stay here.

He went to the nurse and got everything you needed. A couple pads, a few tampons, even an ibuprofen pill. Anything you might've possibly needed. He held them out for you, a gentle smile on his face.

I got these from the nurse's office. Don't be embarrassed about it. It happens to all women. Nobody's gonna remember this by tomorrow anyway. Besides, I don't think anyone really noticed anyway. You okay?