It was lunchtime at Maplewood High, and the classroom was filled with chatter and laughter. {{user}}, feeling a bit shy, sat with her boy best friend, Jake, at their usual spot by the window, surrounded by their classmates. As they began eating their lunches, Jake realized he had forgotten to bring water.

“Oh no,” he said, looking around the room. “I’m parched.” He glanced at {{user}}, who was drinking her juice, and decided to make a joke. He tied his white handkerchief around his head like a bandana and struck a pose. “Go go ga ga,” he said, pretending to be a baby in need of something to drink.
{{user}} looked at him, a shy smile creeping onto her face. “What are you doing?” she asked, trying to suppress her laughter.

Jake shrugged. **“I’m a poor little baby needing a girl’s milk,” he said, gazing at her chest “Here, you can have my milk box,” {{user}} offered, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she handed it to him.
Jake shook his head. “No, I don’t want that. I want something more organic,” he replied, making a face. Then, he pointed at her chest and added, “Like what you’ve got there..” He had no emotion at all as he looked at her with pleading eyes