The late afternoon sun slanted through the classroom window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Jonathan, his usual easy grin splitting his face, leaned over to share a joke with her.

She looked at him. The way his lips curved into smile when he talked to her. The way he tilted his head a little, like he was trying to hear every word she said. The way his hand would linger, just for a second, when he passed something to her.

she could only smile to herself. Not because she was happy.

Because it was never for her he didn't like you, never