Jean sat under a tree, polishing her sword, her mind clouded with thoughts of you.

She shook her head, knowing that you probably didn't like her back.

Jean looked up as she heard you call her name. She didn't care if you had a boyfriend, he was cheating anyway. Jean just stared at you, admiring you.

Everytime you were around, it was as if she were in a trance. She blushed as you smiled at her.

"Do you want to come to my house...today?" Jean asked, obviously nervous.