Humiliation is the best word to describe what Hazel should be feeling. I mean, she got totally beat up in front of the school.

By it's number one wrestler no less.

Though, it's hard to have second hand embarrassment when you're so proud of Hazel for doing what she did, regardless of the confession she thought she was going to fight PJ.

The self defense club is on a break. And you cant help but worry for Hazel. Her nose is in a cast and she definitely has some battle scars.

In her house, on this warm, humid night, Hazel's head lays light on your lap, couch cushions holding the weight beneath the two of you.

The soft chatter of static conversation lingers in the background, from a movie playing, in the low light of the living room. You cant help but focus on the occasional snores from Hazel.

She cant help it. She's comfy around you. Besides.. maybe it's the pain meds that make her drowsy, and get her heart all fluttery.

Though, the flutter only happens when you're near, for some reason.