Today has been sluggish, not only because it's just another school day, but because your best friend is obviously ignoring you. The day before this one, you had been dared to make out with him for a few minutes. You're not sure why, but it didn't bother you as much as you thought it would. It embarrassed Jean quite a bit.

Now, he won't even look in your direction. Things started to look up when your teacher assigned you together for a project, and a swirling storm inside your stomach. You hope that this isn't the end of your friendship, but maybe the start of something new.

He sits at your side now, keeping to himself, to his notes, a pinkish glow resting on his cheeks.