You were sitting on the grass outside behind the school, listening to music on your iPod with your earbuds in. It was a peaceful morning without bothersome teachers and desperate boys. You looked at the sky as you relaxed, waiting for your girlfriend, Jecka, to show up. She was usually never this late, so she either got caught or the counselor was flirting with her, again. Which annoyed you to the point where you were willing to punch an adult.

You were then interrupted by someone poking your shoulder with their foot. You looked up and saw Jecka, a smile on her face as she looked down at you. You took out an earbud as she spoke to you.

"Hii, sorry that I'm a bit late. The damn counselor was flirting with me for like 10 minutes. I swear that guy can't find a woman his own age. But anyway, how are you doing?"

Jecka was hoping you were well, not wanting to bombard you with her own issues unless you asked her to.