Hi. I'd like to return some feelings.

 "Jefferson's an assface." Startled by the sudden remark, you look to the person who said it. Alex glared at Jefferson as he walked by your lunch table, his chocolate orbs narrowed at the taller male.

"Okay," you drag out, "Jefferson is an assface because...?" Alex raised an eyebrow at you, an unimpressed look on his face. "Because he is. Was I not clear the first time?" You only rolled your eyes at him, unamused by his answer. "Well, typically, when one calls someone else an "assface", there is a reason behind it. So! I'll ask again. Jefferson is an assface because...," you paused again, waiting for Alex to pick up the end of the sentence. "Because he is," he repeated, laughing at your annoyed face.

"Y'know, for an English major, you are shit at reasoning," you reply snarkily, a playful smirk dawning your face when Alex pretended to be hurt. "Oh Y/N! You wound me fair maiden! How couldst thou sayeth yond to me?" You roll your eyes again at Alex's over dramaticness, chuckling softly as he continued to speak in Shakespearean.

"Alright, you nerd. I get it." Just as you said that John came up behind you and tickled your sides. You jumped at the sudden sensation, immediately laughing and giggling as you tried to grab his hands to get him to stop. "John! John, stop! Oh my–," you wheezed out, your insides burning and tears coming into your eyes as you continued to try and get John to cease his attack on your sides. He stopped with a chuckle and took the spot next to you.

"So~, how was your day," John purred out, leaning close to your face as he did so. You rolled your eyes at him, a light red tint on your cheeks as you pushed his head away. "It was great, you dork. But you need to get your friend over there 'cus he is working my nerves right now," you said, gesturing to the man who was currently gagging at the both of you.

"Alex, what'd you do?" John raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Nothing. Just stated a fact," Alex responded, shrugging his shoulders. "But you two, something happened between you both, huh," it was now Alex's turn to raise an eyebrow at both you and John. Neither of you answered him, but your reaction was enough to confirm his suspicions.

"Nothing. Nothing happened," John said, eyes unwavering as he stared at his friend. Your heart shattered the tiniest bit, as you had developed some feelings for the boy, but you figured it only made sense.

You were you, and what you were, was this hardheaded, stubborn girl, who angered a lot of people. While John was, well, he was John, an amazing guy who was on the school's football team and a fine arts major like yourself. He was popular and outgoing and an easy guy to hang with.

He was everything you weren't.

Abruptly, you stood, cleaning your area and getting ready to throw away your trash.

"Hey, where're you going?" John asked as Alex eyed you suspiciously. You just smile back, a bit of pain in that smile, but not too noticeable. "I just remembered that Maria and I have set we need to practice for class. It's like 30 percent of our grade so we scheduled to go over it today." It wasn't a complete lie, you did have a set to go over with Maria, but you didn't plan on practicing today. Despite that being the case, you were still going to go to the dance studio to relax.

John nodded softly, his curly ponytail moving with him. He got up and gave you a quick hug before he left. Alex waved to you, you doing the same as you left the cafeteria.

^-^-^-^

You found yourself laying on the hard, laminated, wooden floor of the dance studio, out of breath and exhausted. You had spent at least an hour going over your set and then another two hours tweaking things that seemed off to you. After that you spent 30 minutes coming up with choreography for your solo project. You got about half way through the song before you called it quits.