You're a popular girl at your school. But you and your friends are the nice popular people.
Joey Birlem is the new boy in your homeroom and all your classes. He's quiet, and doesn't really speak to anyone, until you approach him.
On Monday, it was cold-weathered outside for you. In the morning, you thought the weather would get better, so you wore this-
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You met Joey in the morning at his locker- you were waiting for him. You always knew he kept a spare hoodie in his locker just in case. When he saw you standing there, leaning against the lockers, he frowned.
"You okay? What's wrong, love?" he asks.
"I'm fine, just wondering if you had that spare hoodie in your locker that I could borrow," you ask.
"Yeah, sure. You cold, too?" he smiles.
"Yep," you grin, as he hands you an oversized navy blue hoodie.
"Here, love. Hope your classes go well," he smiles, and then hugs you.
"Thanks Joey," you smile, then put the hoodie on.
Immediately you love the hoodie. Not only does it keep you warm, it also smells like Joey, so during classes you can smell him without him actually being there.
You smile as you walk to your first class, which is math. After that you have science, with Joey.
In math, Charles comes up to you and sits next to you.
"Hey, y/n," he smiles.
"Hey Char," you grin, as he turns, facing you and folds his arms.
"So... I've been wondering, are you free this weekend?" he asks.
"Well..." you think, realising that Joey hasn't asked you to hang out this weekend, "I think so."
"Cool, maybe we could hang out," he smiles, and you realise Charles Gitnick, your friend since like, fourth grade, is asking you on a date.
"Um... like, as friends, right?" you say nervously.
"Of course... Unless you want to be seen as more," he says, then blushes.
"Um, can I think about it? I think maybe I'm busy. I'll ask my um... parents," you stutter, then smile weakly as he smiles confidently.
"Sure, y/n. Let me know by Thursday," he beams, then goes back to his seat.
You huff to yourself, then roll your eyes.
*SCIENCE*
"Joey, are we busy this weekend?" you ask, while you both are doing a temperature experiment as partners.
"Uh... I don't know? Do you want to hang out this weekend?" he asks.
"Yes, I really, really do," you say.
"Why are you so keen to?" he asks.
"Charles asked me out on a date and I don't think of him like that and..."
"You think of me like that?" he finishes for you.
"Yes," you say, then look at the ground.
"Mm, really now?" he smirks.
"Yes," you repeat, then look at him, blushing.
He smiles, then says, "Let's go bowling on Saturday, and then let's hang out at my place on Sunday... my parents aren't home that day."
You roll your eyes and smile. Joey is such an idiot sometimes. But you love him.
