"You know how leftovers aren't as good as when you had it that first night?" Andrew nods slowly, a look of confusion on his face.
"Where's this going?" he wonders, getting shushed in response.
"So..." she trails off, "think of John as the food you...
"Nope," Jamie groans, pulling her jeans up. She always had trouble when it came to pulling them over her thighs. She wonders how Andrew got them off so quickly...
"Hey, Jamie?" The concern in his voice makes her freeze for a moment, turning around to look at him. She sees him sitting on the bed, his face still a bit red like before.
"What is it?"
"What are we?"
Jamie opens and closes her mouth, not really knowing how to respond. Taking a moment longer, she shrugs before opening her mouth. "It's your pick. I mean, I get how you may not want to ruin your appearance."
"No. That's-"
"It's fine," she cuts him off, but her fake smile speaks the opposite. "I get it. Just pretend it never happened." She gives him one more smile, but this one doesn't seem real. "I'll see you around." Grabbing her jacket she walks out of his bedroom, the door closing behind her with a soft thud.
He listens as she walks down the stairs before the front door closes. A moment passes before he lies back onto his bed, a loud frustrated groan coming from the bottom of his throat.
"Wait..." he trails off, a light bulb going off in his head. "We missed detention." A few seconds pass before a large grin forms on his lips, knowing the two will be together sooner than Jamie thinks.
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