Agape

Jane MacArthur had been going to OPS for her entire life. In such a small school she grew up with her classmates, seeing them through everything. From temper tantrums to little accidents, it was safe to say that she would never be attracted to any one of her classmates. Especially not the likes of a witty, funny boy who she once saw cry for three hours because his mom didn't pack him any starbursts in his lunch that afternoon. Certainly not the big award winner in grade six that had girls in awe at how well rounded he was. Most definitely not the boy who played in every single sports team, and was the star on every single one. Obviously not Thomas Harman.