Nya's POV

I wound up spending the entirety of Saturday and Sunday having some me-time; cleaning my room, a mini spa day, homework, and a shitton of movies and junk food, plus some workouts I found on YouTube.

Walking into school on Monday was a whole other drama-fest. Lloyd was pretty much known as a highschool legend, so people were beyond shocked to hear that we'd ended it. Students kept coming up to me, asking me if it were true, and if Lloyd was single now. I simply pushed past them all and headed off to someplace quiet.

I see Lloyd, Cole and Seliel huddled away in a corner, talking in hushed voices. They must've spotted me because they suddenly glanced in my direction. Their eyes hold no emotion towards me. Lloyd catches my gaze and I look away, holding my head high and walking ahead.

Pushing the door open, I marched into the bathrooms, which were all thankfully empty. Sighing, I grip the countertop and stare myself down in the mirror, from my ponytail to my freshly washed and ironed uniform.

My phone is tucked away into my grey pleated skirt, and I feel the buzz of a notification. Taking it out, I glance at the message, a smile on my face.

I'm in the classroom
Where you at?
Don't leave me hanging, birdyyyyyy

I'll be there in 5 😜

I smooth out my blouse and neaten my hair, tightening my grip on my bag as I head for the doors, and down to the Mechanics' Classroom where sure enough, Jay is sitting at our usual table with papers and pencils spread across the workbench. He smiles when he sees me, "Someone's feeling better today!"

"Much better, thanks."

"I heard the news of you and Lloyd got around to the others."

"Yeah. I'm blowing them off. It's none of their business, and right now it's not what I need." I state, "This is a pretty cool sketch-out!"

"Thanks. It's just a brief one, keep in mind. I was hoping that...we could maybe work on making a start with building sometime this week?"

I let my bag drop to the ground, "How's Friday night sound?"

"Sounds perfect. I'll give you a ride home, is that okay?"

In return, I nod, smiling, "Yeah, it's perfect."

"Hey, you have a little something..." His hand reaches out, his thumb gently brushing my cheekbone. My heart pounded in my chest, Jay's hand now cupping my chin. He leaned in, tilting his head to the side, and I do too, my nerves building up.

Closer...

Closer...

Closer...

Puckering his lips, he ended up blowing onto my face. I recoil, squealing as Jay roars with laughter, "Oh, FSM, you should've seen your face!"

I whack his arm repeatedly, my cheeks burning, "Idiot!"

"Ow, ow! I'm sorry, okay? Geez, woman, are you trying to send me to A&E?!" He dodged my hits, grabbing both my wrists and holding them over my head in a strong grip. Both of our faces were flushed, his with laughter, mine with embarrassment.

"Let's...compromise on this, okay?"

"You're safe. For now. But I do have a question." Jay released my wrists and picked up a pencil, shading in his sketch, "Fire away."

"Remember when I turned up at your house soaking wet? And then I fell asleep on your couch?"

"Mhm..."

"Did you kiss me?"

"Mmmaybe...just a light peck on your forehead, yeah. It just happened, I am so sorry-"

"No, no, don't be," I brush it off, "it was sweet. Really."

That put a smile on his face, and on mine too.