It had started like any other day for Jess. Getting nagged at by her mother. Going to football training with her best friend, Jules. Lying to her family about it, saying she was working. Drooling over her gorgeous coach, Joe. Yes, it had been a perfectly normal day for Jess. Up until the moment she arrived home from hanging out with Jules. The minute she walked through the door, all eyes were upon her, giving her disapproving looks.

Jess frowned, wondering what the hell was going on. "What's wrong? Did somebody die or something?"

Her mother glared at her. "What time do you call this! Where have you been? No more lies Jesminder!"

Jess, although worried that her parents had discovered she'd been lying, looked genuinely puzzled, unable to understand what was causing her family so much distress. Sure she was late, but hey, it wasn't like she'd a commited a crime..."You know I was working...and if you're wondering why I'm so late, its because I went to my friend Jules's house for a while afterwards...what's the problem?" She shrugged.

"Don't speak that way to your mother!" snapped her father. Jess looked startled by his angry tone of voice, and fell silent, still wondering what the bloody hell was going on.

"As for what the problem is," her mother started, throwing Jess a filthy look, "you were seen, in broad daylight, being filthy with an English boy! You were seen, kissing him!"

Jess stared at her family in bewilderment. "Me? Kissing? A boy!" She looked from her mother to her father, then back to her mother again. "You're mad, you're all bloody mad!" She shook her head at them.

"Don't use that language Jesminder!" her father snapped at her again.

"I'm sorry!" said Jess. "But you're all wrong, I wasn't with any boy, I was with my friend Jules, she's a girl! And I certainly wasn't kissing her or anything, for god's sake!" As she was saying this, she felt herself turning red, and immediately wondered to herself, why? She was telling the truth after all...she shrugged the question away and turned back to the conversation, to find that her mother had apparently stopped complaining about Jess's so-called filthy habits, and was now complaining about girls having such short hair nowadays.

Jess sighed in relief. As always, her mother was ranting about something, but at least she had stopped bombarding her with questions, for now at least. She decided to sneak up to her room now her parents appeared to have forgotten she was even there.

Once she was in her room, that nagging thought came to her again...why had she felt herself go red when she said she hadn't been kissing Jules? Confused, Jess tried to forget the whole thing and switched on her TV, hoping to find a decent footy match to take her mind off things. It was a failed attempt, so she turned it off and threw the remote on her bed in frustration. Sitting there, the thoughts of Jules once again entered her mind.

The truth was, Jess had been thinking about Jules a lot recently. She had been trying to ignore the feelings for ages, but now, looking back on her reaction to her parents questioning earlier, she realised she couldn't deny it to herself any longer.

Christ, she thought, I have a crush on my best friend...