Jemma's POV
I've never had a lot of friends, or any men falling at my feet. It's pretty much just been me and science since day one. My name is Jemma and I'm a genius, at least that's what everyone says about me. Jeez, I hope I didn't sound conceited. What if that's why I have no friends? Oh, never mind to that. Today is my first day at the academy and I am determined to make friends! I should probably stop narrating my life then.
I finish getting ready in my dorm, it's so cute. Very neat and tidy just how I like it. With a last sigh, I leave my troubles at the door and make my way to my first class. I am thirty minutes early in order to get a great seat and hopefully talk to the teacher about some theories I have. I find the room easily and burst through. There is no one in there expect for a curly haired boy. He's hunched over, tinkering with an invention probably. Oh, this could be your first friend! OK, now what would Hermione do? With a burst of energy I storm up to the boy reach my hand out and say "Hello, I'm Jemma Simmons!" A beat passes, my hand is still out like a twat. He looks up slowly, and cracks a half-smile. My heart melts, oh my God. "Oh, hey my names Fitz, Leo Fitz." He wipes the grime from his hand on his pants and shakes my hand. I shudder from the touch of his hand and also from all the germs that are now infecting my skin.
"Are you new here?"
"Yes, are you?"
He smiles slightly, "yes lucky we found each other right?"
I hear wedding bells, "Yeah it is, may-may I sit next to you?"
"Of course," he pats the seat next to him.
"Fitz, you absolute wanker!"
"Haha, Jemma it was just a prank! Calm down!"
I stood there furious wiping the whipped cream from my face, "God you are such a child." I may be yelling but I'm secretly loving all this Fitz attention. He walks towards me with that smug look that I love so much. He steps up to me, just a little too close. My breath sharpens.
"Simmons, you need to lighten up," Fitz whispers trying to calm me down.
"I-I just needed wanted to take a nap you didn't have to... play that dumb sleepover trick on me," I try to say it strong and annoyed but all I can think of is grabbing his stupid face and kissing it.
"Jemma…" He lightly sucks his teeth. I shiver. He takes my hands in his, "I never wanted to upset you, I just knew you were stressed out and I wanted to make you laugh. I'm sorry" His head drops.
"Leo, no. I-, "
He wraps his arms around me, "I didn't want to hurt your feelings. You truly are my best friend."
I fight back tears. I want to confess my love for this man. "Leo…"
"Yeah?"
"I… I want to… share my whipped cream with you," and with those words I grab the whip cream bottle and spray him with it.
"Jemma! Ah, you got me. I'll grab us some towels," he says with a big grin on his face.
"Best friend," rings in my ears. I slump down on the sofa, I'm such a coward. I look at Leo's back while he wets some towels. He's such a good man, but he will never love me back. He only sees me as a good friend.
