Author's Note: My God, it's been soooo long since I've written a fic! Actually, that's not true. It's been so long since I wrote one I've actually posted xD

This was just a random idea that popped into my head, so I hope you like it :) Which is why reviews are so helpful ;D

Enjoy the story 3

Song: Stop This Song - Paramore

Xiaoyu ceased tapping her pencil repeatedly on her table and glanced to the back of the room. Where he sat. As usual, his only activity was scowling at his textbook. Even when he wasn't looking at her, his deep brown eyes were so...piercing. Suddenly Jin looked up and burned her with his gaze. Panicking and slightly embarassed by being caught, she hurriedly directed her eyes back to her book.

"Xiaoyu? What have you written for question four?" her teacher called.

She rapidly cleared her throat, and said with clarity, "Er."

She heard a deep snigger from behind her. She swivelled her eyes to him, where he was smirking at her amusedly.

Blushing deeply, she tried to save herself. "I think that...well. I think that, regardless of what Romeo and Juliet's parents thought of their relationship, their love is the important factor."

"Good!" the teacher enthused, smiling brightly.

Xiaoyu directed a small smile in the teacher's direction, and continued staring at her table. I don't want to love him, she thought desperately. I just won't anymore. It's simple. I will ignore him if he talks to me.

Finally, the bell rang, indicating that class was over. Leaning on a wall of lockers, Xiaoyu clutched her copy of Romeo and Juliet to her chest. Why isn't life like a book? she thought.

Jin strolled out of the classroom casually. Once again, she found herself lost in her own thoughts of him. She drifted her mind to her favourite fantasy. She had won the latest King of Iron Fist tournament. Whilst being interviewed, Jin came over and glared at the unwanted journalists. They shrank away. He held out his hand to her, which she always took. She would look up into his eyes, and he suddenly encircled her waist with his arms. Intertwining his hands in her hair, he pulled her in for their first kiss...

"Hello."

She looked up from her reverie and saw him. She blushed immediately.

"Hello," she replied, stuttering ever so slightly.

He gave a crooked smile and her heart fluttered. Only then did she remember the vow she made only five minutes ago to ignore him.

"You're in front of my locker."

"Oh," she said quietly, blushing even deeper as she started to walk, very quickly, away from him. Well. There was no question now, he had absolutely no interest in her whatever. That would make the process of getting over him a lot easier now. Despite the wince her heart gave at the prospect of never being with him, she felt almost uplifted at the thought of this all being over.

"By the way," he called. She paused, but didn't turn.

"You're very cute when you blush."

Someone stop this.