"Are you alright?"
"It's just a little cold."

It was partially true, what she said. It was indeed cold up there on the metal bleachers, but that wasn't why she pulled away so quickly. Honestly, she was frightened. Although she felt as if she could see right through his walls, he was still considered a bad boy to those at McKinley High. But, when she felt the weight of his heavy leather jacket on her shoulders, those thoughts vanished. As he walked off the bleachers, leaving her with a coy smile and a final strum of his guitar, she could've sworn he felt the same as she did. She most certainly didn't love him- no, it was much too early for that- but she felt a connection, and whether it was due to the harmonies their voices made, or the timid looks they gave each other, she knew that this boy would be a part of her life in a major way. She just didn't know how.