The next few days for Jack were boring. School didn't really concern him. He was too busy trying to get back in Irina's good graces. He spent every afternoon with Irina.
The following are those afternoons
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Wednesday
Jack pulled into Weiss's driveway, got out and knocked on the door. Irina answered the door clad in sweatpants and a tshirt.
"Hi." she smiled.
"Hey." he said back.
They just looked at each other for a few moments.
"Want to come in. I have HotPockets."
"Awesome."
Jack followed Irina into the kitchen. She popped the HotPockets into the microwave then perched on the counter.
"How was school today?" she asked.
"Fine." he ran his hand through his hair nervously.
"Something's wrong."
"No, everything's fine."
"You sure. You seem a little off."
"It's just my shop teacher. She um. . . ."
"She what?"
"She keeps hitting on me."
"Seriously." Irina laughed.
"That's not funny." he retorted.
She took the HotPockets out of the microwave and handed one to Jack. Then she sat next to him on the counter.
"You're right it's not. Sorry."
"Like today, she made me stay after class and help her sweep up the shop. She kept bending over in front of me." Jack cringed.
Irina frowned. Jack noticed her expression and laughed.
"Not so funny now is it."
"I'll take care of it."
"Irina, don't do anything off the wall. I'll deal with it."
When Irina didn't speak Jack kissed her on the cheek.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"For being such a concerned girlfriend."
"I'm not your girlfriend."
"You're not?" Jack blanched.
"Nope. Let's go play pool." Irina said hoping off the counter.
He just stared after her. Soon he followed.