I don't own 'em.
Jess Mariano knew his limits. He knew when to concede, when to admit to defeat. And this was definitely one those times. He was in love, you see. But, as all hot tempered, badly battered teens with bruised egos, he wasn't willing to admit it.
It was acceptable to dream about her within the confines of his mind. To bask in the glow of one of her smiles, and to think, maybe one day all that love could be showered upon him. He wasn't expecting it, as she was far too good for him, but he wanted it. Begged for it. Needed it. And every day he saw her with him, another tiny corner of his heart broke.