Monica ran to catch up to Chandler, but he was walking fast so it took a while for her to run. Her jumper sleeve flew up and she pulled it down again quickly. She ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder. He turned around.
"You're red." She said.
"Well, yeah. I just called a girl I just met beautiful. Out loud." He said.
"So you lied, you made a mistake. It's okay," She said.
"I lied? I didn't lie. You are beautiful. I just wish I hadn't told you yet. Or at least said it a bit quieter."
Monica smiled and looked down.
"What lesson do you have?" He asked.
"Tengo españoles. ¿Qué tienes?" She said.
"What?" He laughed.
"It means 'I have Spanish, what do you have?'" She told him.
"Oh. Spanish too. Walk with me?"
The day went okay, Monica was sitting next to Chandler in every lesson except English and DT. Which was okay, because she needed quiet in English and they could work with anyone in DT.
The next day, they had DT, Maths then English. Monica walked into DT, only to be tripped up by one of the boys. She fell but Chandler caught her, and pulled her back up. He smiled at her.
"Morning." He said. They worked together and started a bird house. It was coming along well.
In maths they had moved onto angles. Both Monica and Chandler were good at this, so they finished all the work earlier than everyone, and simply chatted. Monica had also made friends with a girl, Rachel Green. She seemed sweet, but hung around with the kind of people Monica did not like at all. She prefered Chandler. He was so sweet, and helped her a lot. At the moment, he was explaining something he had seen on a documentary.
"So doctors say, that if people are meant to be together, they would have like, I don't know, a freckle or a scar in the same place. Like... pass your arm."
Monica did, and he rolled her sleeve up. Monica's heat beat as she realised.
Her arm.
He looked at it, and seeing no scars or freckles, turned it over and froze.
The cuts. Monica had cuts all up her arm. She didn't think anyone would notice, and no-one had.
Until now.
"Did you... do this to yourself?" He asked. Monica held a breath.
"No, it was my cat." She said. Chandler seemed relieved.
"Oh, good. You scared me for a second." He said. Monica sighed.
She had gotten out of it this time.
How many more times could she?