Weeks flew by after Clare and Bianca had their talk in the field together while watching clouds. Adam still hadn't made a move and it was really beginning to make Bianca restless. They talked all the time; texted until their hands cramped up. But apparently out of every conversation he hadn't found one foot hole to tell her how he felt.

Psshh..., she thought. He was just a wimp. After all this time he still hadn't worked up the courage to tell her how he felt.

But, Bianca knew he had feelings for her. He just had to. No one could deny the way he'd look into her eyes when they talked face to face. And when she'd throw him subtle comments here and there, his cheeks flushed with a light pink every time. And when she'd purposely get herself all dolled up to get his attention, she could feel his eyes on every second.

Yet, he still hadn't asked her out...

Bianca now sat at her seat in history class, staring at Adam who was seated in the row ahead of her. Her eyes shot daggers at the back of his head. If she were a robot, lazars would have shot out from her eyes at the back of his head by now. Sure, she liked him. She was crazy about him. But, that was the problem. She was so crazy about him, she couldn't stand it. It drew her to the point of lovesick anger that he hadn't made a move by now.

'If he really cares about you, then he'll come around sometime'. That's what everyone kept on telling her. But it was getting hard to even believe he liked her anymore. Was she just seeing things? Did she maybe like him so much that she'd willed herself to believe that he felt the same for her?

It was driving her insane.

Maybe it was just time to move on...

Adam ~ Jake ~ Adam ~ Jake

Adam felt someone's eyes on him as he sat, taking notes in history class. He turned around to the back of the class to see Bianca quickly look in the other direction. He slowly turned around, confused. Was she looking at me?, he wondered.

He shook his head, willing the thought away. He had given up on the possibility of Bianca liking him. Sure, she and him had gotten close and talked all the time. But she was also always talking to Jake, too. So she could be into him...
Or maybe she just saw them both as friends...

Plus, this was Bianca. If she wanted a guy, she was known to just... Well not throw herself at them, exactly (she wasn't a slut...anymore). But she would make it happen. She'd make the first move.

Sure, Adam knew he should be the man and 'make it happen'. But, that was just who Bianca was. She wanted something, she went after it. It was as simple as that.

And she obviously didn't want him...

Suddenly, Adam felt a paper ball hit his arm, and bounce off onto the ground.

Could it be...?, he thought. He turned around to see Bianca immediately turn her head to the other direction. He picked up the paper ball and opened it to see if there would maybe be writing from the thrower's notebook giving him a clue as to who it was.

The mostly blank piece of notebook paper read a single line of writing: Dude, Bianca's been staring at you all of class.

-Jake

Adam looked up to see Jake sitting a few seats away from him, looking at him with a knowingly look.

Adam replied to Jake on the same crumbled up piece of paper.

Really...? Any idea why?

He crumbled up the piece of paper once again and threw it back at Jake's desk while the teacher wrote something in the board.

Jake read the sloppy note. Wow, this guy is seriously clueless, he thought.

Jake furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, not knowing what to reply back to his clueless friend. He wanted to tell Adam that Bianca liked him back, but he didn't want to betray Bianca's trust. He sighed before writing back.

Bros before hoes, he thought regretfully. Not that Bianca was a hoe or anything, just a saying...

Adam jumped slightly at the impact of the paper ball hitting the back of his head. He turned around, looking at Jake and gave him that 'really?-_-' kind of look.

He picked up the paper ball and unraveled it to read the message Jake had written him.

Dude she likes you.

Adam's eyes widened. And, the rest of the paper ball conversation went as follows.

Adam: And how would you know that...?

Jake: She told me.

Adam: Are you for real?

Jake: No, man. I'm for fake.

Adam: Not funny -_-

Jake: Whatever. And I know you like her too. She also told me she's waiting for you to make the first move. I know you're shy and all but she wants to feel like the girl.

Adam: Yeah...

Jake: You do like her though, right...?

Adam: Of course.

Jake: Then just tell her already!

Adam: Haha, okay man. I think I will... To be honest, I'm kind of surprised to hear this coming from you. Kind of thought you guys might've had a thing...

Jake: Nah, she's not my type.

Adam: What's that supposed to mean?

(Was he calling her a slut or something?...)

Jake: Whoa man, don't get all defensive haha I just like
blondes, that's all... And no, i don't still like Clare. Don't even go there, man.

As Adam read the last note from Jake, the bell sounded, ending their history class.

Jake made his way over to Adam as they exited the classroom together.

"I'm going to tell her today", Adam stated confidently.

Jake gripped the younger boy's shoulder encouragingly. "Good luck, man"