Jon found himself getting frustrated. She wasn't meant to find him cute, and he wasn't meant to find her absolutely hilarious, along with being cute. He wanted to go up and just talk to her, like he would with any of his other friends – but no, she had to be different. She had to make him nervous, anxious, afraid of going within a certain radius of her, just in case she didn't like his shoes.

"Are you going to come or not?" He heard her voice. She had such a sweet, innocent voice – almost the voice of an angel. Almost. He turned around, his deep brown eyes locking with her blue ones.

He logged off the laptop, and put it back on the rack along with the charger. He grabbed his backpack which was torn beyond repair, with an attempt at a home fix with tape and pins, and walked over. He sat across from her, quiet.

"You're not so chatty now, are you?" She laughed softly as she turned the page in her psychology book. "So cute."

"How is that cute?" Jon scoffed as he put his arm on the table, and rested his head on it.

"Because, it is." She smiled as she looked down at her books – attempting to avoid showing her face, which was growing more red as the moments progressed.

"So tell me something about you," Jon asked, as he put his other hand on the table, and he looked at the girl who was sitting across from him.

"Well, I'm Kennedy," She smiled at him. He laughed at her – and she laughed at his laugh. "And you have quite the cute laugh."

Jon felt himself blush – no one ever had that affect on him. "I'd tell you that you've got a cute laugh, but I'm sure you've heard it before.."

Kennedy smiled. She had heard it before. "I like hearing it from you." She didn't know if she could get anymore red. "So, tell me something about you."

"Well.." Jon started. What would he tell the popular rich girl? That he lives in a run-down house? That he can't guarantee that he has water or electricity when he gets home? Somedays he doesn't even get to eat. Just as he thought of food, his stomach rumbled.

"I think you're hungry." She looked at him. She dug into her handbag, and pulled out a small packet of crackers. "Here, eat." She smiled at him genuinely as she handed him the packet. Jon smiled at her, and he realised that she wasn't like the other popular girls.

The school bell rang, and soon enough people were causing a fuss outside. "So, about you." She continued to write.

"Uh, I'm Jon." He smiled as he opened the packet of crackers. "I wrestle daily if I can to make money."

"Oh yeah? Where abouts? Might have to come watch you one day. I haven't been to the wrestling in a while." Jon's eyes lit up. "Did I say something?"

Jon smiled. Yes she did. She did say something. "Just never found a girl who willingly watches wrestling," he laughed to himself.

"KIKI!" A loud voice came calling through the library. "KIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKKKKI"

Kennedy and Jon both turned around, and there stood one of the football players. "Girl, you're runnin' late."

"Brandon, I told Jen that I wasn't coming. Got stuff on." She shrugged as she turned bback around.

"Girl, that isn't how you speak to me." His voice instantly became hard. "And what the fuck are you doing with this tosser anyway?" Jon sat there eating the crackers.

"Don't call him a tosser, you dickhead. Just fuck off." She growled at him. She shot Jon a look which he interpreted as 'get ready'.

"I'll call him whatever the fuck I want." Brandon began. "You really want to hang with a homeless dork that can't even afford to feed himself?"

"Does it look like I care if he's homeless or can't afford to feed himself? He has a perseonality. He's human." She rolled her eyes.

"Brandy!" A voice squealed from the door. Brandon turned around to Jennifer's voice. He turned away after shooting the two death glares.

"Wow, are you sure you're allowed to be seen with me?" Jon raised an eyebrow. "Since I'm homeless and broke."

"I'm not owned, I can do what I like." She smiled. "Are you still hungry?"

"You sound like the mothering type." Jon laughed. Kennedy shook her head at him, and opened her handbag. She pulled out a large bag of crisps.

"Sorry, that's all I've got." She frowned.

"Don't be sorry, it's more than I've got." He shrugged as he looked down at the time on his broken watch. "Don't you have that tutoring session?"

"Should be here.. If they're not here soon I'm gonna call it a day." She shrugged as she began to pack her books up, and unplugged the laptop. She felt her phone vibrate, and she knew exactly what she was about to read.

Jen: OMG. WAT WERE U DOIN WIT THAT LOOZER

Kennedy laughed, shaking her head. She closed the message. "What's on now?"

"Uh, going to go train I guess." He shrugged as he sat up. "Why?"

"Wanna go get a proper meal?" She asked as she looked at him. Jon was confused at why she was being so nice – throwing food and money around.

"I can't afford a proper meal. Don't think I've eaten one in a while." He shrugged looking down. "It's okay. Really. You don't need to pity me."

"I don't pity you," Kennedy looked at him. "I don't. I don't like seeing people go hungry, and I want to buy you a happy meal with extra happy." She giggled. "Come on. Don't be a wuss. Scared to be seen with me?"