Mouse sat in her desk in the French room, waiting grumpily for class to start. Chris stormed over and slammed his books down on her desk, making her jump. Mouse looked up, then grinned.
"Oh, hey, Christina. How's your time of the month treating you?" She said, smirking, "You look kinda pissed."
"When exactly were you planning on telling me that you had a thing for Geoffry?" Chris asked loudly.
Mouse frowned and, her voice low, said tersely, "I do not have a thing for Geoffry."
Chris snorted, "Yeah, you do."
He looked straight at her and his expression looked hurt, "It all fits together. You love him a-and that's why you've been acting all weird."
"I do not-" Mouse started.
"And that's why you made out with him when we were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven at your house." Chris went on, his voice wavering.
"What's it to you?" Mouse snapped. A couple of kids looked over and Mouse scowled back. She stood up and grabbed Chris' arm, pulling him into the hall. She said, more quietly, "What's your problem? Why does it matter to you?"
Chris locked eyes with her, his brimming with tears. Mouse's shoulders sagged and she said, sounding annoyed, "Oh no... You've gotta be kidding me."
She put her hand on her hip, putting her face in the other. Chris tried to say something, "Mouse... I know that it's-"
"You know, I really don't get what the hell is wrong with you." Mouse said, moving her hand from her face, "I've been trying to get you- I've been trying to understand what the hell goes on in your head ever since you started dating that stupid Geoffry guy and guess what? I have no f--king idea!"
Mouse pointed accusingly at Chris and snapped, "After all the stupid crap he did to you, you're still after him."
"Then why are you after him?" Chris scoffed.
Silence. Mouse stared at him, her lips tight. Down the hall, the bell rang for class to start.
Chris sighed heavily. He nodded toward the French classroom and said, "Come on, we have to get to class."
Mouse stomped forward and shoved Chris forcefully in the chest, making him stumble backward. He caught himself and said, "Seriously. We need to get to class."
"Why do you keep avoiding talking about Geoffry?" Mouse said.
"Why do you?" Chris snapped back.
Mouse clenched her jaw and Chris said tiredly, "I think you know perfectly well why we're trying to avoid this conversation... We're afraid."
Mouse glared daggers at Chris and he continued, "We're afraid that talking about Geoffry together will ruin our friendship-"
Mouse gave a hollow laugh, "We're not friends!"
"Let me finish, Mouse." Chris said firmly, "We... Are also afraid to admit that we're in love, and that he won't feel the same way about us."
Mouse scowled, then she smiled tightly.
"That's cute, Chris." She said bitterly, "Here's the deal. You already know that Geoffry loves you."
Chris studied Mouse, taken slightly off guard. It seemed to take Mouse a moment to realize what she had just said. She and Chris stared at each other, both trying to figure out what to say next.
Mouse slowly let her shoulders relax and she stood away from Chris.
"Let's go to class." She muttered, turning and walking away. Wordlessly, Chris nodded and followed her down the hall.