"She's here, bro."

"What?.. Who?"

"That girl you know… the one you fell on."

"Wait… what?" I say, raising my eyes from my sleeping position.

"And it seems like she isn't alone."

Right beside her is a male figure. My eyes are too fuzzy to see clearly.

"She’s pointing at you."

"What? Why me?" My mind jolts awake.

A cop?

What? The male figure beside her was a police officer, and were steadily approaching my seat.

Why? Why me? Did she report me as a pedophile?

My heart is beating so fast.

"It's him, sir."

I freeze for a second, mentally preparing myself to argue back.

"No, it's not," I reply stubbornly.

"What do you mean, bro?" Jude says, looking at me in confusion.

What?

I could have sworn I just saw the girl from that day.

"Oh—I meant what you were saying isn't true."

"But weren't you sleeping? I could have—"

"No, I was not," I say quickly, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"I could hear everything you're saying. I was only half asleep."

"But I swear you were snoring."

"Nope. You guys were just too loud for me to nap."

"Wait I was snoring?"

"Yuh very loudly, at that "

"That is a lie"

"Ah huh, so I was right you were sleeping You chi ball " 

" no"

We continue bickering about whether I was asleep or not when Ruth suddenly appears behind us.

"Hi guys."

We both instantly snap back to our senior-year maturity. We were too busy arguing to notice her walk up behind us.

"Hey Ruth," Jude replies.

"Hey Ruth, how are you?" I add.

"I'm great," she says. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Oh no," Jude says quickly. "I am just leaving."

That villain grabs his books and walks away, leaving me alone with her.

Dammit, Jude.

All I can say is:

"Yuh…"

As he gives me the evillest smirk.

"I got you a seat."

"Oh, thanks… so…"

"You were sick?" I suddenly ask. "How are you feeling now? What were you sick with? Did you take medicine? Why didn't you say something?"

Mentally, I slam my head on the desk.

I must look like a creep asking so many questions at once.

"Um… I'm fine now."

Stupid. Stupid, stupid.

"You miss me that much?" she says with a mischievous laugh.

I knew she would get the wrong idea.

What do I say now? This is checkmate. I defeated myself.

"Yes, he does."

A voice suddenly comes from behind us.

Of course.

Jude.

Saving me… or ruining me. I honestly can't tell at this point.

"He kept asking about you and everything," Jude continues.

And there he goes, ruining his own assist.

"He even wanted to go see you at your—"

I quickly cover his mouth.

"That is not what happened!"

Her eyes light up—like a kid getting her first Barbie on Christmas morning—before the expression quickly disappears.

"Oh really?" she says with a smirk.
"Did he now?"

Then she leans slightly closer.

"So why didn't you… boyfriend?"

She slows down on the word boyfriend, emphasizing it just enough to stab straight through my chest.

And that is how we officially… or maybe officially become boyfriend and girlfriend.

At least, that gave everyone else leeway to call us that.