That girl from my English class somehow found me at my locker Wednesday morning. Throughout Tuesday I was still, more or less, being treated like a celebrity. What surprised me most was that Jaz didn't even show up to school. I hoped today it would calm down a bit. I'd admit it's nice to not be treated like a walking contagious disease but all the attention was beginning to bother me. I shouldn't have asked for more friends at that park.

"Hey superstar," she said, greeting me the same way Thomas had a few days ago.

"Hi Jordan," I said. It sounded more like a question as I wasn't one hundred percent sure that was her name.

"I'm surprised you remembered my name with all the fans you suddenly have."

"It's not that serious, people are proud of me for standing up for myself instead of being a quiet victim like everyone else. It's unwelcomed and unaccepted popularity."

"Just don't trip princess, or you'll just be giving them their next show. I'll see you in English, I have to go."

She backed away and turned to head off somewhere before I could respond. Jordan was interesting to me because of how different she was from the others, who only came up to ask if I'd really done it, or if it was staged. Most of them suggested to hang out sometime, although we both knew we never would. Jordan did ask about the fight, but she was the only one that approached me twice and actually had a conversation with me. She actually bothered to give me her name even though I couldn't even remember it.

The entire day I could only think about Becca. Although I didn't particularly enjoy the class we had together, I couldn't wait for Becca to show up to Economics. Becca showed up about a minute before the bell – alone. For the past few days I'd been meaning to ask her about Chris and what happened after she found out about him cheating but from seeing her come to class alone, I guess I just assumed they broke up. I began to ask when she sat next to me but she got her sentence out first.

"So this quarter is ending soon and if we want to bring your grade up we should start working. Mrs. Owens said you're allowed to make up anything you failed this quarter because she can't change the grades before then."

"Well I'm free when you are," I responded. "I can request off or I can just take my break when you come in."

Rebecca probably thought I was pathetic because I basically just said that I don't ever have any plans. Her expression didn't change but she tucked her straightened hair behind her ears in a way that said something she didn't want to say. I didn't like this hairstyle as much as the curls but still, she looked beautiful. She was waving her hand in front of my face and her lips were moving. I must've zoned out while taking her in as if I'd never seen her before. That's what it felt like. Every time was like the first time and I found something new to stare at. I could only hope she never noticed and didn't think I was a creep.

"What were you saying?"

I watched her lips again as they moved, listening this time. "I said that we could start today, when I come by Rizzo's. Just make sure you bring your stuff."

I nodded and Mrs. Owens began the lesson, a continuation of yesterday's class. Jaz still hadn't shown her face which surprised me. I didn't think I hit her hard enough to leave a bruise on her face and keep her in hiding until she could successfully cover up with makeup. By staying out, she was basically telling people that she was bothered by the experience and someone, me, had finally knocked her off of her throne. Did that make me the reigning queen?

After class I tried to catch up with Becca but she disappeared before I even picked up my bag. Jordan appeared next to me in the hallway however.

"Hello again."

"I'm starting to think you're stalking me," I confessed and laughed.

"Maybe I am. I don't really have an excuse for wanting to see your beautiful face any chance I can get."

I bit my lip in response; how does one even respond to that? I was nearly one hundred percent positive that Jordan was straight, that every other girl here was straight. But here she was, outright flirting with me. I noticed her appearance more than I did before, not really caring that I was openly checking her out as she walked with me to English. The other day, I thought I saw that her hair was brown but it turned out to be auburn. Her round chocolate brown eyes smiled at me when she caught me staring. If a blush actually showed, I would've been more embarrassed at that moment.

Nothing was said throughout the beginning of class. The teacher was moving from the PowerPoint to a news article and attached YouTube video when Jordan slid her phone to me onto my desk. It was open to a fresh contact screen, so I put in my number and name, this time adding an emoji. I smiled to myself, remembering Becca's reaction to my lack of emoticons.

I slid the phone back and received a message from her minutes later. I looked up to see the teacher staring at me so I waited until after school, when I was waiting for Thomas, to add her number to my contacts. He opened the car door as I finished typing a response to Jordan.

"Who's that?" He asked as I locked my phone and started the car.

"No one special."

"Come on, tell me. Is it your lover Becca?"

"Rebecca is not my lover, she's my tutor," I clarified. I started driving. We were making better time today.

"Yeah like that makes a difference. She used to tutor Chris, look where that got her; she's top of the food chain now."

"That doesn't mean she's going to fall for me like she did with Chris. He changed her life, made her happy. I make her coffee; that's the difference."

"You have such a negative outlook on love."

"I don't. I just dislike false hope," I pulled into a spot in the lot behind Rizzo's. "I would love for you to make up your mind about whether or not you'd like Becca to give us a chance. Every other day you're telling me she's falling head over heels for me and then you say that it'll never happen."

"You're right. I don't think I can make up my mind though, not yet."

I groaned very loudly when he pulled the door open to the shop, which caused customers to look my way. Biting my lip, I sped to the back room and waited for our shift to start. I was only working a couple hours, due to child labor laws, but it gave me plenty of time to spend with Rebecca. I searched viciously through my bag for my name tag and came up empty. Before I went out I checked my phone again. I received another message from Jordan.

'Do you work? If so, where, are you working today?'

I probably should've felt uncomfortable by the way she asked, but I gave her the correct information anyway. Time was ticking by slowly; it always did when I was waiting for Rebecca to show up for her daily order.

"You never did tell me who you were talking to," Thomas cleared his throat and turned to me. His lanky frame was leant against the counter.

"I told you, no one special."

"I will go get your phone right now and check for myself."

Being someone with little friends, and nothing private, I didn't have a password or passcode on my phone and Thomas knew that. However, I didn't think he actually cared enough to find it and look through the messages.

"It doesn't matter who it is. I'm not interested in this person like that so don't bother."

"But I'm nosy and I really want to know."

"It's just this girl from school okay? Her name is Jordan. Now stop harassing me."

"Jordan, huh? She sounds familiar."

"She's in our grade isn't she?" It was a familiar voice that asked, sounding an awful lot like Becca.

"Yes, she is," I answered.

When I saw that it was in fact Rebecca, I began to make her drink. I heard them talking but I chose to ignore them. They were clearly talking about Jordan but I wasn't interested in including myself in the conversation. Somehow, they still had enough to talk about when I finished, so I allowed Rebecca to carry her own drink to her table.

"I'll be over in about a half hour, when my shift ends," I informed before she left the counter.

"Are you guys hanging out again?" Thomas asked.

"No, I told you, she's my tutor. Your short term memory sucks."

A half hour later I found myself sitting next to Becca with an Economics textbook open, notes, and the first failed assignment of the quarter on the table. I forced Thomas to bring me an espresso shot to get me though this.

"I don't understand this Rebecca. Please help me."

"That's what I'm here for." she pulled the assignment closer to her. "The formula for marginal revenue is always the same."

She pointed to the formula used in the textbook and in the notes. I calculated the answers and for once, I got it right. I thanked her and finished the page. A new customer entered the shop as I was writing down the last answer but I didn't look up as I normally would. Someone cleared their throat and my eyes found their way to my nametag in someone's hand, then further up to the face.

"You found my nametag? When?"

"It fell out of your bag yesterday, after English. I would've given it to you in class today but I figured I needed another reason to see you outside of that snooze-fest."

This time I was sure Jordan was flirting with me. I mean, I couldn't be the only lesbian at Willow Grove. I just happened to be the only one out of the closet. What surprised me was that she was doing this in public, in front of Rebecca.

"Well thank you for finally returning it. I was going crazy looking for this thing." I smiled at her but then it suddenly got awkward from the long pause that followed. Despite the books and papers scattered on the table, it looked like we were on a date. I realized just how close Becca and I were sitting, the quiet setting... I felt the need to introduce her. "Jordan, this is Rebecca. She's my tutor. Becca, this is Jordan. She's in my English class."

"It's nice to meet you Jordan," She held her hand out.

"Likewise, Rebecca. Although, I know who you are. How could I not."

Rebecca nodded and a sad smile formed on her face. I didn't know how I could keep forgetting about the Chris situation. I knew Becca wasn't dumb enough to stay with him. She was smart before him, and she was still smart with him, and would be after him.

"I should get going, you guys look busy. I'll see you tomorrow Parker."

She winked at me, but it was only quick enough to catch if someone was staring as hard as I was. I didn't even realize Rebecca was trying to move onto the next sheet because I was watching Jordan leave Rizzo's. I weirded myself out by paying more attention to the girl I just met than spending time with the one I loved.