Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

Warning: This is a slash. If you are homophobic, why even waste your time? Read something else!

A/N: I know that none of the characters on "Life As We Know It" are really gay, but this if just fan fiction. I'm allowed to make up my own stuff, and in my stories, someone is always gay, so deal (I'm sorry if I sound rude, but I get my share of complaints from people who don't understand the concept of fanfiction).

All I knew was that she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and red, and seemed to lack life. They just stared blankly at her desk. She didn't even know that I was there until I waved my English homework in front of her.

"Thank you," she said, forcing a smile with all of her energy, which didn't seem like much. The glossiness of her eyes indicated that more tears were on the way, and my heart when out to her. I, too, knew what it was like to get to the point where I could breakdown and cry in class. I highly doubted that it was for the same reason, though. Miss Young didn't seem like the kind of girl to be troubled by the same things that break me down. An alcoholic father, an ex-boyfriend trying to get into the pants of worthless girls he barley knows. What was bothering her?

For the first time since class had ended, which was actually just less than a minute ago, Miss Young looked up. Not at me, though. At Ben and Sue. Carrying his books and hers in one hand, the new couple walked down the row of desks, hand in hand. I might not have known what was going on at first, but when I saw the way Ben looked at Miss Young before he left, and the way she looked back, I knew something had been going on between the two of them. I just knew it.

What was I supposed to think? How was I supposed to feel? I know most would find it strange, but I felt kind of happy about it. What ever they had was clearly over, but maybe that meant something for me. Maybe I had a shot now…

"Thank you for the work, Miss Bradford, but I really need to be alone right now," She said, taking out some tissue paper to dry her eyes, even before any tears could fall.

I wasn't sure about what to say. I had been waiting for a moment like this, being alone with her, for a while, and I didn't want to blow it. I couldn't afford to blow it. It took me a while to come to terms with my feelings, but was I really ready to tell her about them? Maybe this wasn't the best time. So why did I speak?

"Miss Young," I started. Now what? Should I say it?

"Yes, Jackie?" She finally looked into my eyes, and all that I could feel was scared. She was waiting for me to say something, and I was starting to look like an idiot. I had to tell her something

"Forget about Ben. He's not good enough for you anyways," I said, before quickly walking out of the room with my books pressed into my chest and my face turning pitch red. I heard her chair screech and my name being called, but I was going to look back. There was no looking back.

"What did I just do?"

A/N: So, how was that? Let me know what you think (Unless you're a flamer. In that case, feel free to keep it to yourself)