Midday Monday found Maggie Winnock and her two best friends Henry and Jasper weaving through the crowd of students on their way to their sixth period class. "Good luck in Mrs. Deller's class," said Jasper, who had her in second period before either of his friends, "there's a pop quiz today."

"A what?" Maggie gasped. "I'm not prepared! I can't take a pop quiz today!"

"Calm down," said Henry worriedly. "It's just a quiz."

"Oh, this is just… great, you know?" she vented. "This is fantastic. My locker was stuck this morning and they ran out of cornbread in the cafeteria and now we have a pop quiz." She threw up her hands and let out a desperate sigh.

"Must be that time of the month," muttered Jasper, earning an elbow in the ribs and a mortified glare from Maggie.

"What, you mean the monthly Club Day tomorrow?" asked Henry, confused.

"Yeah," said Maggie quickly, looking away. "Stresses me out every time it rolls around."

"You should come over tonight," he suggested. "We could rent a movie or something. Uncle B's at his reunion."

"Maybe," she said. "I kind of just want to go home and go to sleep." Jasper spared her a sideways glance, concerned.

"Well," said Henry, hurrying through the hall, "I guess we should try to get in some last-minute study time before…" He turned, but neither of his friends was behind him. "Guys?"


"We'll be late," complained Maggie as Jasper pulled her down the back hallway.

"You're not happy," he explained.

"No, I'm not," she agreed, "and I'm going to be even less so if I get a tardy slip." He'd led her to a stairwell near the back of the school, a known make-out spot. "What are we doing here?"

"Oh, nothing," he said, smiling. "But it's my job to make you feel better. It always has been." She nodded.

"Yeah, you're awesome," she said. "We are so going to be late to class."

"Not until I get you over this crappy mood," he said. "But you gotta work with me here, 'cause I'm kind of running out of ideas."

"Jasper, will you j-" She stopped talking. His hands were suddenly on her shoulders, and his face was much closer to hers than it had been a second ago. He kissed her. She just stood there, shocked. After a moment, he stepped back, flushed patches across his cheekbones and a very arrogant, un-Jasper grin plastered across his face.

"Did it work?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, surprising herself. "It worked." He watched her carefully, peacefully, locked in that minute.

"Oh my God, we're going to be late!" he yelped suddenly, running down the hall. Shaking her head, she followed him.

THE END

A/N: Well, that was fun. And today is my birthday!