``a summer's day (blair)

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Joel sat at his desk in the middle of the eleventh grade english classroom, alone. As usual, he was early. The teacher, a thin, wilting woman who went by Ms. H (her last name was too much of a mouthful for most kids to remember) sat at her desk, studiously paying him no mind.

He wondered if she was even aware he was there.

Glancing at his phone, he wondered if anyone had texted him.
Nope. Sighing, he figured he wasn't very surprised. He only had a handful of contacts. Most of the time, those who he did have listed never messaged him anyway. The only two who ever sent him word was his grandmother, who usually just bore unfortunate news about his grandfather's condition.
The other was Blair Alderidge. Geez, he was still getting used to that one.
A little over six months ago, he'd pieced together the fact that the girl who sat in front of him was the very same girl he spent most of night chatting with. No big deal. Just one of the prettiest, most popular girls in school.
He'd been in Capeside most of his life, and he'd been in at least one of her classes every year. He'd know; after all, Joel had had a honkin' crush on her since his voice was still a soprano.
Still, even after all those years, he'd place money on a bet that if she was asked what his name was, she wouldn't remember. Sure, she knew kidthinker, but Joel? She couldn't tell him apart from any other guy at this school. Part of the problem with being anonymous, he supposed.
Still, the secrecy wasn't so bad. He was about, 200% sure she'd never log in to her email account if she knew all this time she'd been talking to a nobody Joel Decker. He'd keep the anonymity, thank you very much.

Sighing again, he replaced his phone in his pocket and flipped through the pages of his textbook. Shakespeare was next in their unit, which made him smile. One of his favorites.
As he was perusing the shortened textbook version of A Midsummer's Night Dream, the bell rang and students began filing into the class. Another day closer to getting out of here, he said to himself. Just another couple hundred to go.

notes: lame, i know. didn't know how to end so... bwaa.

[BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE]

The blackberry in her pocket buzzed, and Blair rolled her eyes. Why did your phone always go off when you couldn’t get to it? Well, it wasn’t that she couldn’t. It would be easy to reach into her pocket to get her phone if he really tried. It was more that she was busy and just didn’t want to. Leaning in closer to the bathroom mirror, Blair raised an eyebrow as she inspected her lip-gloss. It was a fresh coat that she’d just applied, but Blair wasn’t sure about the colour. This was the first day she’d used that particular gloss and she thought the pink was a little too light for her. Oh well. Not that she could fix it, unless she had another lip-gloss somewhere in the bottom of her locker, but really who had the energy for that? So, instead of stressing about her lips, she run her dark metallic grey painted nails through her hair, brushing it out of her eye before she picked up her over-sized handbag come school bag and exited.

Another buzz. God. Blair ignored the device as she closed the ladies room door behind her. She only had a few minutes to get to her English class (not that she’d never been late before, but whatever) so the phone could wait. Well, at least until she got into class. She wasn’t exactly against texting in class, even if it drove most of her teachers more than nuts. A lot about Blair seemed to drive her teachers nuts though. One of the biggest complaints was that she didn’t apply herself enough. Which Blair found kind of stupid. She got good grades. Just because she didn’t strive to be the top of every class or whatever didn’t mean the grade she did get weren’t good enough. Maybe it was just that her teachers thought she had so much potential or something? Well, whatever it was, she chose to ignore any comments about how she should ‘apply herself’.

Entering the classroom, Blair smiled mildly at the teacher and a few other students before taking her seat in front of Joel. Of course, she didn’t even look at him as she sat. The thing was though, if the blonde knew the truth... If she knew Joel in her real life like she knew him as ‘KT’ (her affectionate nickname for Kidthinker) her response to sitting in front of him would have been much different. She’d probably have turned around, given him a wide grin- maybe even a hug, and start chatting away. That was of course, if she’d known all along and somehow managed to get to know him in real life like she knew him online. If she were to find out the truth now.. Well that was a different story. Anyway, it didn’t matter. As it was, she didn’t even notice Joel as she sat and got out her books.

Her phone buzzed a third time and Blair clicked her tongue. “Oh fine.” She muttered under her breath as she slipped the phone from the jacket pocket. She was either really popular today or someone was just really anxious to get a-hold of her. As the blonde looked down at her phone, Blair groaned. It was her dad. Rolling her eyes, she deleted the three texts without even reading them. Maybe she was too hard on her father, but whatever. She was still just really angry at him. Putting her phone on her desk, Blair continued to unpack her stuff. Shoot. She had left her pencil case in her locker. Letting out a low sigh, Blair turned around. Without even really looking at the boy, she tapped his desk a few times with a slender finger. “Do you have a pen?”

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The bell clanged on for what seemed like ages as Joel's world froze. It was like this every morning for him; this one moment that he sat and waited that seemed to last a lifetime.
It was when he waited for Blair.
Though she wasn't always perfectly on time, he had a knack for simply knowing the days. ALmost like a feeling he picked up. If she wasn't coming to school that day, he just woke up feeling run down. If she was, he felt tense, energized. He felt horrifically aware of his lameness this morning and had simply known she was going to be there.
Maybe it was illogical that he claimed to just know, but he couldn't phrase it any other way. There was no magic, no voodoo or hoodoo to it-- it was just inherent. He simply knew.
He suspected this morning's tenseness was from his conversation with her last night. Not that Blair would ever know it was him, Joel Decker, that she was chatting with. He'd rambled, made her feel bad, made himself feel bad and all around looked dumb. The entire situation made him sort of sad because if he couldn't be cool on the internet, where could he be?

Oh, yeah. His dreams.

Just as he had predicted, Blair made it into the room before Ms. H shut the door. She walked to her seat and sat. Joel felt his chest ache, the desperate need he had to just take her hand and spill everything. But he couldn't. No matter how madly he wanted to, telling her who he was would embarrass her. She'd probably dreamed him up to be some cool, wise guy with a rocking bod. Not Invisible Joel. And honestly? He would rather talk her, never fully staisfied, than take a risk and never talk to her again.
As she sat, Joel watched her. God, did he feel... creepy. It wasn't like he stalked her or anything-- God, no. But he'd been in love with her for years. A sort of fascination had just... developed. The way she moved, the length of her hair, her scent-- all things became an integral part of his day. And he'd never even spoken to her. Talk about pathetic. Instead of staring at her long, straight blond hair and torturing himself with thoughts that could never be, he looked backd own at his textbook and tried to focus on Helena's soliloquy.

Do you have a pen?

Joel's head shot up at the sound of Blair's light, yet strong voice. Her eyes were actually focused on his face. He felt his jaw sag a little, and just couldn't believe it. He was talking to bee. For real. "Y-Yeah!" He said after a minute, practically diving at his bag. Pausing, he looked up at her over the formica desk top and asked, "Do you want red, or blue?" He held a pen of each color in either of his hands as he straightened. "I mean, it's not really important, but if you prefer red you can... uh..." He swallowed the lump in his throat, all the while feeling awkward and embarrassed. "have it." He finished with a pronounced swallow. God, he couldn't be lamer around this girl. Even the smallest amoutn of ease and grace deserted him in her presence.

"Class!" The teacher started, drawing the thirty some high school student's attention to her. "We'll be starting an English project today on Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream." The elder woman cleared her throat, "You'll be doing a character study. You'll be assigned one or two characters in your groups of two, and you'll have to anazlyze that character until all of their secrets are gone. Until you have found, uprooted or discovered all that there is to know about them." Ms. H went on to babble about the project, how the pairs could do posters, videos, song, or whatever they wanted to illustrate their character to the class.
Joel hated these assignments. There were thirty one kids in the class, which meant one got left out. And he was always that one. "Now, for your partners," Ms. H said, "I will be choosing." A collective grown circulated through out the class, but Joel's dampened spirits lightened visibly. Maybe he'd actually get paired up with someone who he'd get along with. The only thing he was sure he didn't want to was to be paired up with Blair. She was the only person in here whose opinion he cared about, and he already knew that if given the chance, he'd ruin any chance of her ever liking him in person.

[BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE]

Blair felt herself smile as she watched Joel. Waiting for the pen. Something about the way he was so awkward amused her. She’d never really spoken to him before. In fact, if someone had of pointed him out and told her they were in the same class she probably would have stared blankly, having no memory of the kid. However, regardless of the fact she had nothing to go off, and for all she knew awkward could have just been his natural state of being- She was happy to assume that she made him nervous. Guys were so predictable. Give them a pretty smile and they fell all over themselves. Blair liked knowing she could have that sort of an effect on guys and sure, she played up to it. If that made her a bitch, well she was a bitch. It was as though she took it too far though. She didn’t purposely manipulate men into falling in love with her just so she could shatter them. She just liked to throw out the odd flirty comment and see how they reacted. It was all just in fun.

In fact, had class not been about to start, Blair would have loved to engage in such teasing with pen boy (that was what she was going to refer to him as until she learned his name.. or if she ever learned his name. Whatever). However, she really wasn’t in the mood to have their English teacher give her a lecture about talking in class. Blair was likely to give her instructions on how to remove the pole from her rear end if that was the case. Which wasn’t exactly a good way to start a lesson. Unless you wanted a detention and trip to the office. Which Blair did not. Instead of teasing, Blair merely let out a gentle laugh as she eased the blue pen from his hand. “Blue’s fine. Writing in red is far too rebel for me.” She gave him a slight wink (okay, maybe she couldn’t help herself from doing just a little) before turning back to the front of the class. She would at least pretend she was listening. Or well, for as long as she could stand to sit there staring blankly and the lure of getting out her phone to text someone was just too great.

A mid summer night’s dream? Blair’s interest pricked slightly, and she looked at the teacher instead of her usual past the teacher. It wasn’t a wildly known fact (and it was going to stay that way thank you very much), but Blair actually enjoyed classic texts. Shakespeare being an example of that. She liked the way people used to indulge in language. Newer plays, books and even movie scripts were always so to the point, and if they weren’t they’d be criticized for being overly wordy. No one would dare say that Shakespeare was overly wordy though, even if he did take ten lines of text to say one simple thing. More than that though, Blair enjoyed knowing that most people wrote this sort of thing off as dated, and yet any modern story could be trailed back to the same basic plot archetypes that Shakespeare and Chekov and Dickens used. She felt almost superior knowing she could find s potent modern relevance in things that others could not. People didn’t look hard enough, she supposed. Which was really strange. Because if Blair- who could barely sit still for an hour, could dig a little deeper into such texts, why wouldn’t other people? Whatever, their loss or something.

The mention of group-work, and groups that the teacher picked no less, made Blair frown. Arg. Why did teachers always want to torture their students? Raising her hand, Blair didn’t wait to be called upon. All bar cutting the woman off. “Mrs. H, Micah Diaz is out sick today. Mono.. or Meningitis. Or whatever, it started with M. Anyway, I feel like it wouldn’t be fair if he was left out just because he was absent. Now, I’d be perfectly happy to partner with him-“ Blair stopped, as the teacher cleared her throat to cut in. ”While I’m sure that’s so gracious of you Miss Alderidge. I have already assigned the partners. You are partnered with..” A pause to check her list. “Mr. Decker and you’ve been assigned to look at the relationship between Helena and Demetrius.” Blair’s face fell as the teacher moved on to start assigning the rest of the groups. So much for that. Tossing her pen (or well, the borrowed pen) onto her text book, the blonde cast her eyes around the room. Who was Mr. Decker, anyway?

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She was looking at him.
Honestly looking at him.
It baffled Joel to think, that in all of their years together, they'd never once spoken. He'd been in at least one of her classes every year since first or second grade. And here there were, speaking, for the first pen.
And she was smiling.
He felt himself grinning dumbly, and tried to look away. She was probably thinking about Micah, her boyfriend. There was nothing he could do to make her smile. He was just Joel.

As she took the pen from his hand, he couldn't help but notice how slight her hands were in comparison to his. Joel had long, narrow fingers. Boney knuckles and a light dusting of hair over his naturally oliver complexion. They looked dramatically different from her small, soft, pale hands. All light, round angles that made her hands look exquisitely gentle. His looked clumsy in comparison.
She joked with him as the pen left his hand. And of course, being the smooth operator he was, Joel hadn't the faintest idea of how to respond. So, of course, he didn't. Instead, he nodded with a tight smile and bent to put his other pen away, all the while internally groaning. You are so lame.

The teacher was talking about the project, but Joel was zoning out. He had read almost all of Shakespeare's work, including A Midsummer's Night Dream. When she was done talking, he'd just find his group and do whatever they told him do, or simply do what he could to assist. Personally, though, he worried little about his own grade. When it came to the test, he'd ace it, so getting an okay grade on the project was really all he needed.
On his page he was scribbling words to a poem, the adjectives and lines flowing from his pen with out much thought.

i've seen her before
i swear i know her face
but she does not see me
she knows not of my place
her body is my temple
her arms my shrine
but to her i am foreign
to her eyes i am blind
there is pain in the anonymity
there is despair in the pain
but no matter my duty
my desires never change
to her i am serviced
yet from her i must hide
for by the time she knew the truth
her love for me will have died

the poem itself was far from his best, but it was accurate. above it, in his chicken-scratch cursive, he titled the piece Blair. Quickly after, he closed his notebook and rested his forehead on top of it.
It was then, just as he was shutting his eyes, he heard her speaking. Blair was asking the teacher if she could be with Micah. Well, of course, he was her boyfriend... Still, A small part of him wondered if she knew KT was in this room, would she forget Micah? Or would KT take second place to him?
He figured the latter.
Though Blair pleaded, the teacher seemed to be having none of it. "You will be partnered with... Mr. Decker." Joel's head shot up off the desk. No. Nonono! "And you’ve been assigned to look at the relationship between Helena and Demetrius." Joel had to suppress a groan. It figured they'd get one of the major unrequited love matches in A Midsummer's Night Dream. Fantastic. At least they wouldn't have a problem getting a passing grade-- Joel understood Helena to a tee. And chances were, he'd be able to observe the operative Demetrius (ie, Blair) as she ignored him for Micah. After all, why would she bother spending time with him on some stupid project when her boyfriend was going to be just a few seats away?

After the teacher finished dividing the groups, Joel had decided he would just have to deal with Blair. He refused to let his identity slip. It would be hard, but he'd manage. Being close to her was going to be the real trial. If he could love her from a distance for almost seven years, there was no telling the havoc being near her would wreak on his heart.
Though it wasn't intentional, he'd spent the past few minutes staring at the cover of his notebook. Taking a fortifying breath, he glanced up at the back of her sleek, blond head. Standing, he moved to stand by her desk. "Hi... I'm Joel. Uh, Joel Decker." He smiled weakly, his eyes darting away from hers.

This was going to be tough.

(notes; BLAH sorry about about the craptastic poetry. not my strong suit.)

[BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE]

When the identity of her partner didn’t jump out at her, Blair let out a low sigh and gave up trying to find him. She figured the guy would just have to find her. Considering it was perfectly clear who she was. Even if she hadn’t been addressing the teacher, Blair liked to think that most, if not everyone, of her fellow classmates knew exactly who she was. If Capeside high had celebrities, Blair and her friends would be it. They were those gorgeous, intimidating girls that everyone either loved or hated; but you knew who they were and knew pretty much everything about them. Well, everything they made public anyway. Blair and her friends had grown rather competent at keeping certain parts of themselves a secret. Though, there were odd times when things came out that the girls would rather keep quiet, but who needed to talk about those sorts of things? Not unless you had to.

The blonde lost interest in the teacher as she blandly went through the list of pairs. Blair had no interest at all in who was paired with who. In fact, she really didn’t even care much about who Micah’s partner was. She probably should have cared, but their relationship wasn’t exactly that clingy, co-dependant type. Sure, if she could she’d try to partner him in things. But that was more just as a safety so she wasn’t put with someone really annoying. Her own fate was already sealed though, so let Micah worry about his own. Not that she knew for sure what her partner was like. Though, considering she didn’t know the name, there was a strong chance that the guy was a loser or something. Well, hopefully he was the smart kind of loser, because she didn’t exactly feel like doing the whole assignment on her own.

Blair was staring at her text book, trying to picture who her partner was in her mind when Joel’s voice broke her thoughts. Jumping a little, she looked up at him. What? Did he want his pen back? Raising an eyebrow, Blair looked at him for a minute as what he was saying actually started to register in her mind. “Oh!” She smiled up at him. “Hi! Pen boy. You are my partner, cool.” She said with a gentle nod. Her eyes glancing him up and down- assessing what sort of partner he would be. Well, he certainly looked smart enough. Hopefully he had enough intelligence to do his part of the assignment. He didn’t even have to do it well, just get it done. Blair didn’t want to be the one doing the bulk of the work. She hated when that happened. Blair was lazy, and doing anything extra was just not okay with her.

The teacher addressed the class again, and Blair looked over Joel’s shoulder to listen as she informed the students that the rest of the lesson could be spent starting work on the assignment, but not to waste time since they’d need to submit an essay question that they devise as a group that will be addressed in the assignment. She then dismissed them to start work and Blair turned her attention back towards Joel. Gesturing for him to sit down or something as the groups around them got comfortable. “I always feel so sorry for Helena.” She started with a shrug. “I mean, okay she gets the guy in the end, but it’s such a hollow victory. She only has him through magic. His heart will never be truly hers.”

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Joel had done boy scouts for about two weeks when he was younger. His grandpa had done it in an effort to help him socialize, and it hadn't worked well. But, Joel had learned one thing; knot-tying. He had enjoyed the practice thoroughly, and found a well-tied knot was both reliable and, in a way, soothing. Like you could count on it for support. However, the dread currently twisting and tying itself up in his stomach was both more intricate and far more discomforting as far as Joel could remember. The moment Ms. H had paired him with Blair, he'd wanted to run.
Sure, they were close enough online. But that was a whole different sphere. One where Joel could think out his responses; where they weren't demanded of him immediately and where he didn't have the pressure of eyes on him. Truth was, he was nothing like kidthinker. Sure, they had the same interests, but Joel was no where near as clear-sighted or as witty as KT was. And God help him, if Blair ever found out, she'd kick him to the curb faster than he could spell her name.

He almost turned and ran when he called her Pen Boy. God, he didn't know how to feel. Blair was his best friend, his world, and she had no clue. All he was was the guy who lent her a pen that one time. "Yeah, that's me..." Joel managed with a forced smile. At least she didn't seem disappointed in having him as a partner. A part of him wasn't sure if he could handle her resentment in reality.

So they had Helena and Demetrius, eh? Joel felt a private and somewhat ironic happiness at the appropriateness of that. The girl who loved the boy who didn't have a care for her. Sounded vaguely familiar. Where had he heard it before? Think, think... Oh, yeah. It was basically the plot of his life story.
He moved his desk by Blair's, keeping a good inch between the formica tabletops. No accident elbow brushing. Joel would see that there would be minimum contact, both physical and verbal. The verbal would be the hard part-- they did, after all, have to discuss the characters thoroughly. As long as they focused on the characters, however, Joel was pretty certain he'd be able to keep his identity secure.
As he stared at the textbook in front of him, then glanced up at his partner (who was so pretty, it was just kind of hard not to look), he remembered a conversation they'd had a few months ago. If he remembered right, Blair actually had a little bit of an affinity for Shakespeare. Yeah, he remembered now-- She actually liked classical literature, including Shakespeare.

He smiled faintly to himself when she began to murmur about Helena and her personal feelings over the relationship. Most kids in the class hadn't even read the play, but there she went, talking about it like it was common, every day knowledge. Joel had always adored the versatility in her nature. Absently, he wondered if Micah even noticed. "Yeah," The agreement had just rolled out of his mouth naturally. Since debating things wasn't in his nature, he usually just went with what others said. Unfortunately, when he'd opened his mouth, he'd put the spotlight on himself.
So, of course, he started babbling. "I mean, I sort of agree," Which now meant he had to explain more, "There's more to their relationship. He, uh... Well, obviously, he was in love with Hermia, but she never even looked at him twice." He cleared his throat, words bubbling up like water in a fountain, "Demetrius was never really able to give Helena a chance, because he was never able to move on after Hermia." He should really stop talking. "There's no telling what he might have felt had he truly been able to look at Helena with out his love for Hermia getting in the way," Well, that sounded rather unromantic. Love, getting in the way. Very smooth. "I mean... I guess... I just think that there's a good chance Puck's magic only gave him a new perspective. Had he truly loved Hermia, you'd have think he would've fought it more... so... uh..." He swallowed, any words left to say suddenly gone. "Uh... yeah." Dumb, dumb, dumb. Turning back to his textbook, he hoped his face wasn't as bright red as it felt.

[BLAIR LYDIA ALDERIDGE]

Blair would be lying if she did not admit that she wondered about the true identity of KT. He was her best friend. Not just her best online friend, or her best guy friend, or her best friend that wasn’t Flick or Liv or something. He was her complete and utter best friend. Which, by the way, felt pretty unfair. Like she’d been cheated. It sucked that the only person who seemed to really get her, who she felt like she could be herself around was someone she didn’t even know. It was like a cruel trick. Whoever was up there- God or whoever was like dangling this amazing person at her then being like ‘trololol you will never really have him completely’. She must have done something pretty crummy at some point to deserve such a raw deal. Which, yeah, was probably right. She could be kind of.. mean at times.

She could have him in reality though. That was the thing. She knew he lived in Capeside and all she’d have to was say the word and she could meet him. Was it really as easy as all that though? Blair honestly didn’t think so. With the barrier of the computer screen between them, Blair felt much more comfortable and at ease. She could say and do anything she liked without being judged, or having to think about how it would affect her reputation. She could just... be. Blair liked that feeling. She needed that feeling to keep her sane. Meeting him would change all that. He’d know who she really was and not only would she have to be careful about how her actions appeared, she was also worried that if he found out she was really Blair Alderidge, he might not want to remain friends with her. KT seemed much too good for the grade eleven bike- everyone’s had a ride on it.

When she’d first found out that KT was from Capeside, it had almost driven Blair crazy trying to work out who he was. Every guy she saw was a potential candidate and she watched them intently trying to find signs that would lead to them being her best friend. She’d never really paid much attention to Joel though, and it was hard to tell if she’d even been able to work it out. And if she had worked it out, would she have revealed herself to him? It was so hard to tell, and she would probably never know. These days, she tried not to think too much about who KT was. She couldn’t drive herself crazy about it. It wouldn’t be any good for her anyway so what was the point? Plus.. things were... a little more confusing these days and seeing him face to face would only complicate it.

Focusing her mind on what Joel was saying, Blair raised an eyebrow. She could see where he was coming from, and he had some really good points but Blair wasn’t sure she was convinced. “Maybe there is something in that whole perspective thing.. but that all depends on the nature of the magic Puck used. Like, if it does exactly what it says in the play and made him fall for Helena, we will never really know for sure what a new perspective will bring him, because it’s the magic that draws him to Helena. I still say it’s victory for her by default which really sucks. He should love her on her own merits.” Though she was disagreeing with him, her tone wasn’t at all argumentative. It was more conversational. In fact, she was sort of enjoying being able to have an intelligent discussion about literature with someone who had actually read the text.

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Remnants of a song drifted through Joel's head as he pointedly avoided staring, open-mouthed at her. Does he loves you? Does he love you? Images of Micah and Blair in the hallways and in class haunted his mind. He wanted to be there with her damn it, appreciating her and just her. Like that dummie Diaz would never be able to completely do.
Of course, she'd never look his way. Micah was cool. Joel was not. Simple math said that that meant Joel would never be enough.

Joel wondered if he had the strength to lie to her to protect his identity. Technically, since he knew he who she was, he was already sort of lying. But if she asked him who he was, would he have the power to lie to her? To deny her that knowledge? It may only backfire. She may lose the trust she had for him, or worse, just stop talking to him. He wouldn't pretend to know the workings of the female mind, so he wasn't going to rule out any possibilities.

As they discussed literature, Joel imagined he felt at least a little more comfortable. Here, he was in his own element. He liked literature. He knew literature. He could talk literature. "By that same logic, we'd never know if Demetrius was even still under Puck's magic. The spell very well might have come undone, such as the one that drew Hermia and Lysander apart, or the one that turned Bottom into a donkey." In Joel's opinion-- in his dreams-- all Demtrius really had to do was look in a different direction, see something even better. Just as sll Blair would have to do is look away from Micah to see him.

Of course, that would never happen.

Joel looked around uneasily as he noticed the stares they were getting. It was unusually to see them beside each other. No one would put Joel Decker, class nobody and Blair Alderidge, class somebody, together. It disheartened him to realize just how radically separated they were in the school's hierarchy. How, even if he was able to come out and tell her who he was, she'd never be able to accept him. It would be like asking her to jump off a cliff.
Clearing his throat, he tried to distract himself. "What sort of project do you want to do?" He asked. They could could do poster, video, skit, anything really. He wanted it to be creative, yet at the same time, simple and very smooth.