I sat on the pavement outside, waiting for Jean. Jean arrived at six twenty-three pm, her backpack was in her hand. I smile, she knows how to prank her parents. She was different in her home uniform and was more fat than when she was in school uniform. Even more pretty than I could imagine. She hugged me and peck my neck. We laughed and walked into the room. Inexplicably laughter; that's why I love to stay with her all the time.

She was startled when her eyes meet Harry’s eyes in the sitting room. "Good afternoon."

"Afternoon." Harry turned his head, focusing on the football match.

I motioned Jean to follow me to my room.

"Wow, your room was beautiful, Annie." She hugged me. I smiled watching her glancing about my room, and she opened my bathroom room. She came out. "Wow. I feel like bathing here."

I laughed, Jean is too funny. I wished she should be living with me. She dropped her backpack on my bed, and jumped on it, bouncing up like a ball. We laughed.

"Please, don't spoil my bed," I said, and we laughed more.

"I wished I should be living here."

"You are free to come."

"My parent won't allow me, especially my father."

I remember she told me her father loved her more than all his brothers. She had three brothers and she was the only girl amid them. Anytime she tells me about the way her father treats her, I often wished I have a father like hers, who would never change.

She looked at me. "Have you done your assignment?"

"No." I sat beside her. She darted her long hair back. "Jean, you look sexy."

"Really? Would Harry find me sexy?"

I looked at her lips as if I should bite them. "That brat won't see this sexy in you, he's so arrogant, but..." My voice carried the past emotion now. "Harry confessed his feelings to me today."

She raised her eyebrows. "He said what?"

"He said I am not his type."

Jean hissed. "I already know he was too proud. And who cares about him? Who cares about who is his type? Annie, don't mind him, just... Is that why you cried?" She paused and stared into my eyes now.

"No."

"No? Why did you cry, he beat you again? Did his friends come to this house?"

"No, none of his friends had come here since we relocated here."

"Then why did you cry, Annie, why are you punishing yourself with nothing?"

"He told me he love me. He wants me to be his girlfriend."

"A girlfriend? A love?" Her eyebrows were raised "Ahh." She covered her mouth, staring at me without blinking. "I can't believe this Annie, what did you tell him, did you accept?"

"No."

"Why."

"I want to love, but can't again. Do you remember what I passed through when I first had a crush on him? I don't want that to happen to me again. If he can't be my friend, he should just leave me alone."

"I understand you, Annie." She remained quiet for a while as if she was thinking of what to say.

I break the silence. "He cried though."

"Really?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "I can see his red eyes, and the handkerchief he hold was wet. I thought an insect entered his eyes."

A knock came from the door. "Who was that?" I asked.

"Annie." Harry's calmed voice called. "Can I come in?"

To do what? I exchanged glances with Jean. And she whispered. "He wants to come here for real?"

I nodded. And she motioned me to go opens the door on time.

"I don't lock it, you can come in."

The door was opened, and Harry walked in. His backpack, in one hand, a pen in the other hand.

"Don't you girls mind joining you to solve the mathematics together?"

Jean looked at me, she wore a countenance of surprise on her face. She can't believe what she just heard now. I perceived she had millions of questions bugging her. Questions like, did one of the A4 group want to join us here? Did Harry say that?

Sitting on the bed and facing us now, Harry shipped his backpack down and brought out his mathematics notebook. Jean was stunned. She hasn't gone from the cliff of seeing Harry sitting beside her, for no one can dare to sit beside him in school.

"Jean," he said. "Did I get your name right?"

Jean stuttering. "Yes, yes. I'm jeans" And the wave of a smile spread on her face.

"You are welcome to our house. You can come any time, but you must keep this as a secret in school."

Jean nodded.

"Good." He looked at me. "Annie, come on let's solve it. It's giving me headaches since morning."

"Huh? Did you open it this morning?" I asked him.

"I tried to solve it before we go out for a date." He looked at Jean, fear appeared on his face when he realized he has say too much.

"It's fine," Jean said. "Do you remember the area of the cube?"

Here, I keep silent watching Harry and Jean solve the mathematics. It seems Jean was more intelligent and Harry appreciate her effort.

"I'm sorry, Jean," Harry said.

Jean looked at me and then at him. "For what?"

"For hurting you and Annie. I shouldn't have allowed my friends to beat you. I should have defended Annie before the C2 group and their girlfriends. I'm sorry."

I stared at Jean, waiting for what she would say and do. She smiled. Holy shit. She winks now, and says, "the past is gone, and it wasn't your fault. We have forgiven you."

"You and who." I hear myself say that. They both looked at me.

"I know she hasn't forgiven me." Harry lamented.

"Why did you say that Annie?" Jean asked.

"I'm not referring to him. I want to ask who he offends? He didn't offend us of course."

Jean's face was relieved. I bet she wants me to accept Harry as my boyfriend. The expression on her face told me so.

Jean's phone chirped. It was her dad calling.

"Hello, Dad."

"Where are you?"

"I told you I went to do my assignment at my friend's house."

"Oh, my bad. But look at your watch, you should be at home now."

"Okay, Dad. Would soon be there." Jean took a glance at me. I can see she doesn't want to leave. "I would soon be at home.

Harry rose as Jean rose to take her backpack. "Can I help you home?"