Jared is already at their picnic table. His hair looks like he’s ran his hands through it at least a hundred times. He’s in the same clothes from last night. And her heart aches at the pure look of sadness on his face. She sits down across from him.

“I swear on my life I did not kiss her. And I didn’t want to either. I sure the hell didn’t want her to kiss me.” Jared said.

“So out of the blue this random girl just kisses you?” MJ said.

“Not random.” Jared said. ...