Julie sighed. She supposed it would be best to confront Jon here and now, before things got out of hand. He needed to know she wasn't interested.
Jon was sitting in the third row of the stands, leaning forward and propping his head up on his hands. He looked like he was in another world, his eyes distant and dreamy behind his thick, shiny glasses. Short and goofy, Jon was often picked on, and sometimes Julie did feel for him. Maybe she only pitied him, but she would try to be gentle.
As she jogged over to where he sat she could hear her teammates cawing at her behind her back. Fuck 'em, I'm doing the right thing. They could all go to hell for all she cared. Julie stopped at the edge of the stands and called out, in a not unfriendly manner, "Hey, what are you doing?" She was careful to make sure her voice was soft and easy, not harsh and demanding.
Jon blushed, and for a moment he appeared to be confused and intimidated by her kindness, but then that twisted smile returned to his face and instead of answering Julie's question he began to make his way down to where Julie stood. Suddenly the whole thing felt off, and an uneasy feeling was growing in the pit of Julie's stomach.
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