It all started with a rose

Thursday

Thursday morning Lena was seriously considering ditching school for the day; certain that she wouldn't be able to stand the strange looks, like the only place she was ment to be was at James's side, or the ever-so-small hostile looks Andreya would send her way before she recalled who she was attempting to stare down. Or Nia's cheerfullness, or James pretending she fell off the face of the earth; no wait, that's not right, that would probably get a reaction from him.

Deciding against that plan, only because she'll be left alone with her thoughts; Lena made her way to school; hopeing that it wont be overly awkward. She was wrong. If anything it would be worse. If only, because Alex had noticed the shift too, thus so had Maggie, both trying to figure what was wrong. Unfortunately she wasn't nearly as inconspicuous as Kara or 80% of the female population, all of whi h no longer had to faun over James in secret.

Lena grabbed a burger for the cafeteria an had gone straight back into the halls detirmind to hide out in a empty classroom rather then deal witht the majority of students. Internally she was torn; she wanted to spend time with her freinds,  no matter what she says about them, it would atleast keep her mind busy. But James, it was weird to be around him, to be around Kara. To be around both of them.

How could she not see any of this coming? Was she truly that blind to how she was treating her supposide boyfreind? Looking back at the past couple weeks it seemed much to clear that day by day, James was becoming a background character rather then at the fourfront. Instead of a shadowy figure had crept forward and took his place, and then every facet of that character had taken on Kara's apperance.

It confused her how simply knowing that it was Kara that had made her heart soar and hightened every emotion Lena had ever felt. How was it that it had never happened before then? Or maybe it did and she was too blind too see that aswell.

Halfway through lunch she was extremely bored. Why was it that the teachers never assign stacks of homework when you want them too? With nothing to do but sit around, Lena was left thinking. At the moment thinking translated to agonising over the  James issue, not that she knew why. Or laminateing over the Kara matter, which she perfectly knew why.