The next day, I was walking to my bus stop, with my fake confidence, as always. I can’t just show everyone how sad I am because nobody would want to be with me, and I’d look like an emo or a loner anyways. 

Well, it’s kind of what people think I am. I just look like a dumb, young new girl who didn’t knew Jules was a player. 

But, in my heart, I’m not angry towards Jules. I mean, he did “cheat” on me, but he was forced into that relationship with Ann-Marie. He was forced to do that to me. What hurts the most is that I don’t even know if he cares about me. 

As I’m stepping through my arithmetic class, which, in my vocabulary, is considered math, I notice Jules staring at the floor. I feel bad for him, but I know I shouldn’t. 

I sit on my chair, leaning in, pretending my confident face as I ignore those curious students staring at me. 

• So, everybody, today we’re going to keep learning about those beautiful multiplied with x and y! Laughs my math teacher with a cheeky grin 

• - Can we take a pause for today? Complains a guy in the back 

The teacher pauses and nods, surprisingly agreeing. 

• - Fine. What about Titanic? It’s a great romance movie, and it reminds you of historic facts! Plus, we have Di Caprio and Winslet playing! She squeals 

Slightly confused to see my math teacher getting excited about Di Caprio, I shrug. We’re kind of lucky to get that, honestly. Nothing better than a romance movie to replace boring arithmetic courses! 

I sigh. Of course, this had to remind me of Jules...Leaning back in my chair, I listen to the generic, as the girl next to me suddenly leaves for an appointment. 

As if the world wants me to keep my heart broken, Jules switches places with the girl next to me, as he mumbles. 

• - Nora, we must talk. 

Annoyed but still feeling my heart fluttering like crazy, I turn to him. 

• - I know. What is it, brown head? I ask, my eyed narrowing 

• - You know how I told you I had to fake it because of Ann-Marie, right? He starts, as he cracks his knuckles anxiously 

• - Yeah, I have a brain, so that comes with memory, obviously. 

Jules chuckles then sighs deeply. 

• - I have something to tell you, though. Yeah, I know, there’s a lot of things that I said to you, and you know a lot. I’ve said that sentence more than enough, but now I need you to listen to me. 

I frown, knowing he’s going to tear my heart in two. But, deep down, there’s a voice telling me that’s he’s genuine. I believe it. He looks so desperate; he’s looking at me so lovingly yet in a concerned way. 

• - Go ahead, Jules. I retorted coldly, waiting for him to speak. 

• - I am really in love with you, Nora. Even if I had to fake it all along, I love you. Believe me, I'm stuck up in a tricky situation with a girl I don’t like, when you’re the one I like... (he looks away and sighs) I would do anything just to make up to you. 

• - Oh yeah? What would you do, for example? I ask him, full of hope 

Jules clears his throat and takes a deep breath. 

• - I would break up with her for you.