When Jake first really began to notice the quiet, attractive girl in the corner, he was supposed to be writing a paper on "The Great Gatsby". It was a good book, but his mind really wasn't on writing essays now. It was a great day, the sun streaming through his classroom window and washing over his face. His old, slightly neurotic teacher was grading papers, and he had bigger things to concern himself with than F Scott Fitzgerald.
He'd only broken up with Linda three days ago, and even though he'd only slept with her twice, the frustration was beginning to affect his concentration. Until he looked up from his barely begun essay, and looked around the room.
Over in the corner, sitting alone, was a girl from his class, whose name he couldn't even remember. Her face was a mask of concentration, although she'd put her pen down. She was breathing slowly, but deeply, as if she was expecting to be sick.
