"Guess who?" Brenda said as she covered his eyes.

Thomas shook his head and sighed. "Really Brenda? That's kinda high school, actually scratch that, middle school."

Brenda stuck her tongue out and uncovered her boyfriend's eyes. "Oh please Thomas! Don't take everything so seriously, I mean really, life is too short to do that!" She sat down next to him in the stands and dropped her messenger bag onto the bench. "So why we studying here?"

Thomas scratched the back of his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh uh, ya know," he stammered, "get some fresh air, away from those musty books."

"Pick up the pace Park!" a voice yelled down on the track. "You're slacking today – championship's coming up in a couple of days and you better be on your A game now!"

Brenda looked down at the track and watched as several young men ran into the stadium through the south gate. She picked out Ben, a decent yet somewhat nervous guy who was fair at running, and frowned when she noticed a tall guy with dark hair trailing behind Ben. She squinted to see it was Minho Park, the guy that the voice was yelling at, AKA the best runner on the team.

Unusual, she thought. Minho was always leading the pack and Ben usually was somewhere in the middle, sometimes leading the end of the group. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Thomas lean forward as Minho came closer to the stands, his hands clasped together.

I wonder, she thought, making up her mind to try something. "So Halloween's comin' up in a couple of days," Brenda said out loud. "What are you planning to go as? And you better not say nothing – Harriet said you have to dress up."

"Uhhhh," Thomas stalled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Dunno…maybe Captain America?"

Brenda snorted as she leaned against the railing of the bleachers. "Figures Tom – the all-American hero who can do no wrong. Wonder Boy practically." She stared at the runners who were going past the visitors side and continued, "Ya know? I heard that Minho's going as The Winter Soldier to Harriet and Sonya's party."

Thomas snapped his head towards Brenda and reddened. "Oh uh, really? Well, well, then uh, maybe I should go as something else! What were you planning on going as?"

"I was thinking Isabelle Lightwood from The Mortal Instruments," Brenda murmured with a faint grin. "She's got some mad skills with a whip."

Thomas smiled and turned towards her. "Well then! Maybe I can go as someone from that series too! So uh, who is there I can go as?"

Brenda looked at Thomas and shot him a small smile. "Listen Tom, ya don't have to try to match my costume, ya know? If ya really wanna go as the good, ol' captain, I'm cool with that."

Thomas relaxed his shoulders and cracked open his textbook. "Okay then. So how about Biochem?"

"Minho would probably be happy to see a Captain America there," Brenda said, ignoring Thomas's attempt to change the subject. "Besides, some idiot will probably mistake him for Warpath instead of The Winter Soldier if he goes solo, ya know?"

"I…doubt it," Thomas said. "So why are we talking about…him so much?"

Brenda shook her head and slung her messenger bag over her shoulder. She stood up and turned to face Thomas.

"Tom, let's be real," she began, "if you think I'm that stupid to not notice why we're studying outside in the stadium when the library's pretty empty, then I'd swear that someone slipped the Bliss into your coffee."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do I need to say this more plainly?" Brenda said with a sigh. "You like Minho Park – I've seen you checking him out a couple times when he's near and you always insist on seeing him at his meets. Normally you hate sports and wouldn't even go see Sonya in Swimming or Gally in Wrestling!"

"Wha–that's, that's–"

"Crazy Tom?" Brenda finished. She rested a hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Please, don't deny it. Look I know we're together but if you really like Min that much, you should just go talk to him. Stop pining for the guy and go get him."

Thomas closed his book and stared at her with a puzzled look. Brenda groaned and gestured to the track. Thomas looked over where the team had stopped to take a water break. Minho poured water on his head and he closed his eyes as the cold water hit him.

Brenda smirked as she watched Thomas. "See? You even get excited when you see him."

Thomas looked down and blushed as he used his textbook to cover his boner. Brenda laughed as she headed toward the steps. Thomas called after her and she turned around.

"Hey…but if I…take your advice," Thomas began.

"I'll be fine Tom," Brenda insisted as she began heading out of the stadium. "Trust me." She swallowed hard as she hiked her bag higher on her shoulder and continued to walk quickly away from the stadium.