Author's Note: Lemma, Leo/Emma one-shot. Review please.

Staring

"Leo." Nurse Jackson waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you even paying attention to me, boy?"

"Um…yes? I have to do what now?" He said, still dazed. There was a girl in the hallway. A very new, very pretty girl.

And she was looking at him.

"You have a meeting with your doctor." Her eyes followed his gaze and she gave a softer smile than before.

"That would be Emma. If you were curious." She added with a small smirk.

"No, I wasn't-" Leo's face took on an alarming shade of red. Nurse Jackson's smirk grew.

"If you're gonna lie, honey, lie well. Now, fess up where Dash is holed up, he's behind on his school assignments again."

"I'm sure he'll catch up." Leo attempted to cover for his friend. "He was doing some earlier this morning-"

"I bet." Nurse Jackson deadpanned. "Your teacher told me that he's three weeks behind."

"Oh…I think I'll go find the doc now." And Leo hobbled off on his crutches as fast as he could go. He didn't turn to look back at the nurse, or the girl smiling behind her.

Leo was finding it hard to be the smartest kid in class. He usually was, and it wasn't that hard. Obviously, since his cells sucked at not having cancer, karma decided that his brain cells should be able to understand his condition very well. Which, made him able to understand what they were teaching.

But right now, with the girl in front of him, it was proving to be more difficult than usual. She had a fashionable hat placed jauntily on her head. It rested atop of straight brown locks, flowing down her back. It appeared soft and he felt his hand twitch where it held his pencil.

She wore a long-sleeved blue blouse, grey skinny jeans, and matching blue converse. He wondered if girls were always able to do that, make clothes that would've looked odd separately all fit together so that they seemed like runway models.

"Leo? The answer?" His teacher asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Forty?" he said meekly.

"That might be correct, if we weren't discussing Romeo and Juliet." She said coldly. Leo sunk further into his chair, and he heard a small giggle come from the girl in front of him.

He thought that it made seeming foolish worth it.

"Hey, I'm Emma."

He looked up into her face, and he realized it was even more beautiful up close. She was smiling at him, her pink lips parted over glistening white teeth.

"Leo." He managed, pointing to himself. He tried to make up for his lack of eloquence by grinning broadly.

"If you want help, I can tutor you. I'm well-versed in Shakespeare." She said, taking on a proud expression.

"You aren't one of those girls who find the story romantic, are you? Because it's only two idiot teenagers getting together too soon over nothing more than mutual attraction."

"Ooh, he can talk. Guess the tutoring is out, then." She added, her expression one of pleasure. But, he could've sworn that there was disappointment in her eyes.

"Just because you don't have to tutor me doesn't mean that we can't be friends."

"Who said anything about friends? I was hoping to earn brownie points around here by helping the class dunce." She quipped, but her tone was playful.

"Well, if you aren't comfortable with friends, how about companions? Acquaintances? Rivals? I don't think we could manage arch enemies, as I'd easily win any battle for the fate of the earth."

"Are you sure about that?" She arched an eyebrow, a sly smile on her lips.

"Pretty sure."

"What if it were a race?" She said, before laying a hand on his arm as a goodbye, and leaving the room with a swish of her hips.

He decided she was right. Friends wouldn't be quite good enough.