“He had it coming,” Adam mumbled, pinching a couple of random strings on the guitar.  Then, he grinned boyishly.  “If it's any comfort, I don't think he'll be reproducing any time soon.”<br/><br/>He resumed picking at the guitar, a new tune.  It wasn't anything he'd heard on the radio or in concert, but one he'd crafted on his own.  It was less aggressive than what he normally played, accented by a gentle B chord.  It was a lot easier to play when he was alone, but knowing Sasha was there, his hands were unsteady and nervous.  Not that she would know, but it was a tune he'd been working on alongside some lyrics more or less about her.<br/><br/>Peter hadn't been wrong; it was entirely true that Adam had a crush on her since the fourth grade.  It was the first class they'd ever been in together, but he found it unlikely she would even remember he was part of it.  He was a scrawny little loser then- well, he still was- and had tried naively to gain her notice.  Unfortunately, boys were of course from Mars, and he'd given up after a couple of years.  Peter always reminded him that girls had cooties, anyhow.<br/><br/>It was really, really weird being alone with her.  He was just too damned awkward, and all he could think of doing was playing his guitar, because he honestly had no idea what he could say.  His eyes finally fell on his notebook.  He'd forgotten about it.  Adam could feel his face growing hot with embarrassment, but he decided to talk it off.<br/><br/>“I suppose you know why I'm a straight-A student now, huh?” he joked, hoping and praying she didn't think he was a creep for it.