Her son John Smith

Jenna looked up and stared at the face of her son, John, who went a bit wide-eyed and immediately went down to check on her. "Sorry about that, Tiffany!" He immediately reached out and when she took his hand, gently clasped it and helped her back up to her feet. "Wasn't watching where I was going."

Jenna took a few moments to shake her head and then smiled at him. John still looked very much the same, though there was a definite change in his appearance. He was a few inches taller now, and that was not from her being shorter as Tiffany. He also was more defined in his chest and his arms, looking like he had a steady working out routine that emphasized his body more. Even his smile that he flashed her caused her to feel more than just a bit warm inside, the obviousness made apparent in the way her body seemed to react to his being close to her.

"You okay?"

Jenna nodded, not trusting her mouth to say anything. After a few more glances up and down to making sure she was okay, he handed her bag back to her. "I'm glad, hate to have the co-captain knocked out before the big game tonight." He turned and smiled at the rest of the girls who were equally smiling back at him. "Sorry for that again."

John walked off with his friends and Jenna just stood there, watching him go down the hallway and disappear into a classroom before Bethany nudged her. "Better close that mouth before you trap something in it."

"I bet she'd like to trap him in it..." whispered another one. Jenna just shook her head and tried, unsuccessfully, to get the image out of her head before they just laughed at her and walked down the hall towards the gym. "Yeah, it's too bad that he's already taken."

Jenna stopped. "You're kidding me?"

"No, you don't remember? He's been going out with Amber Thatcher since last year." Amber?

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