Jen, of course

You decide to take the seat next to Jen, as she seems upset at something.

"What's wrong, Jen?" you ask.

"It's that asshole friend of yours, that's what's wrong!" she tells you in a flash of anger.

"Well, do you wanna talk about it?"

"Really?" she asks, softening her expression.

"Yeah."

"I'd love to get a guy's perspective on this problem, but not now. Why don't you come over after school and we can talk about it," she says as she writes out her address and leans to hand it to you, allowing you to see just enough to catch a hint of a red lace bra under her shirt. You almost think she catches you looking, but she just smiles back at you.