Jeremiah couldn't help but look back at Willow from where they were sitting. He was happy she was looked better than she had this morning but she still didn't look happy which was understandable. He had never liked that Edward jerk anyway he always acted like such a pompous ass whenever he as around him but he didn't say anything because Willow was madly in love with him. He couldn't help but feel guilty for being glad they had broken up. 

[i]"A guy like him didn't deserve a girl like her: I mean she's so smart, and kind, and pret-?!"[/i] He had to shake his head at the last one he meant she was pretty strictly in the platonic sense, she was his friend after all. 

The guilty feeling was back even worse now here he was supposedly trying to comfort his friend and instead he was checking out his other friend. Now he felt like an ass. He turned back around hoping no one had caught him staring and rushed to answer Brooke's question in an awful attempt to be nonchalant. "The answer is twelve!"