School is dragging on. The teachers are talking nonsense for you. As the schoolbell rings finally you run as quickly as you can out of the building. On the other side of the street you see Rob standing together with some guys. "Hey, (Your name)!", one of them shouts. You stand there a while thinking about joining them or not. At the end you cross the street asking "What's up, Tyler?". "How was the kiss?", one of the boys asks laughing. "You own him 50 bucks!", one of them says to another boy. Your eyes wide surprised. "Wait, wait, wait. Why. Does. He. Own. You. 50. Bucks?!", you yell a little bit too loud. "Listen, (Your name). It's not like you think it is!", he whisper holding his hands up. "Oh, it's exactly like I think it is!", you say while tears well up into your eyes. It shouldn't mean so much to you. It was just a kiss. It was just your best friend. It was just a bet. As tears stream down your face you turn around and sprint away. You run. You don't stop at your house. After a while you get out of breath so you have to stop. Why does it mean so much to you? You love John. You don't have feelings for Rob! Or do you? No, you can't! But does it really matter if you love him or not? What he did was rude anyways. Rude, the understatement of the century. How could he? "Stay calm, (Your name)!", you tell yourself. It's not like he killed someone. He didn't think you would think he was in love with you. Are you? You think of him. His blue eyes. His wonderful blond-brown hair. His angular jawline. "Why now.", you whisper sadly.
