Alex was winking and flirting with every girl he passed in the hallway as usual. I really wish that he would stop being such a playboy. He wants all the girls' attention, but am I not enough for him? I know what I'm saying is selfish, but we have been friends since we were two years old. He knows most of my secrets and I know his. He was my best friend and secret crush. How cheesy can I get? When I say I fell in love with my childhood friend, it sounds like something of a TV. drama. I guess its just human nature to fall in love with someone you grew up with. Although that's not always the case, like with Alex.
I must have let my feelings show on my face because Alex peered into my face and said "Hey Gienelle, is something wrong? you look kind of scary."
I was surprised and then nervously laughed and replied to him "Yeah, of course I'm ok! I was just deep in thought."
He stood there staring at me for a few seconds until he took me by the arm and dragged me into an empty classroom despite my protest. He sat me down in a chair and then sat down in front of me. He looked me straight into my eyes and asked "What's really going on G?"
I looked down at my shoes and smiled away to myself. He only called me G when we were alone because all the girls in our middle school were jealous of me being the only one who got a nickname from Alex and he was afraid someone might end up hurting me over something so stupid. I also smiled at the fact that he knew me way too well. He probably knew me better than I would. After a moment of silence I looked up at him. He had been waiting patiently for my response with worried eyes. I open my mouth to tell him nothing happened and that I was fine, but the words didn't come out. He sighed looking a little sad. He shook his head and sat up straight as if making up his mind about something. He looked at me and asked me with sadness clearly in his voice asked me "G do you hate me?"
I frantically blurted out "what!? No way I love you with all my heart!"