The Opposite Sex Enigma - Part Three

Final - E

"What is with you and boring, predictable endings?! Seriously? Back me up here Emma!" Reece protested.

"I'm staying out of this one!" Emma said wisely.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm just messing with you! God, where's your sense of humour disappeared to?"

"Not funny. I was having PTSD flashbacks to our epic fight."

"Epic fight?! How's that different to all your other fights?" Emma said amused.

Reece and I seemed to break out in fights constantly. It was either fight over something or sit in awkward silence. I couldn't sort out my feelings for Reece, but instead of doing something about it, I found myself getting frustrated, confused and lashing out at him.

"Well it was serious. We didn't talk for like a week." Reece stated.

"It was more like two days," I corrected him.

"Oh yeah, because you couldn't handle life without me," Reece teased. "She ended up caving in and apologising for being such a girl."

"A girl? When did you get so pathetically chauvinistic? I should have just left you digging your stupid holes in the garden by yourself!"

"Maybe you should have. I was having a great time."

"Fine. Since you seem to have more fun without me, I'm going to go find Azalea."

Azalea was hunched over her laptop in the hallway.

"Did they kick you out?" she asked.

"No. Just got sick of fighting with Reece, need a change of scenery."

"What's got into you two lately? You started the year inseparable and now it's just constantly volatile between the two of you."

"I know, I hate it. I don't know what to do."

"Look, there is something going one between you guys and you should just get it out in the open. I was talking to him the other day and he seems upset by it all. And he told me he has been eternally friend-zoned by you... but I see the way you look at him."

"Reece said I friend-zoned him?"

"Yeah."

"I mean... we've been best friends since we were 13. But things have evolved. Maybe my feelings have changed... but how do you unfriend-zone someone without completely messing everything up?"

"Um, it's called communication."

"I just keep thinking, like what if I am just confused and then I hurt him and then it ruins everything. Or what if he doesn't feel the same way, or what if it totally doesn't work. I'm so worried things will completely falling apart."

"Well the way I see it, things might completely fall apart if you don't say anything."

***

The soles of my shoes made a ripping sound every time I stepped across the sticky dance floor at the pub. It echoed the torn feelings I was having in my heart. It was another Friday night where we all met up at the corner pub and celebrated the weekend. I had already had one of my favourite cocktails and three shots of tequila, so my mind and emotions had been unlocked. I had been watching Reece all night from a distance. He was wearing a grey StarWars T-shirt and his baggy, old, ripped blue jeans. His hair was getting long again, with one bit of hair that kept falling in his eyes.

It was very clear to me that my feelings for Reece were not going away and they were very much real. I decided that night was the night I was going to say something to him - for better or for worse.