"Check mate" Noah says as if it's nothing."What, that's like the 300th time!" I whine.
" You'll win next time "he says smiling." Don't lie to me" I mumble but smile all the same. I start to set the board up again. This time I'm black.
"So Em," Noah starts. "Do you consider us good friends?"
"Yeah of corse, we're best friends" I look up." We are right, best friends?"
He looks away and hides behind his yellow bangs. " It's just people think it's strange that we're best friends because, well we're not alike, at all."
I tilt my head. I don't like where this is going. "Why does that matter?"
"It's just, oh fudge, I don't like being laughed at because I'm -" Noah's head whips up.
" Because you're friends with me." I finish his sentence. "It's just, you're strange and I'm not..." His voice trails off.
I stand up abruptly, knocking Noah's chess board over in the process. "Well you don't have to worry about that anymore!" I say hurt.
My head's starting to throb and my eyes are getting hot. "Emilie I -" Noah starts but I cut him off. "No, I get it, being friends with me destroys your" street cred " or something. Well don't worry about that, we're not friends!"
I whip around and start to run. My head hurts like a five year old is going at it with a hammer, my eyes hurt from trying not to cry, and my heart hurts because Noah just stomped on it.
But what hurts the most is that he doesn't come after me.
