Where Two Sides Meet

Girlfriend? Really?

Dear Diary,

As I ran down the street, I couldn't believe that I actually offered to tutor Rowan. I mean, c'mon! I don't have very good grades so how could I possibly tutor somebody else?! And now Rowan's phone number is on a sticky note in my hands!!!

I stopped at my front door, about to turn the knob. Wait...why am I even nervous about Rowan? I have his number, right? No big deal...we are just two normal...friends who got each other's number like normal people...

He is a boy. I don't like boys...right?

My mom is always bothering me about how I don't have a girlfriend yet and I'm 16. Most of my old friends got girlfriends in like 8th grade.

In my freshman year of high school, a girl told me she liked me. She was in a few of my classes and I knew of her but I never really liked her. Well, with my mom pressuring me about dating, I just wanted to show them that I can find a girlfriend. So the next day I asked her on a date and stuff.

Well, we dated for like 2 weeks and that was it after I refused to kiss her.

But the point is, I'm straight...right? I mean, I never really had a crush on a girl before, but I never had a crush on a boy either. And anyway, my mom wouldn't even approve...at least I don't think so.

I walk into the house. As usual, the living room is to my left, the stairs are in front of me, the kitchen is diagonal from me and the dining room table is to my right. We unpacked most of our things but a few light brown boxes are sitting around the house. "Mom?!" I yell upstairs

"Yes? I'm upstairs if you need me." My mom shouts back.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked to the living room. Sitting in front of the TV, I took the gaming controller and started playing Rocket League.

My mom walked in, "Honey, don't you have anything else to do? What about your summer reading? Summer is over in 2 days." She crossed her arms

"Mom, no, I already did it," I say and try to focus on the game.

She leaves after a few minutes. I sighed and put down the controller and turned the TV off. I took out my phone and the sticky note.

Don't get me wrong, but it took me a moment to put down the number. I don't know why but I got lost in my thoughts about Rowan. I still couldn't stop thinking about the way he made me feel all weird. When I talk to him, it's like my heart might just beat right out of my chest.

But I shake my head, no, no, no. I can't like him. I don't like him, it's just because I get nervous when I meet new people.

I texted him a simple "hey." And wait for a response. HEY?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! WHO WRITES "HEY"?!

I threw my phone across the room and lay on the carpet, staring at the ceiling. The light on the ceiling was so simple, with no emotions, no issues, or complications.