A normal human being will most likely tell their best friend anything. Well, not most likely, if you're anything like me, you can't go more than five minutes without spilling everything to your bff.
That's what's great about best friends, they always listen and give advice that's best for you, not them.
Ava's been my best friend forever, and in the long amount of time that we've known each other, we've never fought once. I mean, of course we've had small disagreements and such, but never a full blown argument.
I came to Ava the very next day at school and found her sitting hand in hand with Mark.
"Ava, can we talk?" I wring my hands nervously, knowing she won't like what I'm about to say.
"Mark, can you give us a couple minutes?" She pulls her hand away from him and watches as he leaves.
That's another thing I love about Ava, she's always putting me in front of her boyfriend. And you can't say that about many best friends.
"What's wrong?" Ava asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
"I think I like Ryan again!" I blurt out. No sense in beating around the bush, I'm just going to charge straight through it. Even though it's not really a great idea due to the fact that it's a really thorny bush.
"What?" Ava's eyes widen and she stares at me.
"Yeah, I'm getting that feeling again,"
"Oh..."
"Oh?"
"You know how I feel about him, Zoe,"
"And you know how I feel about him,"
"I know, I just don't want to see you get hurt,"
"I know that, but I don't know what to do,"
Ava stops to think for a moment as she absorbs the information I've given her.
"Disregard any 'rule' that says you can't have him 'cause he's my ex. It does not apply here. But if you want my opinion, he's bad news,"
"Disregard the rule?"
"Yeah, it doesn't exist right now, if you want him, take him,"
"Really?"
"Yeah, but I'm warning you, he's not the best for someone as amazing as you,"
"Yeah, I know,"
"I sense a but coming..."
"But I want him,"
"Possessive much?"
"Be serious!"
"Okay, okay! I'll support you through all of this, but once again, I wish you could have liked someone else. I just don't like the way he treats girl," Ava said sternly, as if she were a mother telling a child not to touch something.
"I know, but I won't let him do that to me, I'm too smart," I reply, smiling.
"Yeah, you are," Ava laughs.
I take a seat next to her and watch as the rest of the class files in for first period, Ryan included. He's wearing dark jeans, that fit him perfectly, a blue T-shirt, blue looks great on him, and his hair is gelled up, but has been messed up probably by him running his hands through his hair.
To sum it up, he looked drool worthy.
He catches my eye from the front of the class and gives his famous smirk. He comes towards Ava and I and sits right next to me, while Mark returns taking his original seat next to Ava.

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Love is a Crime
Teen FictionZoe Timmons is your typical cheerleader. She's a rich, blonde haired blue eyed sixteen year old. Except one thing doesn't fit in with the blonde cheerleader stereotype: she's smart. Since her mother passed away when she was four, it's just Zoe and h...