I run. I run through the school hallways. He needs to see me, he told me to meet him in our class as soon as possible. I finally reached it, class 3D. I opened the sliding door and walk into our class. I see him. His dark, black eyes staring out the window, his black hair flowing in the same direction as the wind. I don't want to interupt him. He looks so concentrated. But he asked me here to be here. I close the sliding door behind me and walk to him.
"You needed me?" I ask.
He turns to me and jumps, I'm not sure whether he's surprised or not. But for some reason his face was red. Has it always been like that or did his face just became red?
"A-Ana," he sutters. "I didn't expect you to be here so quick!"
"Uhm, why not? You did ask me to be here as soon as possible." I say. "And I am your best friend, so I figured you might have a problem."
He looks at me for a few seconds than sighs.
"Yeah, I do have a problem." I look at him. "What is it?"
"I-I'm falling in love." he says quietly.
I start to laugh, "Really? I thought you told me you weren't afraid of falling in love, like me."
He gives me a look, like he was telling me he was hurt for laughing, but he continues. "I'm falling in love, with you."
I stop laughing and look at him. "What?. . ."
"I'm falling in love with you."
My heart began to pound. I feel myself blushing. "D-Derek. Y-You know how I feel about love." My voice changed, it became so shaky.
"I know." he says "But I want to change that for you. I don't want you to keep hiding or never find anyone to settle down with just because of your fear of rejection and a broken heart. Everyone needs to experiences pain in love Ana. And I promise you, I'll make sure you won't regret ever being with me." I stare at him. I say nothing. I only have the need to leave this classroom and never come back. I turn around and head straight for the door.
"Ana!" he shouts in a serious tone and grabs my arm. "Are you just gonna walk away because of a confession?" he asks. I just stare at the floor. "I'm opening up to you, my feelings, and you just walk away? Without even giving me a damn answer?"
Without even thinking. I slap him across the face. He lets go of my hand and placed his hand on his cheek. I look up at him. I can see my handprint.
"Don't say anything like that to me when you haven't even dated a single girl. I know how it feels to have a broken heart and you don't." I pant as I stare at him.
"I just wanted to know whether you liked me or not." he says, his voice so low and shaky. Telling me he was on the verge of tears. I start to tear up. Was I just about to make my best friend cry? I quickly walk to the door, open it and start to run. I run as fast as I can. I start to cry. The guilt, the pain it followed me. I didn't want to hurt him. But I didn't want to fall in love again. I hate the pain. I hate the guilt. I hate love. I don't want it. I want it all to end. I just want everything to stop.
