If loving you is Wrong

Shy:

"Who's the guy with the glasses", Desirée whispered behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see my friend Ethan standing next to a tall scrawny guy with glasses,
They made quite the pair the two of them did. Where as Ethan wore nothing but tight clothing and a afro in need of a good picking. His friend beside him wore a loose turtle neck and a baggy grey hoodie. Where as Ethan had more muscle this guy was just lanky. Wh stood out the most was his soft milk brown eyes.
"I never got his name. He is always with Ethan though".
"Chris", we both turned to the guest speaker.
Nadia was a short girl with large butt but is lacking in the boob section. On the other hand Desirée is the direct opposite of her. Nadia has known Ethan since they were in middle school. So we both turned to her and gave our full attention.
"How you know his name?", Desirée asked as she shoved her purse off the table.
"They both came by my place yesterday", she had said casually. I heard Desirée shocked gasped. The shock on her face mirrored my own.
Her mom allowed a boy over. Not one but two!
"It was early in the morning so I sent them away", she continued,"with a swift kick in the ass of course". We all laughed, but it was Desirée loud obnoxious laugh that drew them over.
Standing behind Nadia stood a short stocky guy with braids and a beard. I furrowed my brow but didn't say anything but turned my attention to the two boys who stopped by.
"Hey ladies", Ethan said cheerfully. Desirée rolled her eyes when he held he for a second too long. Before he stood by my chair waiting for me to stand. When I finally did he wrapped me into a embrace that smelled solely of too much cologne. My nose became frowned up, my lungs constricted slightly.
This cologne is going to make me have asthma attack.
I quickly pushed him way sat down before he could fins another reason to embrace me.
"Who's your friend?", Desirée asked cutting straight to the chase. He stepped forward and introduced himself.
"I'm Chris", his voice was really deep.
Dude must have hit puberty repeatedly.
As if Desirée read my mind she asked how many times he hit puberty.
When he came by he stood awakwardly while Ethan hugged us all. But under Desirée weird questions caused his nervousness to vanish. Everyone laughed when she moved his deep voice.
"Can y'all pull up chairs?", I asked them. They both were standing over our head making fight the urge to punch on of them in the stomach.
"Yeah. I don't like tall people", Nadia agreed waved them away from her. I didn't point out the short guy standing behind her.
Ethan glanced down his watch in confusion. He wrote letters or numbers in the air.
"Yeah,Chris. We gotta go the bus is on the way here".
Chris nodded as he shouldered his bookbags onto his shoulders.
"Bye", Desirée and Nadia said in unsion. The boys waved back before turning away. I pulled out stick of gum a shoved it into my mouth. I handed Desirée before she could ask.
"Bye, Shy".
My heart stopped for a split second before regaining it earlier pace.
"Bye, Chris".
He called me by my secert nickname for myself. Nobody ever called me that before. Not even my best friend.
"Ohh...Shy. As in Shyanne", Desirée said laughing. I absentmindly laughed along.
Shy...