Treehouse

Felicia

I internally groan. Lucas always makes it weird. I can't even be proper friends with him for the last months of school because he was intent on "not being seen with a girl", but then again he wanted to be seen with this one girl. All his playground buddies would apparently "get the wrong idea". Lucas had always been such a sweet, caring friend who didn't care what anyone else thought. But now he'd been transformed into a different person, and it was all her fault. I mean it's not like I'm jealous or anything; I don't like him in that way. At least I don't think I do. But the problem with her was that the whole romance thing was tearing us apart. And if he never liked her, this wouldn't be a problem.

With that out of the way I can't believe he thinks I belong in a snotty school with self centered strangers. He is so hard to read sometimes. I can never figure out his opinion of me, and I've been trying to for a while now. He keeps looking at me strangely, like I am some fascinating endangered species. Like I am the Rubix Cube he's trying to figure out. Sometimes I actually obsessed about it. Was it my hair? My clothes? Had my personality changed? Or was it just Lucas himself, being, you know, typical Lucas?

Lucas looks down at his hands. "I don't like her Felly, she just-" He inhales sharply. "I dunno."

I blow my bangs out of my face, exhaustedly. "Do you ever?"

It seems he doesn't have an answer to that. The silence stretches on, along with

"It's just-she's just..."

"...better." My tone is hollow, a cauldron of emotions brewing inside of me. "You're choosing me...over her. So this whole friendship...it was...not good enough?"