Best Friends

Friends

Jake flipped through the math just as Alex put her bag on the table. "Hey, J." She said to him formally. Jake closed the book with a bookmark and asked her, gaping at her warm eyes, "To what do I owe this pleasure to?" Equations had wrangled his brain to shreds. "Legal education age?" Alex joked, although, it was the reason of strapping her to a seat all day long for boring subjects. "So how's life, my 16ager?" Jake asked her mockingly. What a friendly bunch, not. Alex looked at him blankly and replied, "x=2." Both soon laughed and the best Monday began as usual with her...

Jake and Alex were best friends from first grade. From vomiting on a Science lesson to winning a sports game, she knew him well. From drawing to elite fashion-pink bags, he knew her well. If Jake was absent, Alex would text him. If Alex was absent, Jake would throw a dart at her on a dartboard. No, just kidding, he would text her, too, although it might seem effeminate for Jake to text. Soon, their "fun" Monday started with boring Math as Alex butted in funny comments about the topics and the teacher, though rude.

It was PE next and Alex sighed heavily as she walked out the class, not even feeling a shred of contriteness for the comments she shot at the teacher with Jake. "Finally, PE!" She gasped into the air. So basically, x=2... OK, maybe you should learn that sometime else in your math class. So basically, Jake and Alex were the best friends ever. Despite their gender differences, they both knew what was up always. But maybe this was the time things got tougher for them. Boyfriends and girlfriends, things like that. But Jake didn't know if he was ready ditching his BFF for his girlfriend, hmmm.

We'll just have to see how things for the first term of tenth grade.
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Thank you to all who've read. Best friends are a gem if you have them, trust me, I know. They hold you back from falling. They grasp the tears away from your eyes. In truth, they're just the people they want you to be. But when you're pressured into a romanticized relationship by peer pressure, that's when things get on hell-time. Comment, subscribe, like!