My Guy Best Friend (majorediting)

Chapter 2

AMELIA

"I like these shoes, and that dress, and those boots!" Monique cried out, frustrated because she can't choose which one to buy.

"You like everything." I told my indecisive girl best friend, laughing and shaking my head at her.

"If you were in my place, you would have a very hard time, not knowing what to choose." Blah blah blah.

I really didn't get to listen to the last part of the rant because someone caught my attention.

It was Matt.

I was supposed to go to him but something, someone exactly, stopped me. It was the school diva, Jane Henderson. When Jane came to Matt, he instantly wrapped his arms around her.

Matt's with Jane now?!

"Hello? Amelia? Are you there? What are you staring at?" Monique waved her hands in front of me. She looked to where I was apparently staring, but they were already gone. She gives me a confused look.

"Nothing. Let's just go home."

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"I mean, did he leave me all alone, wondering if I did something wrong, because he won't talk to me, just because of that Jane Henderson?!" I asked out loud in a frustrated voice.

Monique and I were in my room, discussing about the 'hurt' I felt when I saw Matt with Jane. It's the first time I've been 'hurt' by seeing him with another girl. I mean, he's popular, he can date anyone and I was just happy for him.

But not this time. Maybe it's because of the possibility that he won't talk to me because of Jane?

"You're thinking about it too much. He said it himself, he just said maybe he doesn't feel like it. Maybe he wanted a change?" Monique said, obviously tired of hearing the same thing from me. "It's like you like him." She suddenly added. Well that made me stop dead at my tracks.

"No way! He's just my guy best friend." I said quickly, sounding panicked.

"Whatever. I'm going to leave now. Bye." She hugged me goodbye and left me thinking about what she said over and over again.

Do I really act like I like him? No way. I wouldn't like like my guy best friend.

Maybe you do.

A tiny voice countered.

Ugh. Whatever. I do not like Matthew Brooks.

The battle in my head went on and on so I forced myself harshly to sleep.

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Upon waking up, there's always a minute wherein you just feel fresh and revived, when you're exactly in between dreamland and reality.