I sit down next to the lockers and feel the tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Anastasia?" James says, sitting next to me, "What's wrong?"
"I've never had someone shove me before. And I planned to never get into a fight before, yet I hit him." I murmur breathing deeply.
"You were protecting yourself-"
"No I wasn't. I was protecting you. He started to talk shit about you and I flipped out." I look at James. His eyes glowing the neon green I always loved when I looked at him. His dark brown hair is tousled like he shoved his hand through his hair.
He stays silent for a moment, "Anastasia..." He takes a breath, "I need to tell you something."
I look up at him, "What's up?"
"I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, but I guess now would be good." He takes in a deep breath, "Ilikeyou."
I say, "Say that slower."
"I.... Like... You..." He says.
I stop crying and I feel my heart beat increase, "You... Like me?"
He brushes my hand and murmurs, "Yeah." He looks into my eyes and smioes, "Always have. Ever since we were kids."
