The End

Chapter 3

The football game is tonight, and Ross won't shut up about it. He's asked me if I'm going every day, and I'm starting to get convinced to say no if he asks again just to see what he does. Him and I have become better friends as the week has gone on, and I'm pretty sure that's all we'll ever be because we only ever see each other during first period.

Him walking to class with me seemed to be just a one time thing because he hasn't done it since the first time. Not that I want it to be a multiple time thing. Him and I may be friends, but we are starting to run out of things to talk about, and both of us are starting to notice how awkward it's getting.

I begin to walk to English class, alone. As I get closer to the stairs, there's a huge group of people standing right in front of them. There's no way I would be able to get through without verbally interacting with them, which is something I don't want to do.

"Excuse me," I mumble as I push through them.

"Oh hey, I was just coming to your locker." Someone says. I look up and see Ross standing at the bottom of the stairs.

I push through the group but trip over someone's foot. I fall forward, but I feel Ross' hands grab hold of my arms.

I straighten myself out and my body is pressed against his. I look up at him and pull my arms from his grip.

"Thanks," I say as I put my hands in my pockets.

He smiles.

"Excuse me," someone says as they come up behind me.

"Oh, sorry." I say as I take a step forward for them to get by. "Oh, sorry." I say as I look back up and see that I have pressed myself against Ross again.

I look up at him, and we make intense eye contact. It gets awkward, but he breaks the silence.

"Let's get to class." He says,

"Good job about remembering to get to class on time." I say as I lightly nudge him with my elbow.

"Thanks," he says as he starts up the stairs.

I follow behind him.

"So you're going to the game, right?" He asks.

"I don't really have much of a choice at this point, do I?" I ask, abandoning the idea of messing with him.

"I'm afraid not." He says with a smirk. "Don't worry, it'll be fun."

"Well, you guys better win."

"You're doubting that we won't?" He asks, sounding offended.

"No, I'm just making sure that you will."

"We will." He says.

"Well aren't you confident?" I ask.

"It's good to have confidence." He says.

"I'm not saying it's not." I say. "Oh, and you better be careful."

"I will be. We don't deliberately try to hurt each other." He says.

"Good,"

"I'm really glad you're coming by the way." He says.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, I always like having my friends there." He says.

And there it is. I have now officially been friend zoned by Ross Micheals. But, it's not like I wanted anything to happen. Nothing could happen between us anyway, so I'd better be thankful that I've gotten this far.