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confrontation

"Hated by many, wanted by plenty, disliked by some, confronted by none."

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PE went by in a blur.

Ava didn't say a word to me, nor did she even look at Justin. Now that I know her mindframe and how she perceives things to be, the animosity I always seem to feel coming from her whenever Justin is near finally makes sense. I still remember the words that Justin said to me, all those months ago, just after meeting Ava for the first time.

I don't think Ava likes me very much.

It's because she didn't, she doesn't. It probably took everything in her to be cordial with him, even as she saw our own friendship slipping away. I consider Justin a lot of things, and unlikable is definitely not one of them - but I can definitely understand how his personable nature can lead someone to a covetous disliking. So now that we're fighting, Ava has no reason to be fake with him anymore. She can kill two birds with one stone and ignore us both.

Justin was confused - and pretty concerned - at first, but I made sure to catch him up to speed. That just made him even more concerned; he couldn't have possibly known that Ava was jealous of him, and he certainly didn't want Ava to feel the way she did. Nonetheless, he made sure to keep his distance, as not to pop anything off with the girl in her volatile state.

I'm going to be completely honest . . . I didn't mind the silent treatment too much. I'd rather her ignore me than start screaming at me again, especially in front of Justin and a much larger PE class.

Besides, my mind was far too preoccupied with the events prior, where Justin and I were literally in a shower together. Shirtless. Inches - or even centimeters - away from turning a heart-to-heart into a mouth-to-mouth. All throughout the class, while doing the standard jumping-jacks and push-ups, I couldn't seem to think of anything else. Every time I even looked at him, it felt like my stomach was shrinking, like my heart was evaporating.

What even was that? I just can't wrap my head around it, no matter how hard I think. Pulling me into the shower to hide from Coach is one thing, but staying in there with me after everyone's gone? We could've easily walked out and had the exact same talk on the benches, a reasonable distance from each other. But instead, Justin decided to put up with being cramped in a public shower with me, so close that we were basically breathing the same air. And of course I wouldn't have any qualms about it.

While doing sit-ups, a very wistful thought flew into my head. Was he flirting with me?

No. Of course not. Justin Reynolds flirting with me, the absolute bottom of the barrel? No way in hell. I won't say that I'm ugly, but calling myself attractive would be a major overstatement. I still don't understand what Tamara sees in me. Not only that, but I'm far too moody, and far too awkward whenever a sexual topic comes up. Add in the crazy fact that I see colors in the air and voilà, you have the gigantic mess that is Kristopher Simmons.

But if he was flirting with me . . . I mean, I know he's not, but it's okay for me to fantasize, right? If Justin were actually flirting with me in that shower . . . Well, it's a very direct contrast to Robin's form of flirtation. While Robin has that edgy, bad-boy vibe going on, Justin is really sweet and cute and innocent in his flirting. While also managing to be just as hot as Robin, if not a hundred times moreso.

God, I'm going to end up dead by the end of this, aren't I?

But, alas, my thoughts were cut short by the sound of a whistle, a flare of yellow bursting in my face. Justin stood up, wiping his shorts of the dirt that litters the floor. His shirt stuck to his body with sweat, making hormone-induced chills run down my spine. I think it's ridiculous how much I'd give to be the one taking off his shirt, pressing my body close to his . . . and all the other miscellaneous stuff that teenage lovers do.