We were in seventh grade and it was the second day of the second quarter at freedom junior, Where we all went to school. In science class I had become close friends with Kayla and that was the day we got new seats. I liked Aj and Kayla knew. Mrs. Donner had moved me and Aj right next to each other to be partners and Kayla was the table across from us. Aj definitely knew I liked him too because he never talked to me like he did when he sat in front of me when he wasn't my partner. I helped Kayla with her problems and tried to get Aj's attention. Never worked. Three weeks and still nothing. I made a move. Mrs. Donner was talking and he had skittles in his pocket that he would slyly pull out one by one every second he had. I looked at him and said, "Aiden. You don't need the drugs". I thought I was so funny because we were immature and bonded over dirty jokes and pretending we were bad but never made mistakes. We had become friends and talked every day. On the way to science. In math class. In first period info tech. He was one of my best friends and I couldn't have asked for more. It had been so long since he had found out about my feelings that he must've thought they were gone. I told him they were gone. They weren't. Him and Kayla had become friends too. I was jealous of course. I tried to talk to him more, text him more, see him more than she did. They ended up liking each other by the end of the school year and "dated" for a couple of days. I had kept my feelings and thoughts to myself and had to help him get Kayla. It worked. I give good advice. They had each other. I ended up talking to him more when they were together than when they were apart. And I went right back to liking him. It sucked. My best friends dating. Even if it was the shortest and worst relationship I had ever seen, it still happened. It's alright though that was three years ago. Aj and I are still friends but him and Kayla started talking again after a summer of not, and its fine. I guess.
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This Town Of Ours
Подростковая литератураSix people. A spur-of-the-moment trip. An old friend. Coffee shops. Decorative pillows. New york. Three relationships. Two nights. One death. Six people.