As we continued to talk, I became more comfortable with him as time passed on. Especially when we got assigned to sit with each other for a second time..
Him and I had lots of new classes together. Specifically, 4th hour English.
I couldn't believe that we would be paired up again! I mean, what are the odds right?
As the days passed, I got to meet the person behind my phone screen. The real Addy. And I really liked it. He had this personality that no one else had. Everyone else was so dry and serious. Yet, he was so bold, funny, and confident. All things I envied to be. I guess that's why I always hung around him. He was the type of person I always wanted to be around. We even made these stupid nick names in English. Addy was Haramboi and I was Yeetus. Stupid I know. But even something as a stupid nickname meant a lot.
During class, we would always joke and play around. Except, we drew lots of attention to ourselves. He seemed to light up the room and even the Teacher noticed. She would frequently stair at us and yell at him. I'm sure they were all jealous and watchful. Because of all the time we spent together, my friends began to suspect that we where a 'thing'. I would try to reassure them that Addy and I were just good friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet, even I would doubt myself.
I began to think about things. Lots of things.
Does he even like you? Want to talk to you? You're so annoying! Why are you even talking to a boy like Addy. You should just back off. You could never be good enough for someone like him.
I don't know why, but during that time, I started to bring myself down. And for no reason at all. I loved talking to him..yet something was holding me back. I just couldn't explain it.
At school, I wouldn't act myself. I was trying too hard and I hated myself for it. If only he knew that all I wanted was to be close to him. He was all I could think about during that time. I wanted to tell him that he was so great..but I could never do that. It would have totally destroyed our friendship and the way he saw me.
Little did he know that I was starting to develop something called; feelings for him. At least for a while..
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