Is this love...something real?

I met him again? This has to be a mind game...

I was eager to meet him again so I went to the next basketball game, with a few friends. Wait he is here how what? Is this even real right now? I questioned myself. My friends sat down with me and him with some of his friends. They ignored us and we started talking. Before I knew it my friends were gone. I was scared I didn't know what to talk about what was I going to sa-...someone spoke? His friend? "We should all go see assassins creed!" He friends spoke. We all agreed and exchanged numbers. I was still terrified, I had his number but did he know that I liked him? Could he tell? Before I knew it my friends were not even at the game anymore they left. Well I'm screwed I thought to myself. We had fun talking and having fun, but I left out a IMPORTANT part of what made me so nervous...I cut, in my wrist. I was afraid, terrified he would walk right out of my life with only one foot in it to begin with. This time I was torn, between wanting the game to end to wanting it to go longer. -BUZZ- that was the final bell...it was over. As usual I hoped to see him again, but would I? The question still played over in my head.