Friend Zone

Friend Zone:friend zone refers to a platonic relationship wherein one person wishes to enter into a romantic or sexual relationship, while the other does not.

Basically describing my lovelife.

I shut my locker harder than normal and glared at the person next to me. Today was so not the day to piss me off.

"Whats up Elina?"I turned around, and standing in front of me was the cause of my unhappieness.

"Do you still think you can help me with you-know-what today?"I rolled my eyes, I knew exactly what he was talking about. Adam wanted to figure out how to ask out this one girl....I totally forgot her name..it rhymes with bitch and ends with slut....Oh yeah, its Jillian.

" How could I forget? You called me at three in the morning just to make sure I remembered."

Adams pretty much the stereotype-jock guy. He always got the hot girls with the blonde hair, big boobs and personality's of barbie dolls. On the outside, he seemed like the kind of guy always trying to score, but I've known him long enough to know hes actually  not too bad.

Adam put a hand around his neck,"Yeah..sorry bout that..I know your not a morning person..."

If he knew I'm not a morning person, then why the hell would he call me at three in the morning? I almost drove to his house to stuff a shoe down his throat. He must really like this girl if he's willing to risk his life.

"Anyways,"he continued,"do you have the roses?"

Yeah I actually did but they were in my locker. And there was no way in hell I was gonna go through the pain of having to open it up again just for some flowers and for some blonde bimbo. Not in this mood. No thank you.

"Damn! I think I forgot them at my house!" I thought of some quick lie...,"ummm you know what? Now that I think about it....I think Jillian doesn't even like roses....she doesn't seem like the type of girl."

Eeehhhhh she probably was. Oh well.

"Oh.......ok? You sure?" I quickly nodded even though I was about to burst out laughing. Guess I'll just keep the flowers to myself..

"Plan B?"Adam asks.

Plan B? What's Plan B?

"Uuuhhhhh....sure...why not? Maybe you should try something different this time." And hopefully this time it won't work, and then you'll end up with me?

Just then the minute bell rang and I ran to my next class before Adam could say anything. I glared at the back of Jillians head discreetly when I sat down, regretting I even chose to sit there.

"You alright?" Lacey asked me,"You look like your eyes twitching again."

This time I rolled my eyes at my bestfriend and continued my glare at Jillian, even when the teacher called out my name and I had to shout,"Here!"

The next period goes by fast, but I wish I had stayed home when I see Adam standing next to Jillian.

Dear lord how much longer am I gonna have to watch this? Just then I see some guy walk into the classroom and my jaw drops. This guy had to be a model. He looked like he just walked off of a Abercrombie advertisement. I had to be dreaming. There was no way this guy was real.

Oh dear lord please tell me he's not gonna sit by me.

But he did. He sat right in Adam's seat, and I nearly died.

Get a grip on yourself  I told myself. It's not like he even said anything to you. Or even look-screw that because he's looking at me right now and is about to say something.

"Hey."Seriously all he said was 'hey' and his voice sounds like an angels. I smile at him, tilt my head a little bit and reply,"You new here?" He nods  and smiles. Awwww he has a dimple like me!!

I literally had to grow a pair of lady balls just to ask,"Where you from?" I didn't want to know his name at the moment, I wanted to know where all of the guys like him came from. That way I could take an early spring break and vacation there.

"I'm from Tennesse."

'Cause your the only ten I see I thought to myself.

Yeah. I'm that dumb.

Time to get back on track. I didn't want to seem too...annoying though so I said flippantly,"Oh...that's cool...,"but I definently didn't want to seem like I didn't care so I switched to a different tactic,"can I see your schedule?"

He passed me his half crumpled schedule and I squinted my eyes to read it.

First Period: Advanced English Mr.Spinoki Nope I don't have that class with him

Second Period: P.E Mr.Smith No once again, I had P.E for fifth

Third Period: Art Mrs.Johan Wait a minute...I have that class...why didn't I see him before?

Fourth Period...that's this class...

Fifth...no we don't 

sixth, and seventh I had with him.

Since when did I get so lucky?