Just Friends.

Meaning Of Friends

The next morning as I woke up to buzzing I checked my phone and all I saw was his name.
"Where were you?"
"Last night sucked."
"I was lonely."
"Some chick tried to kiss me."
Why did he care? For all were just friends nothing more. Is he trying to make me jealous or just caring like a good friend would. After I washed my face and went to the bathroom I replied.
" Oh, sorry. I was sick and I couldn't come. Did you know the chick?"
Right as I sent that message the door bell rung. My mom got it as I climbed downstairs. At the bottom I stood frozen as ice, looking in front staring at Jake. Going upstairs he followed me and opened my room door.
"Kate, we need to talk about this chick."
Instantly I knew what this is about. He told me all about how he doesn't want me self harming, or being suicidal. What the heck? What hurts the most is he'd think I would do that. I told him I need a break, and told him to leave.

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I thought all this over again and again. I was stressing so much about this almost all my hair fell out. I decided to call him. Its hard being mad at someone that you need help from. Everything I thought about him I told him, and hoped he wouldn't be mad for telling him to leave. In fact he told me its all good, and he would take me to The Zone. This time I put no makeup on ,and didn't try to impress him. We did the usual , he picked me up and then hugged me. However, as we walked in, and sat down his hand intertwined with mine.
There was no time to look up, but as I did he smiled.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, smiling.
He knew how much he meant to me, and as soon as I thought things would get more intense they didn't.
For the rest of night till the dance special we didn't say a word to each other. Everyone is probably wondering why he didn't talk to me well he found this other girl. She looked like she could be barbies sister. Long blonde hair, brown eyes, very short and had a huge thigh gap. Now she was flawless, but I got scared. What if she ruins my chance with him? Well my "chance" you know what I mean.

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I asked him all about her, but all he did was watch her every move. I didn't understand how he liked her, but not me. He barley knew the girl, she could be a rapist for all he knows. Back to my main point, at the dance special he saw me in a corner crying. This was the point I broke down in public, and he asked if I wanted him to stop. I didn't want to answer to him because I could say something wrong. Everything went wrong, and I don't get why I try anymore.