"We are not friends, okay," I said, turning around and walking away. I knew he was still following me for I could still hear the noisy clicking of his shoes against the ground. I knew he was doing it on purpose - to piss me off. "Stop following me."
"We are friends."
"We aren't."
"We are friends unless..." he paused, making me stop from my tracks. I turned to him with an eyebrow raised and urged him to continue his statement.
"Unless?" I asked.
"We are friends," he said, pausing to smile before adding, "unless you want us to be more than that."
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