It's just a phase.

"I think I'm in love with you." I had to refrain myself from spitting my ice cold drink in his face. His eyebrows scrunched up and he gave me a confused glance. "What's so funny?" "That's absolutely ridiculous." He stared at me some more and opened his mouth to speak, but I put my hand up to stop him. "Its ridiculous because I'm asexual. I don't have sexual feelings for others." I expected him to throw a fit and cause me to cower in embarrassment, but instead he smirked. "That doesn't mean you can't be emotionally attracted to someone." As soon as he spoke, I knew he already knew about my sexuality. And I was trapped.