He was leaning in! He place on hand on my cheek and… The stupid Bell rang. THE MOTHER FUCKING BELL JUST HAD TO RING NOW!

He stopped. "I'm sorry." He says. I will never get another chance now. "It's ok." I said. I hate my life. "Come on were going to be late."

I grabbed him by the arm and helped him up. He put an arm around my shoulder, and we walked to math class, not forgetting our backpacks.

After class, Greyson tells me to meet him at the field.

"Greyson, I'll be walking home with you. You don't need to ask!" I say, for the millionth time-today.

I have the urge to kiss his cheek, all day, now.

Well, after school, he took me straight to the field. As we love to say as, the park.

He held my hand and said, "What if I said I had another crush?"

I give him the are-you-kidding-me? Look.

"I know! I know, but will you support me, even if it were, let's say…you?" he says.

Well Duh I would. "Of course I would." I say.

"Good." He says, sitting down. "Remember when we were 9, we kissed under the stairs?"

"Yeah…" I'm excited as to where this is going….

"And we said we would never try it again? Unless we one day, wanted to?" I nodded my head.

He leaned forward, from right next to me and said, "Today is the day."

He grabbed my cheek, and kissed me. A long 5 seconds worth, I felt like butterflies were scattering inside my stomach. I pull away, smile, put my arm around his neck, and kiss him again.

Then I woke up.

It was a dream?

It was all my imagination. Greyson would never kiss me, especially not like that. That made me so frustrated.

Greyson Never took me to the field. We went straight to his house, and ate left over pizza, again. No, he didn't kiss me? Okay, that officially pissed me off, but it was all a dream. I felt like screaming into my fucking pillow!

I was mortified at myself, until I heard Greyson knock at my window. He was damn lucky my brother was the only one home.

Yes, my brother, Tommy. He's a sixteen year old boy who specializes in pissing me off.

Anyways, I lifted up the window, and he sat down on the window seal. "What are you doing here? It's three in the morning." I say, switching on my lamp.

"I couldn't sleep." He says.

I looked down. "Me neither."

"Can I try something?" he says. I don't expect him to kiss me anymore, but part of me still has hoped that if he does, I won't be dreaming.

"Go ahead, I won't stop you." I reply. "As long as you're not going to date that bitch of a Trina. He smiled a little.

He looks almost, depressed. Of course, his girlfriend is cheating on him; I don't expect him to be jumping for joy. He looks me in the eyes, my gaze locked on his. "Close your eyes." He says, more confident than when he gave me a beaded bracelet. It was as if all of the muscles in his were relaxed, because I saw them tense up again, before my eyes could shut.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but I felt his breath on my ace, and his hand between my loose strands of hair and my cheek. He kissed my cheek. He then said, "I just wanted to try."

I was dissapointed. He really did think of me as just a friend. Nothing more than BFFs. Honestly, it hurt. It shot me in the heart, and I was slowly dying inside. I wonder if he can see my pain, from the outside. because I was bleeding on the inside.