12. Insanity
He sored up into the sky, through the clouds, all the way up, until he could see only blue sky and a fluffy whiteness below. The giddy feeling had passed, the strange elation coming from the adrenaline rush he had felt when they had managed to catch the ghost rats together, working as a team, synchronizing their movements, tossing the thermos at each other whenever they needed it.
She had been awesome, using the miniaturized wrist ecto guns, jumping and back flipping, blasting the small, but unexpectedly dangerous furry green animals. By themselves, they were pretty harmless. In a pack...
He'd been almost overrun twice, and she had saved him both times, yelling at him to duck while she swung the Fenton anti creep stick. And they'd caught them all, just the two of them, and when the last ones were sucked into the thermos, they had just stood there, in the middle of the empty park, panting, grinning at each other. And it had been then that it had struck him. He loved her.
That in itself wasn't so bad. He'd known he had a crush on her for a long time now, ever since they'd started freshman year, almost three years ago. But she was his friend, and he'd never acted on it, and denial had become a habit. But at that moment, when he had gazed into her purple eyes, noticing the excited smile on her face, he'd realized it had become something more. And in the adrenaline rush, he'd said it.
She had stared at him, eyes going wide, jaw dropping, and he had known he'd made a mistake. Without waiting for her reaction, he'd taken off, going high up in the sky, knowing he'd ruined everything. He must have been insane.