I ran off to class as quickly as I could. If I had anymore time with Suzie, I would be in a trivia game! She'd keep asking me questions about how I dated Moze, and if I still liked her. But I'm Ned Bigby! I survive everything, in every grade! You know, as best as I can.

Moze and me always get in stupid little fights and battles. Like the school play, and the sneakers. But, it's all okay now, right? It's just this time, being her boyfriend and best friend, it was a little harsher on me. I wonder if it was like that for her. I called her an idiot and blech... It was a horrible fight.

Why did I ask her, 'Then why am I your boyfriend?' Now I feel stupid! I'm the one that caused us to break up! This is all my fault! I could've been skipping away with Moze, her holding my hand.

Now we're just stupid friends again!

"Mr. Bigby," My English teacher, Mr. Hemm said, "Please sit down, you're the only one standing. I believe you do have a seat."

"Uh... Right," I bit my lip, "Sorry, Mr. Hemm."

I quickly speed-walked to my seat. I didn't like getting bad attention in classes. It makes me more embarrassed than the time I farted in front of Suzie.

Ugh... Why did I just think of Suzie? She's so pretty with her hair, and her eyes... EYES! Moze! Moze's big, beautiful brown eyes. Not to mention her long, brown hair! Oh, shut up, Ned!

Ehm... Sorry about that. I'm normal again.

Moze and Suzie aren't in English with me. But, I have next period with Moze! But not Suzie... Good. Both in the class, and I'll look like a total idiot! And, if I talked to Moze, Suzie'd get all mad and stuff.

I'd rather just keep it simple.

"MR. BIGBY!" Mr. Hett yelled, "This is the third time I've asked you for the answer to the question on the board! C'mon, Bigby! What is keeping you like this? You're daydreaming in my English class! We're supposed to be focusing, Ned! Would you like to share what you were daydreaming about to the whole class? Oh, was it your girlfriend?"

I hate it when Mr. Hett makes fun of me! The whole class DOES laugh at me!

And then, right on time, the class laughs at me! I wish I was still in middle school! I'd rather be caught in the middle of Crubbs and Sweeney! That's how bad I felt right now!

"No!" I protested, "I_ "

I had nothing to say. That was the truth. But I could've at least lied about it! I feel even MORE stupid now! Now the whole class knows that I keep thinking about them... I bet they all still think I like Moze.

Mr. Hett made a joke off of me liking Moze a week ago. I'm so glad she's not in English. Mr. Hett hates me more than Sweeney does!

You know, now that I think about it, Mr. Sweeney didn't exactly always hate me. Sometimes he was kind of nice and playful with his students. He's not half bad! (Maybe)

"Alright, since you must feel like an idiot right now, Mr. Bigby," Mr. Hett said, "I'll skip you for the question. Janice, please answer what Ned was supposed to."

"Yes, Mr. Hett," Janice began.

And then I didn't even listen to what stupid Janice had to say. I waited for that bell to ring. After another whole 35 minutes of boredom in Mr. Hett's classroom, I began to race out.

"Wait!" Mr. Hett stopped me, "Come in here, Mr. Bigby."

"What?" I asked.

"You know, as a teacher, I am supposed to respect my students, too," Mr. Hett replied, "And I'm very sorry for the way I made fun of you. Sometimes I like to pull a joke or two in class."

"Okay..." I sighed, "It was no problem. Bye, Mr. Hett."

"Hold it!" Mr. Hett stopped me, once again.

"What now?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"That's not all I had to say, Ned," Mr. Hett replied, "I would actually like to know if you're having any problems. At the beginning of the schoolyear you were focusing and doing very well. What's got in to you, Ned? Is something bothering you now?"

I needed to talk this out to someone.

"Y-you know..." I bit my lip, "I broke up with Moze last year... But I still like her_ a lot. She's my best friend, Mr. Hett! And I like her, as more than a friend. But I also like Suzie Crabgrass... I don't know what to do."

"Ned, Ned, Ned. Do you just like Suzie for how pretty she is? Or do you like her for WHO she is?" Mr. Hett asked, "But, from what you've explained about Moze, you seem to like her for both. Is that the same way for Suzie? Petty and cries a lot? Girly and all? Is that what you want? Well, it's up to you, Ned. Choose whoever you like best in your heart! Not your mind."

"Thanks, Mr. Hett," I smiled, "I never knew you were like this."

Mr. Hett smiled back at me as I exited the English classroom. I seriously never knew Mr. Hett was that kind of person!