Heeey!
You know that way that Alex says it in WOWP? Well, imagine I said it like that now. (but only with very, very less beautiful voice)

Yes, I am BORED. And when I'm like that I write all that comes to my mind (believe me, there's a lot of it)

God, I better start writing the story. I guess that you're more interest in that than me blabbing here :)

Next day I started kidding with Alex about Taylor. Taylor Swift was our English teacher. Alex liked her. She never said that out loud, but hello... it was so obvious. And when she said she liked girls... Every normal person would think she was in love with Taylor.

Taylor once invited Alex to go to the movies together. Yeah, it was so strange... Although they didn't go, it was a perfect excuse for me to joke with Alex.

"You would definitely go to the love seats."

"No, we wouldn't because there aren't three of them.", she said and after she haven't heard my response, she added: "And yes, I was talking about you."

That sentence hunted me for a long, long time. What did she mean by saying that?

And I also couldn't get one more thing. If we told each other stuff like 'I would kiss you' or sometimes even something more a hundred times, why didn't she do anything like that? Yes, I understand that I could've done something, too. But she asked me do I like girls first, so she was kind of a 'male' in our relationship.

Maybe she was just messing around with me... No, I coudn't even think about that... She wouldn't do something like that. She was my best friend, I loved her and trusted her.

After that, our 'friends with benefits' relationship kinda ended. We had only few more of 'those moments'. For example, when we were fighting for some paper what very quickly became the beginning of a porn. When we both figured that, we stopped. But for me it wasn't enough. I attacked her again. She said:

"Stop! Or I'll grab your boobs. Like you would mind..."

"How can you know what would or wouldn't I mind?", I just couldn't stop. I started it again.

This time she pushed me away easily, gave me the paper and said:

"Okay, okay, here you go. I don't want you that much."

That much? God, how much I wished I knew how much she wanted me. And why have we stopped doing all that. We started getting better as friends, but I was kinda happier before because then I felt like she wanted me.

When that stopped, I started feeling like a person who she hung out with only to talk about girls and that stuff. Well, better that than nothing. I mean, after Shane, I really needed to be grateful that she even talked to me.

Maybe that was the reason I fell in love with her in the first place. Maybe I just needed to be close to the person I liked. Or maybe it was just because I was sick and tired of all the boys and I needed a girl to show me that true love really exists. That's a plan that didn't work out. S

But she was just... so special... More different that anybody else. But the prettiest part was that she enjoyed that. She would've never changed for anyone.

It's fascinanting how little thingsmade me fall in love with her even more. For example, that sick smile she had when someone mentioned something about lesbians. Or the way she was moving her hair away from her eyes.

After a while, I realized... I loved her. More than Shane. More than anything.

It's funny, actually. The fact that your world can change in a few seconds.

I was a perfectly normal girl and then I started hanging out with Alex and I fell in love with her. Then she asked me do I like girls and for a while, just for a while i thought I had a chance to be happy.

But then only one call changed everything and my happy 'Oh, my God, she likes me' world broke down to pieces.

Let me start from the beginning. It was sunday night, the end of the first schoolweek. It was allready pretty late and I was getting ready for going to bed when my cell rang. When I saw Alex's name on the screen, I instantly smiled. I answered and Alex, all cheerfully said:

"Hi, Alex! You know what's up? I'm with Taylor!"

I couldn't stand anymore. I fell down on my bed and then said:

"You're what?"

"You heard me. Hey, why aren't you happy for me?", why? Maybe because I... umm... fucking love you!

"Maybe because she's a little bit too old for you. Couldn't you find yourself someone your age?"

"For example?"

"For example ME!", of course I haven't said that. Instead I just said: "I dunno. Can you even imagine what will happen when someone finds out?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? She could lose her job. And knowing your parrents, you could lose your home."

"We will worry about that later. For now, i just wanna enjoy."

"How did it happened anyway?"

"She asked me to stay for a while after the class and then... I don't know. Things like that just happen."

"Yeah, but not between a student and a teacher!"

"I know it's weird. But in love years aren't important."

"Oh, so this is allready real love?"

"Look, I get you're against this, but you're my friend and I think you should...", I haven't heard the rest of the sentence because I hung up.

"Yeah, I'm your friend. And I'll never be something more.", I said and then screamed as loud as I could. It didn't help a bit. I just felt more angry and sad after that.

Next day when i woke up and got ready, I couldn't force myself to walk out from my house and then go to school. Why? Because we were supposed to have another english class. I knew that only the picture of Alex and Taylor in the same room will make me wanna die even more.

But I also knew I needed to go there and act all happy. And why that? Because with not supporting this relationship I could only push Alex away from me.

I was just praying it will all end soon. But there was also one more possibility: it could last forever.

Of course english was our first class that day. Although I wasn't sitting anywhere near to Alex, during the whole class I was trying to look trough the window and concentrate on something else.

But I still saw those looks Alex was giving to Taylor. She was so obvious- I could almost see all of her dirty thoughts. Tears came to my eyes when I realised she won't ever look at me even half that way.

All of you "anonymous reviewers", I beg you to stop telling shits about my or any other story here. If you don't like something, don't read it and move the fuck on.

No, it isn't the truth that I can't stand a critic. I'm just sick and tired of all the conceited people. Why don't you write your own story and then we'll all see how good that will be...

And to everybody else... I hoped you liked it. Your reviews are appriciated, of course :)