November 7, 2012: B
"Dude," my friend Ratchet laughed, clapping me on the back as we headed down the hall. Our last period classes were across the hall from each other's, so we had made kind of a habit of walking together. We were discussing the happenings of English class, and apparently, my "cluelessness" amused him. "You stare at her all through lunch. Everyone with a brain knows you dig her."
I blinked. "Not all through lunch," I grumbled, even though it was kind of true.
God.
I'm such a stalker.
Ratchet sighed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "Man, fess up already," he told me. "You dig Max."
I shook my head, turning towards my classroom. "No, I just think she's…different," I muttered, and he laughed so hard I was surprised it didn't hurt. I glared at him, and he put his hands up in defense.
"Fang, only a guy who likes a girl thinks she's 'different.' Just ask her out already, okay?"
I won't, I thought, walking into the classroom. Because I don't like her.
:3 DENIAL!
~Anna Ride