Does he ask where it all went wrong? Well, everything went wrong the minute I fell for my best friend and had to watch him swapping saliva with a new girl every day, and getting heartbroken every day. It went wrong when he hooked up/kissed/slept with Claire Boston, my ex-bully. "I don't know!" I clear my throat and reply to him. He clicks his tongue before nodding. I nod back.
A heavy silence settled over us, thicker than the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. I notice him uncomfortably shift in his seat while I find myself awkwardly tracing the outlines of the wooden couch as unsettled eyes glance and try to avoid catching other glances. "Why?" He interrupts that awkward silence after a few minutes. I raise my brow, 'huh?'
"Why did you do it?" I straighten up, putting my wall back on. "
