"Now what is up, James?" I queried.
"I've had really feelings for you, Beatrice, but it used to be you and nobody else from the start; I know you would not really understand me, but trust me, I'm completely honest; I never knew how or where to face you and tell us all without being terrified of your rejection."
"Yeah, Bea," I said, perplexed. "It gets to the point when Mom and Grandma Carly found out, and Mom forced me to tell you about it when we were still in middle school," she says. "It was about that time that Kurt kept hitting on you, and I developed a tiny feeling of resentment toward you, and I sought to get you out of my consciousness."
I tried my hardest, but every time I saw you pulling love letters and cards from your locker, I became even more enamored and envious. I was he
