When I arrived home, Dad wasn't home yet so I went to my room laying down on my bed and I thought about what we did. We kissed; he kissed me and I kissed him back. So, what does that mean between us? Is that just it and nothing else? Did I want something else like a relationship? I never thought of Chris that way; yes I was admiring him. He was cool, good-looking, outspoken, but did I ever want us to be more than just friends? I grabbed my pillow and buried my face into it as I blushed furiously as I recall how it felt.
“He said he likes me...” I mumbled to myself.
The next day I arrived at school, taking a seat at my desk trying to sort out my books because I accidentally brought one that I didn't need and I noticed two of the boys in my class walked over to my desk. With Chris’s warni
