DJ
I glanced down at the piece of paper in my hand and at the numbers on the house in front of me. They matched. So I came to the right place. I stared nervously at the door for a bit. I can just imagine her reaction. Just thinking about it makes the side of my face hurt. Right where she slapped me at that. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I mumbled. I used to be the big man around, a little too confident to some. Now, here I am nearly falling apart in front of the one person I really liked for so many years. Is this how other people react to their crushes? Not that I still like her or anything. Maybe it’s because I’m walking into something I have no idea about. There’s no guarantee she’ll even accept my help.
"Alright DJ," I told myself. "Get a grip. You've been to ton of girls houses
