Andrew
I hate that she leans on this guy so damn much. I get so jealous every time I hear his god-damn name. I try to ease up though. I don't want to scare her. "Yeah. Do you like him?" She scrunches her eyebrows and wrinkles her perfect little nose. "Who? Mike?" I nod. I need to know.
"Mike is my best friend. Of course, I like him, but, not as anything more than a friend," I feel relieved. "You said you were going to prom. Who are you going with?"
"My friends," I begin to question her. I need to know everything I have missed out on. I need to be caught up with her life. "What about your class schedule, and your school plays? Where can I get the schedule to that?" I ask her. "I don't have a phone anymore. I had Billy's, but it was left behind under my bed in your backpack. I had all th
