Its honestly impossible to believe that this could have happened. I haven't seen Nessa since the end of elementary. We were stuck together like glue back then, always bickering and play-fighting (well less play and more real, where I would rarely win).
She was your typical tomboy. Although seeing her now its almost like she has made a complete transformation, her short hairstyle and ripped jeans have been replaced by braided silky hair and an expensive skirt.
We spent the rest of lunch reminiscing about earlier days- like how at the end of elementary how she wouldn't stop crying and hugging me snot was all over me and I was disgusted- little did I know she would be moving due to her fathers knew job. Luckily he was transferred back and here we are now.
We decided to walk home together after school.
"I still can't believe it's you" I say
"Oooohh, am I too different?" she jeers. "Am I making you nervous?"
"F-fuck off!" I stutter. She laughs hysterically, she never fails to get on my nerves.
"Well don't worry." she assures me, "I can definitely still whip your ass!"
"You wish." I retort.
We spend the rest of the walk going back and forth at each other, I honestly feel like a part of me that I have been neglecting is coming back. For the most part the day was great. Yet when I get back home I feel a pang of guilt hit me.
I definitely caught myself a few times eyeing her up. It wasn't fully intentional, but I still fell like a giant asshole, I've seen it before, a girl has a friend who she has a consistent relationship with, a person she can rely on and doesn't have to tip toe around. Then he confesses her feelings to her... it only goes downhill from there she tries to salvage the relationship by rejecting him, but by then it's already fucked deep down she knows he sees her romantically.
And its very rare after someone has a romantic dejection (whether they were dating before or not) that they accept and hide their feelings. Its gone for both parties, the girl feels like the friendship is no longer permanent because nothing with a romantic nature is (well at our age definitely not) and the boy cant stomach the feeling of having to watch someone else enjoy the happiness that he cant.
Well, great job me, I have just wasted two hours over the fact I had a natural reaction as a person. If I don't get this homework the teachers may even start giving points to people to write cocks on my shirt collar.