I never really had a best friend that was a boy, until I met Richard. When we were younger we had been boyfriend and girlfriend but that was kid's stuff.

 Richard and I began doing all the romance stuff; walking together to class, head resting on each other's shoulderand hugging. I never thought of him in a romantic way, I just enjoyed the attention - two friends having fun together.

 One day we decided to walk off together and I happened to glance back at his friends. I saw this girl's face, Andy. She looked annoyed like I had betrayed her, we had been close friends when we were younger. Rich put his hand around my waist and pulled me away. He hadn't seen Andy. Over the week I started noticing that Rich was ignoring me and that I felt jealous and annoyed when he spent time with Andy, so I cold shouldered him.

 Monday afternoon I walked into an abbondened classroom only to stop short at the door. Inside were Andy and Rich kissing. I saw the way his lips brushed her's softly and the way their faces fitted together perfectly. At that point I realised I loved him too but he clearly didn't love me! He looked up at just the right time to see somone fleeing from the doorway. He ran out and heard a sob...... he knew it was me.