5. Next day
I went home that day thinking. No matter how perfect this girl was, I couldn't let her get between me and Pete. We had been best friends since I could remember, and I didn't want to throw that away because I was thinking about my other best friend differently. It was insanity.
So the next day, when I walked into class ith a new frame of mind, I started walking over to Pete to talk like usual. But I noticed that he and her were sitting unusually close, their hands together, but not side by side. It was a small thing that others weren't noticing, but I did. And that burning feeling came back, where I just wanted to go and hit Pete in his stupid face. I wanted to break his fingers and kick him while he's down. However, that wasn't the answer. Violence wasn't the answer, never was. I just had to bury that feeling and deal with it. There was nothing I could do.