We had been talking about boys for about a half an hour and I was still debating if I should tell them about my year long Ryder super crush. I usually don't talk about guys I like in our full group, because sometimes we have some spoilers. Usually it's Lea. I'm not complaining about it, it's just a thing that keeps me from really telling my secrets. And I'm not going to act like I'm perfect and haven't told anyone's secrets, because I have told a few, but the people I tell are usually just Trish, Meg, and Chlo. When Lea tells people, she makes sure that half our grade knows.
Lea is friends with some of the boys at our school. Half of those boys are friends with the semi-popular boys, and all the semi-popular boys are friends with all the semi-popular girls. About three fourths of the semi-popular girls are friends with the fully popular girls. And those popular girls cannot keep a single secret. Confusing, I know.
That is the exact reason why I keep my mouth shut usually. But Lea isn't here. Then I got my perfect window of opportunity.
"I don't understand how you don't have a crush Bri." Meg said looking at me.
"Actually," I began, "I do have a crush. A super duper major crush! I've had a crush on him for about a year in fact."
I looked around, everyone was stunned.
"A year? But you've had a bunch of crushes over this last year." Chloe states still in shock.
"Those were fake. I just made them up so you wouldn't find out that I like..." I paused. Was I really gonna say it? Luckily I had a little longer to think.
"Why didn't you want us to know?" Trish asked calmly.
"It's not that I didn't want you guys to know, because I did want you guys to know."I said putting the emphasis on you hoping they'd get my point.
"Well, now you can just tell us." Trish stated motioning toward the three of them.
It was in that moment that I realized how close us four were. How I'd let a secret crush get in the way of our friendship. I felt really stupid.
"Okay. I mean, it's not like he'd ever like me back. A guy like him wouldn't ever even talk to me really. He could have any girl he wanted, so..." I was cut odd of my rambling.
"Who?!" Meg always got excited over boy talk.
"Ryder Paisley." I said quickly waiting for everyone to gasp.
I looked around. Nobody was gasping. They all had a straight face on.
"You like Ryder?" Trish asked with a straight face.
"I know, it's stupid, I just..." I was cut off again.
"Ryder likes you Bri." Meg said as a little smile peeked across everyone's faces.
I just sat there stunned. Was this a joke? Ryder would never like me. This is a cruel joke!
"That's not funny! That's a cruel joke!" I said on the verge of tears. How could my friends joke about something like this?
"It's not a joke!" Chloe assured.
"Practically the whole school knows he likes you!" Meg stated as if I should've known too.
"I must be blind then, because I never knew." I said matter of factly.
"He was going to ask you out last week, but he was too nervous. He thought you didn't like him since you never talked to him." Meg stated as if she knew everything about Ryder.
"He never talks to me either though. I don't get it." I said clearly trying to wrap my brain around this.
"Because he's nervous Bri!" He's tried sometimes when you ask him things like 'what time is it' or 'can I borrow a pencil.' He tries to start conversations with you, but he says you always seem busy." Trish states.
"He's nervous to talk to me?" I begin to ask. "But he's Ryder Paisley, athletic star and one of the most popular guys in school. He's had like four other girlfriends, one being Cass. He was pretty chill with those girls and talked to them a lot."
"I don't what else to tell you Bri. That's the truth though. Ryder even broke up with Cass because he started having feeling for you." Meg stated seeing my confusion still bubbling.
"How does a guy just start having feelings for me? He never even talked to me!" I practically screamed at them.
"Remember the football game we went to earlier in the year?" Chloe, who hadn't really been saying much, finally spoke up.
The football game. How did I forget?!