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So time for the story of when someone first asked me out

So one day, one of my best friends and I were playing a game in math class. We were having fun, and he had a few friends join us. It was the last day of school before winter break, so we were all hyped.

The day went by, and we were in every single class together. We kept playing games behind the teachers' backs, because it was our last day. Who cared? It was a nice day to relax, even if we weren't supposed to.

Finally, it came time for our last class, ELA. We were going to have a reading party, where we could eat foods we normally weren't supposed to in class and read a book anywhere we wanted, as long as we were silent. It was all going good, and we had found a spot with a few other kids where we could talk quietly without the teacher knowing. We got settled, and before everything started, he asked me if we could talk after class.

I didn't know how, but the way he said it, I felt like something was I. My gut felt weird, like I was nervous for some reason. I brushed that aside and agreed to talk once it was time for dismissal. But all throughout the party, I couldn't focus on my book. All I could think about was what he wanted to talk about. And somehow, I just knew. But I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe myself.

When everything was done, we walked out of class and headed for the car riders. I had basketball, so I would be staying at school. I had butterflies in my stomach. And when I heard him start, I knew I was right. He told me he had feelings for me, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was so confused on how to respond. First of all, nobody had ever really LIKED me liked me. I thought it was impossible for someone to. Second, I wasn't looking for that. And it broke my heart with just the thought of having to tell him that.

I was afraid what would happen to our friendship. But I felt like I had no choice. I told him that it wasn't him, it was me. That I wasn't really into that stuff. It hurt to see his face fall when I said that. I told him that I was running late for basketball, and that we could talk later. I couldn't keep my head in the game all night. When my mom came to pick me up, I cried in the car. I felt like I had done something wrong.

We didn't talk for a week after that. It was awkward. But one day, when I was sitting under a tree at car rider, he came over. Me and my friends call the tree my "depression tree" because I would just sit there being depressed. He took out his phone and opened a game we liked to play. I smiled. We were mending everything over. Things haven't been quite the same, but we're still friends.

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