My best friend likes this guy called James. I had started hating him because he accidentally hit her really hard in a play fight. At the end of that week we find out that he likes me, and she is so sad that I feel guilty for not doing anything, but for just being there. I assured her that I still hate his guts, although I'm not so sure now...
Since she still likes him, never the less, I have to watch him play sports with her, I have to hang out at the cafeteria with her and James. And the more I see him, the more I begin to like him.
I just want to STOP seeing him. It's the wrong thing to do. And I'M NOT GONNA DO IT.