- I stayed silent as Maria stumbled over her words, feeling bad for reacting so badly. I made everything just so much worse. Why couldn't I be some smooth guy that can handle things like this? I wish I could have just said "Yeah, I like you, too. I've wanted to be more than friends for a while" but no. Nope, I had to go and be all awkward about it and act like I was going to pass out or something. I put my head on the table, completely embarrassed, until James came over. Like a jerk, he acted as if I was deaf and couldn't hear. I looked up and glared at him. I already didn't like this guy. "Of course I'm not creeping out my girlfriend, you dolt," I said without thinking, then stopping and doing a recap of what I just said. I called Maria my girlfriend. I got visibly irritated at a stranger, who happened to be Maria's friend and dance partner as well as someone her mother liked. I also called the guy a dolt. Oops. Anger and embarrassment aren't a good combination. "Can't you see you're bothering her? Get back to work and mind your own business," I snapped rudely, not meaning to come off that way, but glad that I sounded more confident than I was.
I looked at Maria, hoping she wasn't mad that I stepped in and did what I did. James was her friend, after all, and I had been kind of rude. But he was bothering both of us, so what was I supposed to do? He was insistent on thinking that I was some creep even though Maria said I was a friend. So I said she was my girlfriend... Maybe it was just to get him away. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe I wanted her to be my girlfriend. What am I saying? I totally wanted her to be my girlfriend. She was my best friend, but, like she said, I was a boy. And she was a girl. I found her rather attractive. I sure hoped she felt the same about me. The redness in my face had gone, but it was returning just the slightest bit when I thought about it. I just hoped desperately that I hadn't already messed it up.

