Your life is going pretty well right now.

You are dating one of the hottest guys in eighth grade, you're one of the prettiest girls in your grade, you have amazing friends-

Well, it was going pretty good.

You were at a party, your boyfriend, Andy's, arm wrapped around your waist, while you converse with your friends, Nikki, Tara, and Lydia.

You were sitting down in the patio area, and Lydia was getting a little too close to Andy.

Andy, of course, kept on moving away awkwardly, while she kept on inching closer, and eventually, he had enough,

"Lydia- what are you doing?"

He asked, causing the group to go silent, and look at him and Lydia.