You and Steve had been friends for a very long time. You'd have sleepovers when his parents were away on those stupid business trips, and he made sure no one bullied you. Your relationship was full of laughter and sincerity. You told each other everything.

So when senior year started and you were acting weird, Steve was suspicious. You started showing up to basketball practice to watch, and displayed a sudden interest in attending ALL of the games. You were glancing around in the halls and cafeteria in search of someone.

Billy Hargrove.

You were giving that new guy in the senior class the eyes. Steve didn't take you for the giggly crush type, but it seemed all the girls were into Billy. No matter how many fights he started (or ended).

"Alright, that's too far," he complained one Friday at lunch. You were sketching Billy in your art book. "Do you really think that douchebag is gonna like someone like you?"