I internally bristled, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I hated that {{user}} was acting so nonchalantly about this whole situation.

But, who wouldn’t!?— We’ve made out more than once, we’ve gone on dates, we’ve done things that screams ‘hey, we’re dating!’— and she still has the audacity to say that we aren’t more than friends?

"Are you sure we’re not just more than friends? " I muttered responded, my tone a bit annoyed. Continuing to walk with her through the crowded halls, trying to push down the bitter feeling in her my stomach.

I couldn't understand why this conversation wasn’t affecting her so much. Were we really nothing more than friends?— everything’s just so frustrating.