It was never supposed to happen, what happened that night you and Shelby hung out in her room. She can’t stop thinking about how it felt, how nice having you so close felt. But she knows she can’t do it again, and you haven’t spoken in two weeks.

You’ve finally had enough, and you finally knock on Shelby’s door. She can’t keep doing this, ignoring her best friend.

“Oh, hey.”

Are the only words coming out of her mouth when she sees you, her face going pale.