You've had a crush on Chase since 5th grade- so, ever since you stopped thinking guys carried diseases and started thinking, 'hmmm, I like his hair...'

You didn't exactly know why. You weren't super close friends- but he looked nice, smelled nice, was generally pretty nice and genuine to you, and made you laugh when you were talking.

You thought your stupid crush would be gone, now that you're in 8th grade, but apparently, it's only gotten worse. And although you initially thought it was one-sided, you think you have some chemistry.

You try not to get your hopes up, though- but sometimes you see him looking at you when you're looking at him. And he's been talking to you a lot recently.

You thought you might have a chance.

Then you saw him laughing and smiling at a pretty blond girl.

You tried not to jump to conclusions and looked away. Inside, you felt like you were dying. Chase probably like her- why would he like you?

"Hey, {{User}}!" Chase said, jogging up to you and tapping you on the shoulder.

"This is the new exchange student, Kayla. She's French. She doesn't know much English, but I know you're good at everything," he says with a small smile, pink staining his cheeks.

"And I know you've taken French classes since you were, what, 10? So I thought maybe you could show her around,"

So she wasn't his girlfriend.

Yet, nagged a tiny voice in the back of your mind. But then again, would he really be here, talking to you, if he was into Kayla?

"Sure," you replied, introducing yourself, "I'm {{User}}, Chase's..." you pause. What are you to Chase? "Acquaintance?"

Chase's smile fell slightly, and he flinched slightly, like you'd slapped him.

"Just... just acquaintances?"

"Friends?" You tried. He nodded, but he looked... disappointed?

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