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Just Friends我们只是好朋友Final　class　of　the　day；　Im　almost　done.　Ive　managed　to　avoid　him　for　the　majority　of　the　day，　somehow　escaping　his　attempts　at　conversation.　Always　somewhere　to　go，　something　to　do.　Sorry，　no　time　to　chat.　If　I　can　just　stay　out　of　sight　for　the　next　fifteen　minutes，　Ill　be　home　free. Rushing　into　the　crowded　hall，　I　push　through　the　swarm　of　buzzing　students.　I　fight　against　the　flow　of　bodies，　the　warm　crush　that　threatens　to　overwhelm　me.　Desperate，　I　keep　shoving，　longing　to　reach　the　safety　and　quiet　of　my　locker.　Im　almost　there，　just　a　bit　further.　Finally　Ive　made　it，　and　hes　nowhere　in　sight. I　open　my　locker　and　lean　into　it，　sighing　with　relief，　when　I　see　him.　I　straighten　up，　hurriedly　shoving　everything　into　that　tiny　metal　box，　but　my　hands　arent　cooperating.　My　nerves　are　making　me　shake，　disconnecting　my　mind　from　the　rest　of　my　body.　I　struggle　to　remove　myself　from　the　impending　situation，　but　as　I　start　to　spring　away，　he　grabs　my　arm　and　says，　“Now　can　I　talk　to　you？” And　thats　when　my　heart　sinks.　My　stomach　starts　to　churn　and　I　know　nothing　will　be　the　same　again. Somehow　I　always　knew　it　would　come　down　to　this　moment.　A　silent　showdown　in　some　empty　hallway，　the　echo　of　slamming　lockers　long　since　faded，　but　the　shouts　of　students　still　lingering　in　the　air.　He　stares　at　me，　expectantly，　awaiting　an　answer.　I　look　at　my　feet，　purposely　not　listening，　not　looking　at　him.　I　dont　want　to　hear　it，　dont　want　to　see　him　proclaim　his　love.　It　makes　no　difference；　it　doesnt　change　the　situation. “Did　you　hear　me？I　said　I　like　you.　I　like　you　a　lot.” Dont　say　that.　Anything　but　that.　Talk　to　me　about　the　weather，　how　horrible　Mrs.　Matthews　is　with　her　evil　calculus　equations.　Even　sports　would　be　better，　（and　you　know　how　much　I　hate　sports）.　Just　dont　say　those　words.　Why　would　you　say　something　that　could　irreversibly　change　our　friendship？ “Say　something，　anything.” You　dont　mean　that，　not　really.　I　know