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I assume every guy has one female friend who they secretly adore. That one girl that considers him as a close friend, yet has a loser boyfriend, who treats her like shit. A girl who he sets on such a high standard, that she is the one girl all others are compared. When I was a senior in high school, I had such a female friend. Her name was Christy. To me she was the closest thing to perfect as one could get. She had straight brown hair, that when down, flowed half way down her back. She played volleyball, so she had a smoking hot body, but the one thing that I adored was her baby blue eyes. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled, and it was my goal to keep her smiling every time we were together. Christy was popular in school, but not only for her good looks and athletic skill. She was also one of the smartest students in our class. That is how I met her. We were lab partners in Advanced Chemistry. The day our teacher teamed us up was the best day of my life. What started out as lab partners quickly became a special friendship. She and I clicked instantly. We liked the same movies and music. It wasn?t long before our classroom talks spilled out to walking down the hall after class, to studying together over blizzards at the local Dairy Queen after school. The only crinkle is our relationship was her jock boyfriend, Keith. Keith was the alpha male of our school. He was the starting quarterback of the football team, and the star pitcher of the baseball team. He could have had any girl in our school, and it was just my luck, he wanted the same girl I did. Christy loved him and I could see it in her eyes every time she mentioned his name. When they were together her blue eyes sparkled even more than usual. She was hopelessly in love with him, but there was something about him that I did not trust. I mentioned my mistrust in him once to her, and she got very defensive. From that moment on, I kept my opinion Erenköy escort (http://erenkoy.t2bro.net/) to myself. Even if she was not my girlfriend, she was my best friend. If acting like I liked the jerk made her happy, I would ignore my feelings. I did not want to upset her to the point she stopped hanging out with me. Having her as just a friend was better than not having her at all. Our senior year went by so fast. Homecoming came and went and it seemed like the next week we were planning on prom. I had heard someone say once that your senior year was the best time of your life, and it was true. It was true not because it was the last year of high school, but because of Christy. Through out the year, our relationship grew. Although still only friends, we hung out more, even when we weren?t studying. She would come over to my house, and I would go over to hers. Every time she would come to my house, I would make sure we watched a good tear jerker movie so she would lay her head on my shoulder. Unfortunately for me, her relationship with Keith grew too. She had confided in me about having given up her virginity to him. She would always talk about how sweet and caring he was. The whole time she talked, my stomach would churn with envy. She loved him as much as I loved her. While she talked about him, I would just smile and tell her how happy I was for her. When it came time for Prom, I had planned on not going. I didn?t have a girlfriend because every free minute I had, I spent with Christy. When I told her that I was not going, she had a fit. She told me that I was going and that she would get me a date. As usual, I gave in to her and began looking for a tuxedo. The night of the prom came and I was very nervous. Christy had set me up with a freshman off the volleyball team, Emma. Emma was cute in her blue prom dress. Her blonde hair had been curled and her make up was perfect. 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I went home and went to my room. I undressed and lay on my bed. It had been a wonderful night, but the only thing I could see in my mind was the two of them as the danced. I buried my head into my pillow and eventually drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the night, I was awakened by a knock on my window. It startled me. I slipped from my bed, and grabbed the baseball bat that leaned against my dresser. I moved slow toward the window, and raised the blind. To my surprise, it was Christy and she looked as if she had been crying. My slow pace quickened. I almost jerked the blind off its hooks as I jerked the string. My fingers fumbled with the lock, and finally I raised it so she could climb in. When she stood up, I could see how her tears had streaked her makeup. I asked her what was wrong, and her sobbing returned. She stepped toward me and laid her head Escort Tuzla (http://tuzla.t2bro.net/) on my shoulder and cried. I held her tight. She smelled so good. She was no longer in the sparkling white dress she had on a couple hours earlier. She was now wearing a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt with her sneakers. I rubbed my hands up and down her back and tried to console her. Soon her sobs stopped and we sat on my bed. She told me how Keith had planned on a romantic night after the prom and when she told him that she didn't want to have sex, he had gotten mad and taken her home. As she talked, her tears began to flow again. As she talked and cried, I grew angry. I was angry at Keith for treating the most perfect girl in my world like a booty call. I was angry with Christy for not listening to me when I told her he was an ass. Most of all, I was angry at myself. It was the perfect opportunity for me, I could tell her how I felt and that she didn't need Keith, but I didn't. I just held her. Christy spent the night with me that night. She slept in my arms, with her head on my chest. I didn't sleep a wink. I did not want to miss a moment of feeling her so close. I woke her up before sunrise so she could get home before she was missed. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for being her BFF before she climbed out of my window. I didn't hear anything from her the next day. It was Sunday, and I figured she was busy with her family. I hung out with my family as well. I worried about her, and almost called her a couple of times, but thought against it. I didn't want to look over anxious. I decided that Monday I would tell her how I felt. I was so nervous that I didn't sleep much that night. I replayed every possible scenario in my mind. Would she be happy that I loved her? Would she be scared of ruining our friendship if we became a couple? Would she tell me she never wanted to see me again? I tossed and turned and was looking at the alarm clock when it went off. I arrived to school early that morning. I wanted to catch her when she arrived and get the answer to all the questions that had ran through my mind. I sat across from her parking spot and waited. My heart began to pound when I saw her car pull inside the gate.