My Beautiful Childhood Friend Is Hitting On Me.
The school had already emptied out. After classes ended, everyone else had left for home, and only a few stragglers remained with pressing business inside the building. So the hallways were almost eerily silent.
And there I was—sitting alone in our classroom with my childhood friend. The same girl I’d grown up with since kindergarten. Just the two of us left in the empty room.
A single gust of wind slipped through the slightly open window and brushed across the room. As it lifted her hair, I suddenly understood why everyone at our school called her the most beautiful girl in the entire place.
The scene was way too romantic for my liking.
“So… what’s your answer?”
“To what…?”
“My confession. Just tell me, okay?”
Hearing that line alone would make anyone’s heart race, but I had to keep things moving.
“First, would you mind putting that hand down?”
“No.”
The word came out flat. After all, I’d already been “smacked” by her—the so-called “wall-bang” that had ruined the romantic mood for good.
And… her eyes were not normal. They were intense, unreadable. I knew I had to get out of there right now.
But she only smiled wider and kept going.
“By the way… I’m actually a ■■■■.”
“What? That has nothing to do with…?”
“Exactly. Chasing guys is nothing new to me. So how about I make the ‘dating’ conversation happen from your side?”
“Wait, hold on! Hey!”
This story was about my childhood friend—the school’s top beauty—who was trying to seduce and claim me.