(Don't read, not yet finish)
I've had boy friends since we were still in diapers. We grew up together—from childhood until now, when we're in high school. But we were never the typical group that always hung out and ate together. In fact, sometimes, we felt more like strangers.
Everything changed when one of my friends confessed to me.
I've always had issues when it comes to boys—especially when a close friend admits he likes me. I find it uncomfortable. Not because I hate them, but because I don't understand it.
It's like I keep asking myself, "Why do you like me? I thought we were just friends." Suddenly, I start wondering if there was a hidden motive behind our friendship. If it was never pure to begin with.
Don't hate me for feeling this way. I have my reasons.
Oh well… I'm Ashley Luis, and this is where it all begins.