“I like you.”

The room was quiet that I could hear the sound of my own breath, which was not good.

“Say something.”

I was anxious and I didn’t want to be trapped in my own thoughts for too long or else I would regret even saying anything in the first place. But instead I watched how he bit on his lips and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t know what you want from me.”

He responded coldly. Sighing as if it was hard for him to say. I knew I wasn’t going to have the same feelings reciprocated but I thought that maybe I could have closure on these feelings I’ve had since freshman year.

It’s a good thing it’s our last year as seniors. I couldn’t royally mess anything up because months from now we could be going to completely different programs.

“Maybe, I don’t know… I don’t feel the same way? Or a, thank you?”

“Thank you I guess.”

What a asshole.

I can’t believe that he couldn’t come up with anything. It made the getting over him process that much easier.

“Gee well, take care Ryan.”

I walked away and started walking towards my locker. The moment I turned the opposite direction lonely tears cascaded down my cheek but I wiped them before anyone would notice. I wasn’t sad, I was frustrated. It wasn’t what I was expecting but I also wasn’t expecting him to feel the same way.

I should have known he wouldn’t be able to give me any sort of emotionally intellectual answer.

That’s high school boys.