denny Schools Periods & Styles book

Thank you all so so much for the great response! I'm so happy about it :)) and for those that imagine who knows who for whoever, do your thing. I believe its more important to judge the story by itself, not the names of the characters --- so yeah, do your thing. I support it all the way :) I just stared at him, out of all things my mind imagined, this hasn't even occurred -- not once. And part of me refused believing my ears. That wasn't possible. It couldn't be. My best friend didn't love me. Well, not the way he thought he did. He couldn't. He just couldn't! "Please, say something." He whispers, and when I am about to laugh and hit him, for scaring me like that, I see the fear in his eyes. The fear of being rejected. And once seeing that I just... I couldn't say anything. Instead tears formed in my eyes, I turned around and ran off. Like the coward that I am. I ran inside, slammed the door shut and rushed to my room to lock it. I couldn't sleep that night -- not a minute. My thoughts surrounded around Harry. Harry and what I felt for him. Was I... did I love him, or was it just friendship? I couldn't answer myself with certainty, and I hated myself for it. Why couldn't I define my own feelings?! it was the next day that I refused coming to school. I didn't want to face Harry and the consequences of last night just yet. Little did I know how much I would come to regret that decision. When the following day I was forced (by my parents to come), I didn't know what would ...