Mike: I am not jealous.
Me: You denied it.
Mike: Well you’re trying to hide the fact that you like him too.
Me: God, Mike! I do not like Kahn.

I began to storm away, like they do in the moives, but Mike grabbed my arm.

Mike: Demi, wait. I’m sorry, again. Okay, so what if I’m jealous? I don’t want to share you.
Me: You won’t have to because I don’t like him like he likes me.
Mike: Promise?
Me: Of course.

And just to prove it, I placed my lips to his and he pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I pushed myself into him, my tongue tracing his. I opened my eyes suddenly and there was Kahn standing behind Mike, balling and unballing his fist. I broke away from Mike.

Mike: Hey!
Me: Kahn, don’t do anything stupid.

Mike turned to face him, his visage altering completely.

Me: Mike you too.
Kahn: I wasn’t…
Mike: Damn straight.
Kahn: You know I can kick your ass so you’re just jealous.
Mike: Naw man, stop lying to yourself.
Me: Guys stop it!

They moved to face me slowly.