I do that all the time and no one ever actually hears…but, of course, this time someone did and that person was Macy.

I turn the corner and run right into Seth, my best male friend. Being smaller than he, I was the one to go flying.

He held his hand out to me saying, “Jeez, Drew, come down. I don’t think anything is bad enough to run like that. The only place I see you run that fast is on the field. What’s up?” He lifted me up, with one hand.

Seth was, well BIG , in the muscular sense. I was strong too but a whole lot faster, that’s why I was on the football team. He was on defense, but still my friend.

“Macy problems?” He guessed, he has this strange idea I like Macy.

“For the last time, dude, I don’t like her that way! God. I was just thinking and kinda, said some out loud and she was right there,” I answered.

“Oh, so if you don’t like her, than why did it matter weather or not she heard what she heard?”

I punched him in the arm, though, it hurt me more and he knew, so he laughed.