“Hey Eric?” I asked. He was in his band uniform, once again.
“Yeah?” he asked snapping up his tuba in the case.
“Will you ask Greg if he’ll go out with me?” It took a lot of nerve to ask but Eric was my best friend. He got up from the floor and looked deep into my eyes.
“No,” he said. What?
“Why?”
“Because,”.
“Why, Eric?”
“Because! I’ve hear enough of Greg! It’s all about him! Greg this! Greg that! I don’t care about anymore! Do you even care how I feel about you?” Eric stormed away and left me standing there speechless. Did he just say what I think he said? He made his way through the hallway. Pushing people out of his way. I had never seen him like this. I turned the other way and thought about Greg’s eyes. They were just so amazing.