Crimson thinks she’s so much better than me. Actually, no. She’s not just better, she’s the best. Well, I’ll show her.

I know I sound really conceited right now, but it’s the truth. She’s got nothing on me. I don’t how she could even think of comparing us. I’ve got the looks, the the confidence. I know for a fact that I’m smarter, and I can carry myself with dignity. Her, on the other hand… She’s sloppy and oblivious to everything around her. She can be such a pushover sometimes… I can’t see any reason why the hottest guy ever would fall for her.

STOP !!! Crimson is my best, and only real friend. Why is this so hard for me? Do I have to keep reminding myself of how we became friends, of how she practically saved my life back in kindergarden?

These kinds of friendships are rare, and so I would be an idiot to just throw it all away. We need to stick togeth-

Woah! That is NOT Crimson flirting with my (soon to be) guy over there!