Last year was actually eighth grade.
I made some new friends, and I also had some trouble collecting my emotions when I liked someone. I was a huge wusbag and I didn't know how to tell anyone anything. I believed that the most terrible thing in the world was to date one of my male friends, then break up and never talk again. Yeah, that sucks, but life goes on. I wish I understood that before shit went down.
At the end of seventh grade, I kinda liked Matt. Over the summer, those feelings died down, and I didn't like him too much anymore. My friend Grace heard that I liked him and since her boyfriend Liam, at the time, was best friends with this kid, she decided to get me and him together somehow.
Obviously, that was a flop. But, on the bright side, I met some new people. There are for of them: Liam, Matt, Gave and Dan. They all are inseparable.
Dan is from my town, and I knew of him but I'd never talked to him. Matt I knew since the year before. Liam and Grace were dating, so that's how I knew about him. Gabe, however, was new that year. Whenever there is a new kid, I always introduce myself and I'm nice to them. So, being that way, me and Gabe became friends.
I had broken my ankle at the beginning of eighth grade, so it was hard getting around. When I met Gabe, my ankle was busted and we both were awkward. He was shy, and didn't seem to wanna talk to me. I knew he was just shy because he was new and I was all up in his face trying to be nice and get his awkward ass to talk a little. We're friends now and honestly he's a great kid and I put him through hell.
He liked me. I liked him. I got scared. I told him I was scared, but in the worst way possible. He didn't talk to me for a week. We made up. Basically.