A/N I'm so sorry I forgot to update on Monday so here this is:)-Piper
      Ryan hasn't talked to me at all in the past week.
Well, I guess he has, but it doesn't count. He talked to me the next morning after the sleepover, but only when in front of our parents. That was probably so they didn't get suspicious or anything, because this would be really awkward to explain. He left early from the sleepover, saying he didn't feel good. I didn't carry out the dare on Monday, as I asked him to do it with me and he just turned his head. He also has talked to me when in front of our parents, for the same reason as stated above, when we hung out at my house or his after school. He hasn't really talked to me for the past week.
      Also, this past week has been horrible with my shyness. Yesterday, when I was called on in class, I couldn't even answer loud enough for anybody to hear. I began to feel unsafe and out in the open when sitting in my seat. It felt as though everyone was watching, judging me constantly. It felt like I was always at the front of the room presenting something when I wasn't.
I sat in class watching the clock, hoping that the hands would begin to tick faster, hoping that school would get out sooner. Without somebody to whisper funny comments to, or somebody to make weird faces at, school is very dull. It seemed as if Mr. Tatanako is repeating itself over and over. The clock's hands seemed to be so slow, each second was like a minute. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The room seemed more gray, and less bright and happy as it used to be.
      Class ticked endlessly by, but eventually, the bell rang. And I walked off to home room. Ryan speed-walked past me. He seemed to not be walking to home room, but to be walking away from me. "Ryan," I whispered under my breath, stopping in the middle of the hallway and people wandered past me. I continued off to home room.
---Time Skip---
     "Ryan," I said to him as we were walking home. He didn't even turn his head. "I know you won't talk to me, but I don't want things to be awkward. I want a friend back. Please."
      No response. Ryan just preceded to walk forward as if I hadn't said anything. "Ryan, listen to me," I persisted, "I want you to be my friend, and yeah, we may both have a crush on each other, but I don't want to risk our friendship. Although, it seems as I've already destroyed it."
       He shook his head. "What?" I asked.
       "Felicia," he started, "It's more than that. You're too worried to take a risk. You're too scared to even test our friendship."
        "Yeah," I replied, "I don't want to lose the only person who gives me confidence in myself."
        "You need to be brave, Felicia," he stated,
        "I know, but what if-"
        "You need to be brave," he interrupted, looking at me, "You need to stop clinging to me as if I'm your only life source. You need to quit being shy! You need to be confident."
         "It's not that easy-"
         "It's not that easy?" He exclaimed, getting angry, "You know what's not easy? It's not easy to make sure your friend is happy and confident. It's not easy to watch your friend go through life without living it! It's not easy to watch your friend crawl into her shell because she's not confident when she's beautiful, kind, sweet, and has nothing to be not confident about and shy about!"
          "Ryan-"
          "No," he said, "I don't want excuses. I want you to smile in front of a crowd. I want you to be a risk taker. I want you to be my girlfriend."
           "I can't," I replied.
           "Fine. Come back to me when you can, when you're not afraid, because I'm tired of watching you suffer," he stated. He stormed forward and toward a crosswalk.
            "Ryan!" I yelled, chasing after him, "Stop!"
            He just shook his head and continued forward onto the cross walk.
            "Ryan, wait!" I looked to see my worst fear come alive. A speeding car turned the corner. It continued to speed forward. Right into Ryan. "Ryan!" I screeched. The car continued to speed away. I ran onto the crosswalk and all traffic directed around me. I kneeled down next to his limp body. I pulled out my cell phone and called my mom.
           "What is it?" She answered.
           "Call 911," I breathed, "Ryan was hit by a car. We're on the corner of 9th and Lowell." My mom immediately hung up. I pulled him over to the curb and the sidewalk corner. "Ryan, I'm sorry." I kissed his forehead and laid down next to him on the concrete. Please live, I thought, please live.
A/N I'm not sorry:3