Amber and I had snuck away from her older step-brother, Rodney, again. He seemed to always have a watchful eye on her so it was difficult for her and I to have alone time. It had been a few months since I rescued her at Austin Griffin's party from the pool incident.

That was how I met her.

Whittney, being the douchebag he always tried so hard to be, threw her in after she accused Austin for cheating on his current flavor of the week. Of course, he wasn't cheating on her and Whittney protected Austin the only way he knew how, by hurting the person responsible.

After she hadn't come up for air, we realized that she couldn't swim. I jumped in right after her and saved her from drowning. It was only natural that she developed a crush on me, which I didn't mind. She was a cute girl.

I was leaning against the locker next to hers, making sure to check for Rodney every now and then. It seemed like the more him and I were hanging out lately, the more I felt like our friendship was nearing its end. There weren't many kind words being exchanged between us anymore, and to be honest, he was starting to scare me.

"You don't have to worry about Rodney, Harry," Amber promised me as she grabbed my hand. As much as I wanted to feel something, I didn't, and I couldn't understand why.

"Come on." She smirked at me as she pulled me to the janitor's closet with her. I couldn't say no to a girl practically asking for some one on one action, but I also couldn't help but feel weird about it for once.

This confused me completely. Shouldn't I be excited that the girl I've been after for quite a while is eager to have some alone time? Nonetheless, I still followed her.

Once the door was closed, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her fingers tangled in my hair and pulled roughly. My mouth opened in response, allowing her tongue the entrance it craved, not fighting the small feeling in my groin. It was small, but still there.

Through this whole experience my mind kept running back to someone I didn't expect. The thought of someone else's lips on mine in place Amber's sent shivers down my spine and I quickly pulled away.

What the hell?

I ran my hands through my hair as my breathing increased.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked, worry all over her face. "Inhaler, Harry. Inhaler."

Listening to her pleads, I pulled my inhaler out of my back pocket and inhaled deeply. My breathing started to steady and I was feeling a little better, but still flustered.

"I-I gotta go."

I felt bad leaving her like that, but I had to get out of there. Obviously my lack of oxygen to my lungs was causing me to be delusional. What was I thinking about back there? I was literally thinking of kissing my best friend.

To make matters worse, my best friend was a guy.