kath2745
Dec 17, 2010, 10:31 PM
I met this boy in the fourth grade, I'll call him Zane (not his real name). I began to like him in the fifth grade. Ever since, I have had the BIGGEST crush on him. We are both now in the ninth grade and I still like him. My problem, he's never EVER showed any interest in me. EVER. But one of my friends convinced me to tell Zane about my feelings. I was afraid to do so, because last year a girl had told him that she liked him and then gone all psycho on the girl that he had liked at that time. He broke off his friend ship with her and refused to speak to her. But, he took my telling him well. He smiled, patted me on the head, and told me he didn't hate me. A few weeks later, I thought I no longer had strong feelings about him. I told Zane that I didn't like him anymore, and he believed me. Unfortunately, I was VERY wrong. A few weeks after I told Zane of my un-liking him, he and I and a group of our friends attended our school's homecoming dance. Zane and I met up with some of the sophomores from our orchestra. They pulled him off (let me mention now that Zane is VERY attractive, not just to me but to MANY girls. He is strong, funny, smart, handsome, nice. An all around great guy, plus his wicked six-pack abs.) to dance. He started grinding (The rubbing of the girls backside against the guys crotch) with one girl in particular, lets call her Sally. She was his stand partner in our orchestra. I felt the green head of jealousy rise in my chest. But as I got to know Sally, I liked her. She was a nice person and I was happy that Zane had taken an interest in someone as amazing as her. But, slowly, they drifted. They had never officially dated, kissed, or anything of the like. But Sally's affection to Zane dwindled, and she lost interest. Zane, accepted the distance slowly, but he did accept it. Tonight, however, Zane and I, along with a small group of our friends, attended another school dance. We also met up with some of the girls from our orchestra. But Sally was not among them. Another girl, however, (lets call her Sam) wasted no time in extracting him from us and grinding with him for the entire evening. I was jealous when I saw them together, as I don't know Sam very well, but when the dj played a slow song, I felt hurt. Not just a regular jealous feeling, but pain. It felt like someone had ripped out part of my heart. I wanted to cry so badly. And, upon returning home, I did so. And have not yet stopped. I don't know what to do. I really like this guy, but I don't want to tell him that I do AGAIN, for fear that it'll ruin our friendship. I want him to like me very badly, but I don't want to be someone I'm not. I'm so confused. Can anyone help me? Any advice to give?