Status: Completed!

Simple Math: Hate=Love

Part 19

Eric’s POV
My heart stopped beat for a minute as I was left confused. Him. Me. Love? How can that be?
“Let me go!”
“TELL ME!”
“You likeys you likeys you likeys!”
“FUCK OFF ABOUT THAT!”
“Oh so you?”
“I DO NOT!”
“Yes you do you said it!”
“No I didn‘t!!”
“Then why do you show it?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You stared at his f-ing locker for minutes!”
“No I don‘t!”
“You always glance at his seat.”
“No I don’t!”
“Just admit you like him and I‘ll tell you where he lives!” I paused. Thinking. My hands hung to my sides as the boy about 2 inch shorter then I stood to ground rubbing his neck. All that reminded me of how I used to watch Luke get beat up after school or in lunch and I would point and laugh. Those times making out in the hallway with some random person then I see him and my stomach flutters a bit as he angrily glares and blushes a light rosy pink.
What did this all mean…? Is this love? Like? Crush?