I don't like you, I yelled at Nnamdi from my balcony. He looked up and blew me a kiss before getting into his official Lexus car. Stupid boy, I grinned to myself.
I actually do like him, more than normal. I am really trying not to like him more than I am supposed to. My face always lits up when we are together and even when we speak on the phone or chat; my lips are always curved in a bold smile and my eyes always sparkles.
He recently just broke up with his boo, my cousin, last week and I am supposed to be a mediator in their split. Truth is, I have always had a soft spot for the oblong faced chiseled dude. We grew up together, went to the same primary school, reconnected right after WAEC, went to the same University and currently live in the same estate. Our parents must have sworn we would end up being in-laws.
My mum stylishly asks me if he likes literature too. Yeye woman, she is always trying to find out what we have in common.
There is really not much story to tell, I just need advice.
I don't know if he feels the same way,
I don't want to be tagged a backstabber or man snatcher either.
I really do like him, he is my bestest friend in the whole world and I don't want to ruin that because of some lousy overwhelming feeling.
Please help, just drop your advice in the comment session, I will come in to read it.