I'm late for class, but Mr. Harris, thank God, lets me pass.

—How was your date with Brett? —Mason asks quietly when I sit next to him.

—It wasn't a date. I already told you that I'm only going to watch their games. That is all.

—Do you want me to stop teaching so you can chat quietly? —Mr. Harris asks Mason and me angrily.

—No, we're shutting up —I hasten to say.

Mr. Harris continues with the class, but Mason is bothering me again. This time passing me a note.

«You are a liar LOL»

I look at him without understanding what he means and I see that he is looking at me with a victorious smile on his face.

—In the end Liam and I didn't go bowling, so I went to the mall and had dinner there —he explains again in a low voice— And you know what? I saw you having dinner with Brett.

My face must be a poem right now. For Mason to see Brett dine is the last thing he wanted.

—Okay, we went to dinner but nothing else —I say, omitting that Brett took me home these last two Fridays— Also, it was because of another bet that I lost —I defend myself.

—At school I lost a bet and I had to go to class the next day dressed as a girl, but what you get is dinner with Brett." It's not fair— he complains dramatically making me laugh.

—Okay, you two out of class —Mr. Harris says, raising his voice— NOW!

Arguing with Mr. Harris is the worst thing anyone could do, so Mason and I don't say anything about it. I quickly gather my things and leave class followed by my friend.

—Look what you've achieved — complain, entering the expelled classroom.

—Never mind, your thing with Brett is a thousand times more interesting than chemistry class. So tell me how it went.

—Everything was normal, Mason. I already told you that we only had dinner.

—What's Brett like? —He asks suddenly— I mean, he's being overbearing towards Liam and he seems like a pimp, but I don't think he's like that. I'm wrong?

—No, you're not wrong —I say thinking about Brett's attitude these days.

—And? How is?

—It is normal. Nice, personable, kind, spontaneous, attentive and funny.

—It seems you just described the love of your life. Everything you've said about him is good and you should have seen his face as you spoke. Honey, admit it, you like it.

I keep thinking about Mason's words, it's true that everything I've said about Brett is good, but I can't say anything bad about him these days. He has been great to me and I like him. But I don't like it, right?