"Hey Jenna!", Graham greeted as he came into her house.

"No Graham. Stop right there!", Jenna held a hand up, her face full of fury.

"Me? Why?"

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That you tell everyone else that I'm your girlfriend?", Jenna scowled at the last word.

"Yes, Jenna. You are my girlfriend. It's common knowledge!", Graham shrugged.

"Are you insane? We are too young to be girlfriend-boyfriend!", Jenna shrieked.

"But Jenna, aren't you a girl? Aren't you my friend?", Graham asked, puzzled.

"That doesn't make me your girlfriend. I'm just your best friend, who is a girl. A girlfriend is someone that guys would like to marry someday!"

"I would like to get married to you someday. Doesn't that automatically make you my girlfriend?", Graham studied her face.

"Graham! Ughhhh! This is insane! You are wrecking my life! Stay away from me and never talk to me ever again!", Jenna went in and shut the door on his face.