Ben's POV:
I’m not being considered to get a lover much, not even a fan of love stories, anyway. But my new class (7th grade), still old classmates with a few new pals that became love birds. I couldn’t even tell how many couples were there. And to be honest, I am mostly gay but a little in love with girls, and my friends knew that for a fact but they never judged me for anything, literally accepted me. They even wanted to help me to find love like worried parents do to help a son find love.
And Kirt (responsibility vice leader) became my best friend. He was also rich, but not richer than me. We just talked, helped, tutored and more. And I happened to be fond of him so much that I kept blushing non-stop. ‘Hey, your face is red. You sick?’, he asked me with a worried look. ‘I’m fine, Kirt, just a little dizzy.’. He then smirked and grinned at me with a suspicion look: ‘You’re blushing, are you baby?’. ‘I’m not blushing, and stop calling me baby and babe.’ ‘Alright, sugar cube.’. I hated to say that but he was a total jerk for me. Well I wanted to say a little about him. He was isolated from his parents, despite of them travelling for business that they completely forgot their own son, so they hired some maids to take care of him, he was not pleased however. So I usually came to his house for fun so that he wasn’t alone. And he was also the same kind of lover as I was, but he was too attractive that the girls were literally fans of him, which made him disgusted. Until, we were no longer besties anymore (I don’t mean we broke up).