It's been 6 months since I first met Gabriel, and we've grown really close. I hang out at his apartment so much, it's like I live there. After class, I head down to the café to meet Gabriel. Ever since we first talked to each other there, we'd meet up at the same time, and always sat in the same place.

When I walked in, I saw Gabe already sitting at our table, which is weird because I'm always the first one there.

"Hey." I sat down across from him.

"Hi" we talked for a bit, but he was acting weird. He kept watching the door, like he was looking for someone, or he wanted to go.

"Gabe," I sighed, "what's up?"

"What'd you mean Sammy" he grinned, but still something was off. Suddenly the bell rang, and Gabe looked up, only to look straight back down, his cheeks tinged pink. I looked over at the door and saw a women walking in. I looked back at Gabe, who was trying to hide the fact he was watching her.

"No way! You like her don't you!"

"Shut up! She might hear you!" He reached over and put his hand over my mouth. I pulled his hand away,

"Sorry, sorry! Who is she though?"

"Her name is Casey, okay. Now will you leave me alone?"

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed. We kept talking, Gabriel looking over at Casey's table every once in a while. I'll admit, I was kind of upset about him paying attention to her more than me, but it's just because we're so close as friends, of course. Eventually I got tired of him looking at her.

"Why don't you just go and talk to her?"

"I can't!" He told me, "She won't like me anyways."

"Oh come on! What girl wouldn't get with you? Heck, what guy wouldn't?" I know I wouldn't mind. Wait, what? Well, I mean I can't deny he's attractive, but I'm not like that! Not that I have anything against it, I just don't like guys.

"Hey, I actually got her number!" Gabriel sat down in front of me.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, while you were lost in thought I walked over and talked to her!"

"Awesome! I told you she'd like you." This is not awesome, now he's going to spend all his time with her, and we'll stop hanging out as much. I think I'm over exaggerating. I'm not.. Jealous, am I? Crap.