Rich

Rich, the guy who understands me better than any girl, is basically the best friend in a man's body, but my girlfriends make me nervous. Their praise for him is endless. Rich is so handsome! Rich is so smart! Rich is so wonderful! They praise him like a god, it's starting to get on my nerves, my ears are starting to twitch at his name and they tried to suck up to him through me, but they immediately told me to f@ck off. One day, my friend was praising him so much that I was overshadowed by such jealousy and anger that I said out of emotion "He's gay." After school he volunteered to walk me home. "Alice, what did you just say? Just so you understand, I had to spend ten minutes explaining to Carter Westwood today that I'm not gay and I don't need his number. He gave in, but before he left, he told me I had a great ass. I burst out laughing, not giggling, not giggling, but just laughing so hard that even the cat sitting on the road ran away. Sorry Rich, I'm so fed up with their stories today that I blurted out that you're gay, I was just jealous, I said, laughing non-stop. -Were you jealous?