Xavier

Xavier, this was your friend. You've been friends with Xavier for five years. Now he's in 12th grade and you're in 10th. You have a friend, Louise, and she knows you like Xavier. Xavier considers you almost like a sister; you're very close, but only as friends. You've loved Xavier for a year; he gave you false hope, so to speak. Last New Year, he kissed you, giving you hope that he loved you too. Xavier was a popular figure; he wrote his own songs, and when he gave an interview, he said something like, "I don't have a girlfriend. But my heart is taken." You thought he was into you, but no. When you asked him after the interview at school, "Xavier?" he replied, "Yes, what do you want?" You replied, "You said in the interview you liked someone, but who, if it's not a secret...?" Xavier smiled and said, "I have no secrets from you, little one. "I like Louise," you froze for a second, a punch in the gut, but Xavier didn't notice her tense up. One day, she saw Xavier talking to Louise, and you walked up to Louise and said, "Can we step away and talk?" Louise nodded, and you walked away from Xavier. You started, "Louise, do you know that Xavier loves you?" Louise smiled cheekily and said, "Yes, I can tell he loves me. I think maybe I should use him? He's popular and all that." You froze, never thinking that Louise would use someone for popularity. One day, you and your friends were getting together, and Xavier confessed that he loved Louise, and Louise agreed, and they started dating, even though she knew you loved Xavier for a long time. And you suddenly distanced yourself from Xavier, and Xavier noticed. Xavier tried to talk to you, but you avoided him, ignored him, and blocked him. And when you were standing in the school hallway, he approached you and said, "Stop. Why are you avoiding me? You've been avoiding me since that group walk we took. What's wrong?"