Are We Good..? by Heather Mar-Gerrison

"You two would make such a great couple."

I rolled my eyes. I heard this sort of crap at least five times a day.

Snap chats sent to me of Ben and I together with little captions, "Couple in the making" and all sorts of other shit.

We were mates. End of. I didn't see him as boyfriend material (well, I totally did but it was never gonna happen) and he'd fancied the pants off one of our other (female) friends for months so it was totally futile ever thinking anything would ever happen. He was all set to ask her to the final prom but somehow or other, even though I'd primed her (see what a good friend I was?) and assured her he was definitely going to ask her, she ended up getting all antsy at how long he was taking to ask her and she agreed to go with Lewis Jones instead. Lewis Jones? How insulting – I think I was more offended than Ben... And, well good luck there, girl... no one could love Lewis Jones any more than he loved himself.

Ben and I had been...