I think that I need assistance in making sense of this stupid, illogical fight

by Jane S.
(Chicago, Illinios)

I think that I need assistance in making sense of this stupid, illogical fight.

Ok.

This is the first time I acknowledge the fact, more or less.

I have a different take on any kind of relationship … friend, acquaintance, family.

My views aside, I have a close group of friends and about a hundred acquaintances due the social people in my group.

I have this male in almost every class who, under different circumstances, I would never have spoken to him … let alone become best friends with.

I tend to hate anyone, well, hate is such a strong word. I tend to dislike people who use first impressions as a means to judge you. He didn’t do that.

We both had a mutual friend in our French II honors class. Then, he was out of honors. However, at the same time, I was sitting next to this guy, his friend, let’s call him Romeo, for the NATO alphabet and not the suicidal drama boy who had a cool friend like Mercutio.

Well, the first incident I can remember was on December 3rd. In the aforementioned class, we had gotten somewhat free break from learning. We both talked about being tired. I heard about our break I said to our group that I was going to fall asleep … if only I could do so without getting caught. He faces me and smiles.
“I’ll wake you up.” He says as the lights are turned off and the only light source is our teacher’s computer screen. I am hesitant. But I lean forward. He does too, his bigger built easily covering me. Did I mentioned he’s a foot and a year and a half on me? He nudges me ever time the teacher gets up. I noticed that I never felt the little light on my eyes except twice. The third time he was staring at me. I like him. He would make a suitable acquaintance. I talked to him on many occasions during class. I found our conversations intellectually stimulating.

However, I really liked the jock (and the inside joke) of the honors class, Charlie.

These incidents, many similar to this one, happened every so often.
The first time he, to use the vernacular, made a move on me, was on February 3rd. He saw my cell phone and asked to see it. I was once again hesitant because I hate it. It’s a weird touch screen. I gave him my phone and he was busy touching and/or typing things. I used deductive logic and assumed he called someone. I asked what he was doing. He said nothing point blank to my face. I later told my romantic of a friend Bella-Marie of what happened. I left out the call he made. She wanted me to go ask him all aggressive-like. He lives across the street from her (as ‘fate’ would have it, we saw him, and proceeded to wave at him).
The next day was the first time we texted each other.We were overly informative to each other. When I asked to spell his unique name, he asked whether I wanted the short or long one. I told him to choose and he gave me five names, one first and the rest were surnames. I returned the favour when he asked about mine. We’ve been like this for this long. I grew attached for some illogical reason. I told him of my attachment. We’re still friends. He is very logical when I am out of my empirical mind and instead very emotional. However, he seems to be vying for the attention of one of my other classmates. I hate the feeling. The bad aftertaste of anger and sadness. It hurts to see them so close. I can’t stand it. I have resolved to end this friendship and let entropy do the rest. My question is …
Did I do the right decision?