Not So Nice Guy

by R.S. Grey

For 1300 days, I’ve been best friends with Ian Fletcher, and for 1300 days, I’ve convinced myself I’m not in love with him. I just really, really like pennies.

Are there people walking around this planet who don’t like chocolate?

My son

He nods, taking in my information with a big smile. This guy really thinks he’s going to get Sam—my Sam.

The last week has been nearly unbearable as I’ve watched teachers fight for Ian’s attention.

I’ve decided to finally pursue Sam, but I haven’t had the courage to actually get to the pursuing part. For days, I’ve wavered back and forth on the best plan of action. You can’t just be friends with someone for three years then turn to them one day over lunch and ask them out on a date.

Bantering with Sam is my favorite part of the day.

I never wanted to tell Ian how I felt because I was scared of our friendship crumbling. I didn’t want to have to experience life without Ian, and it turns out my fears were valid because this fucking sucks.

I’m a guy who’s in love with his best friend, a woman who seems to eat her cake but also keep it in a hermetically sealed cryopreservation tank for all eternity.

“Everyone at school wants you,” she whispers, eyes wide. “You’re mine and you don’t even know it. I’ve never told you.”

“Why do you think I ordered those rings, Hot Lips?” He smirks. “We’re going to have to get married.”