"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked quietly, obviously nervous about what my answer was going to be. "Um... I'm already taken," I sighed, not really sure of any other way to word it. "Why didn't you tell me," he asked, his eyes filled with hurt. "You never asked," I replied sheepishly, looking at my lap. "I gave you signs, I dropped hints, we almost kissed! You could have told me, but you led me on and I thought I had a chance with you." He stood up from the table, the sound of the chair hitting the floor making me flinch. My eyes widened as he got angrier. "Who is it?" "Who is what," I asked, looking into his eyes for the first time tonight. "Who are you dating?" "I don't see how it's any of your concern, why do you need to know?" I avoided his question, never wanting to answer him. He couldn't know. I promised I wouldn't tell.