I've been in the Glade for two weeks now. My closest friends were Gally, Chuck, Frypan, and Jeff. They were awesome. And then there was...Minho. I've had a crush on him since I got here, but I'm 100 percent sure he doesn't like me back. In fact, I think he hates me. Whenever I'm talking to my friends, I see him glaring at us. I don't know what I did for him to hate me, but he does. And it brakes my heart, because I love him.
"(Y/N)? Are you listening?" Frypan chuckled. Frypan was like my brother, and he understood better than anyone how I felt towards Minho.
"Oh, uh, yeah, I'm listening." I said.
"Doesn't seem like it. Tell me, what were you thinking about?" He asked me.
"M-minho." I said. He sighed.
"You really like him, don't you?"
"I love him, Frypan. And it shatters my heart to know he hates me." I felt the tears stinging my eyes.
"I don't think he hates you." He said.
"Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way he glares at me?" I said. Frypan just shook his head. I