I'm the most popular guy at school, dating a semi-well-known girl. I like Guest a lot. We're basically in a relationship. But I don't know what's stopping me from showing her off. . There are guys who would proudly show her off, and honestly that's what she deserves, but I can't let her go. From stolen glances in class and the hallways to full make-out sessions in my room, I need her—bad. But every time she gives me that hopeful look, I can't even give her the time of day to think about it. I'd do anything to keep her, but I'm not sure how much longer she wants to stay. . Today we're in class. A new student, Carly, sits next to me. I introduce myself, and she starts flirting. Like every other girl, I flirt back. I know I'm technically taken, but since nobody knows, I flirt back. Look at Guest her head down, doodling in her notebook—she knows I do it, and I can tell she's disappointed. I look away and frown; I'm not the one for her, and I hate that I'm not.