Prologue
It was Third grade, and I was sitting at a lunch table reading alone. I was a pretty advanced reader at eight years old. Everyone that walked by, just looked at me and whispered. Then one day, a nice looking boy with black hair and glasses came up to me.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
“Harry Potter,” I responded. I looked up at him, then quickly looked back at my book.
“I’ve read it before. It’s a good book,” he said.“What’s your name?”
“Chrissy,” I said.
“I’m Zayn. Nice to meet you!” the boy responded as he jutted his hand out for me to shake. I slowly stuck my hand out and shook his hand.And that's how we became best friends.
Me and Zayn were inseparable. Everywhere he went, I was there with him. I used to be gay and when I had my first heartbreak, he was there to comfort me. Then I was straight, and he was there for me too.
We do have some differences and similarities, and we have the same birthday too! We were eight in 3rd grade, we are now sixteen and in 10th grade. It is almost our 7 year anniversary of being best friends. He doesn’t wear glasses anymore, but nevermind that. Then, in our sophomore year of high school, the new girl showed up.
