Dear Creed by Baylin Crow

I didn’t always hate Creed Masters.
Growing up, Creed and I had been best friends. I’d thought that would never change and we’d always be inseparable.
I never expected to start thinking about how his lips would feel on mine, much less the constant ache in my chest knowing I’d never have him. I didn’t just want my best friend in bed. I was in love with him.
Creed was never supposed to find out. But my secrets were exposed when I accidentally left my journal open on my desk, every detail of how I felt on the pages.
Our friendship was shattered in a single moment. Now I can’t stand the sight of him. I wish I had changed my plans to attend the same college.
I’ve gone out of my way to avoid him on campus, but lately he seems to be everywhere.