I sit here during lunch at my favorite table with my three best friends Sarah Marks, Treyson Madison, and Lewis Peterson. I love them, and they’ve been my friends for as long as I can remember. I’m talking to the man of my dreams, Trey, the person I’ve had a crush on for almost all of high school. I’ve always liked him, even when we first met and I felt that spark of feelings that you feel when you like someone. It’s nice being able to talk to him more because lately Sarah seems to hate me, an. . .