"Bro, if you want to say something, spill it." Henry seriously looked at me. I looked at them and they were all staring at me. Henry, Quinn, and Dave, are my childhood friends.

"I love Kyla," I started.

"We know." They answer simultaneously.

"I hate Hailey," I seconded. "A lot," I added.

"Yeah! We knew that too."

I sighed because I couldn't say what I wanted to say.

"All right, get us to straight 'bro, we won't judge you," Quinn said seriously.

"We will just laugh." Henry stared at Dave for what he said. "Just a joke, go ahead, just open up everything and we will listen at least to...