Well thats Awkward

Some girls started to like boys around 5th grade. I didn't. I preferred to call the plays on the football field ( they trusted me enough to be QB). It was weird to see them as "cute" or have a "crush" on them. Bleh. Little did I know I was the only way feeling this way.
I remember going to a girls sleepover a her birthday party the summer before 6th grade. After we watched a movie I was planning to go to sleep but apparently after the movie you are supposed to stay up and talk for another 2 hours no matter how tired you are. It was torture. All the girls were talking about how they were excited for middle school because of all the new boys they could meet. Then, they started talking about how the boys in out class would maybe ask them out since they were in middle school now. I was totally and utterly confused. Was I supposed to be seeing these guys as cute? Because I most definitely didn't.
As if it wasn't bad enough, all the other girls started telling me that they were jealous of me because all of the guys "payed attention" to me and "liked" me. Now, not only was I confused I was also pretty disgusted. The thought of them viewing me as anything more than a friend was pretty terrifying. So, in order to save myself I decided to not believe them and forget about it. Not for long though....
My birthday is at the end of summmer so I guess it was a month or so after the slumber party, I was talking to one of the guys in my class via Yahoo Messanger. I remember my stomach flipping when he said " I'm going to miss you, Chelsea. I have a present for you. Can I bring it over now?" Uh, talk about awkward. There was no way in heck I wanted a present from this guy. However, I didnt have the guts to tell him no... soooo... I told mom I was going out on the golf cart so I didn't have to be there when he dropped it off. I knew what I was doing was wrong. But, I couldn't accept a gift from him and act like I enjoy it! Thats madness.
When I got back, I hung my head low for now my mom had figured out why I wanted to go on the golf cart. She was pretty dissapointed in me. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was though because behind her there was a giant bag with hearts on it staring back at me. Mom made me open it, despite my resistance. Inside was a teddy bear and a hand written card. I had no idea what to do. I had to thank him for the gift but I didn't know how. I did feel really bad though so I ended up messaging him on yahoo again to thank him.
I still have the teddy bear in my room. When I see it now I still feel pretty bad about what I did but I can laugh about it now since me and that guy are still really good friends. And the plus side is he got over me pretty soon after that and then I was helping him with other girl problems (hes a drama king). My lesson was learned and I will never run away from recieving a gift again. It leads to a bunch of awkwardness and a life time of feeling bad no matter how hard to try to forget about it. Oh well, at least he was a good sport about it.