I'm in the middle of it right now.

There's this guy in my Acting class last school year. First semester, we didn't really care to talk to each other, but something clicked after the new year and we became good friends. Now, this guy was dishy. Hell, still IS dishy. Even I, the date-less nerd, had a thing for him. The last week of school one night, we were texting, and he asked me if I liked him. At which point, I flipped. I didn't wanna talk about this over text, so I asked if we could meet after school and go over to his house. I ask my friends for advice, most say that there's no harm, a few advise mild caution. He didn't show. So then, I confessed over text that yeah, I did like him, but he told everyone he had a girlfriend, and I was more than willing to respect that.

Then he asked me to have sex with him. And was NOT shy about it. Oh lord, if y'all could only see the messages. It's important to note here that he made me promise beforehand that what he was gonna say would stay between us. And I meant my promise. Because I was expecting ANYTHING ELSE. But then I flipped out even more. And I told my friends. whether or not I did the right thing is your own view. None of them saw it coming, and we didn't see each other all summer.

Then the school year starts. Me and one of my BFFs join a class that basically produces the school plays/musicals. I'm in costumes, my BFF and the boy are in construction. He finds out that he's saved in our friend's phone as "Peanut". (In the scandalous messages a few months earlier, he stated how "big" he was.) He put two and two together, and we're no longer speaking. Which would be fine.

...If he weren't in my first period sitting right across from me, in the play production class with me, and a student rep for the Theater Organization at my school with me.

TL;DR: Classmate/friend asked me for sex, I flipped and told my friends, he found out, prob hates me, and we have no choice but to see each other every day.