You are everywhere. Fair enough that you’re in my classes. But dude, my locker, seriously? I use extreme graphic terms that basically tell you to get lost. I wonder are you always this forward, this demanding. I greatly underestimated your self confidence. That smile on your face, the one I found attractive in the past, falters. But only for a second. You push a strand of hair from my face. Automatically, I slap your hand away. A voice behind me tells you to get lost. Its Dave. I let out a mental sigh of relief. I know you were just flirting, but honestly, you’re kind of creeping me out. You shoot daggers at Dave. I wonder why you don’t take a swing at him. I mean, not that I think that highly of myself or anything but usually you wouldn’t hesitate beating a guy up. Suddenly, I realise that Dave, is well, buff. I mean he is way taller than you and has definitely got the jock body, even though I don’t think he’s ever played sport. Hah. He intimidates you doesn’t he? I smile. You slink away. I turn to Dave and jump to give him a massive bear hug. He smiles and kisses my forehead. Which, is weird but nice. Not that I like him in that way. I can’t. Can I?