You sit there from across the room.
You glance a look at him and look down.
But just as you looked down he glanced at you.
You can’t stop thinking about him.
So you then have the urge to look up.
You notice that both of you look up at the same time.
You both smile and look the other way.

But then, the next day
He’s flirting with someone else.
You feel crushed.
But then u realize you aren’t going out.
So there’s not point of fussing about it.

The next day you go to school and he’s there,
Waiting for you and no one else.
You walk up to him and he drops the bomb.
I just wanna be friends.