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Whatever You Say

I saw him.
His soft blue-gray eyes
burning a hole on the side of my face
I turn
He turns quickly away
I watch him walk down the hall
Girls drool as he passes by
I tell my friend, "I think he hates me"
She says, "Whatever you say."
I don't understand.
The bell rings.
Lunch.
Alone.
I sit at my corner table
Munching on my sandwich
I hear a chair pull up beside me.
It's him.
"I don't hate you." He says
He knows I don't believe him.
"Yes you do." I reply, looking away.
He lays a kiss on my lips.
"Whatever you say."



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