I stare at him from across Study Hall. He's sitting there, with the Cheerleaders. Why? I have no idea. I knew him when he didn't even like girls. When he thought they had cooties. I knew him when he was a fat chubby dork with glasses. And he actually knew me then too. We weren't best of friends. But we talked all the time. It was no big deal back then. Then we went on that field trip in 8th grade, and I think that's when I had taken the dive, the dive into a pool where only love is found. So for the next couple years, I tried to hide it, and I did a really good job at it too. But then..we got put in the same Study/P.E class. And now I see you everyday, and I see you glance over at me everyone and a while. But nothing major. I try and catch your eye in the hall, to throw you a smile. Once and a while I get away with it. And I see you look at me out of the corner of your eye. Why won't you say something?! Just one little thing. Even a Hi would be ok. I know you like me, and I think you know I like you too. So just say something. Stop keeping it a secret. It's killing the both of us inside. I KNOW it is.
