Blah Blah blah- I tuned out as per usual. I have this strange skill where I can retain information without paying attention. I glance over at my crush. He's glaring at the page like it said something offensive and smirked when he stabbed it with his pen.

"Does-- Does Jainey like me?"

I kept my mask in place and my insides squirmed. Yes, she likes you, but I like you more and liked you longer. You stupid -insert a violent string of curse words that I probably shouldn't repeat-.

He's loud, he's annoying, he won't leave you alone. He's taking over and he has no idea he's doing it. He overlooks your feelings . You want to punch him but love him too much to follow through. Trust me, I know how you feel.

It just so turns out that my way of dealing with things isn't exactly normal. I don't talk with my friends about it, I don't talk to the person I'm angry with, and I most certainly do not indulge in a carton of chocolate ice cream... Honest..

Sometimes I find it hard to believe that he's nuts, but then I remember the incident with the soap...

And it all comes crashing down again..

I am proud to say that I didn't let her get to me. I stayed as impassive as ever and.... blurted out my secret (love).

She knew exactly what she was doing to get me to confess. Argh! This is why I hate girls. They can't just be straight foreward about it or beat it out of us. Nooo, they have to get under our skin to frustrate us into telling them.

The teacher looked at me. "Cliffet, Hawn, you'll be working together today."

And I do a little dance inside my ead. Today's a good day.

"Try not to kill eachother."

Or not.

Apparently I'm not happy enough. Well happy can go get stuffed- I'm calm, cool, and collected just the way I like it

It's not like I go and profess my love to him everyday, or at all for that matter. I just watch him from a distance and bug the crap out of him occasionally and delight in how he tries and fails to change the way I am.