It's weird that you made someone get out of their seat just so you could sit in a place facing me. Or maybe its just a coincidence.
Its weird how everything just dissipated after we came back to this building. After no hellos were said.
It's weird because I don't really want you. I don't want anyone.
There it is again that burning heat of someones eyes watching you from across the room and you turn and find that familiar face staring back at you. No turns or awkward moments. Just two people looking at each other.
I kind of wish you hadn't had done that but on the other hand it's always nice to be looked at like that. Kind of like your a prize.
But as the class ends and the familiar shuffle of paper comes alive I look up and it's back to how it always is. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I'm not the kind of girl that romance likes to keep around.

But I'll be damned if i admit it ever out loud.