◄ All I think about is you ►

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Another boring day in high school. I'm slouched at my desk in history class, staring at the clock, watching each second tick by painfully slow. Miss White is droning on about the American Revolution, but honestly, all I can think about is lunch. The air in the classroom feels thick with boredom. My pencil is barely moving across the notebook; I'm doodling more than I'm writing. I glance over at the desk across from me, where my boyfriend, Josh, is sitting. He's staring at his phone, totally ignoring the lesson—and me.

I sigh quietly, tapping my fingers on the desk. I've been trying to get his attention all day. This morning, I even wore my favorite shirt—the one I know he likes—and yet he didn't even notice. During math class, I dropped my pen right in front of him, hoping he'd pick it up, maybe say something. Nope. He just passed it back like it was nothing. Now, in history, he's so absorbed in his phone, I feel invisible. I don't know what's going on with him, but I miss the way he used to look at me, like I was the most interesting person in the room. Lately, it feels like I'm just... there.

I glance up at the clock again. Ten more minutes until the bell rings. Maybe at lunch, I can finally get Josh to talk. I pull my phone out under my desk, sending him a quick text: *"Bored. You?"* I watch him out of the corner of my eye, waiting for him to feel his phone buzz. He picks it up, reads my message, but doesn't respond. He just shoves his phone back into his pocket and goes back to scrolling. My stomach tightens. What did I do wrong? Why does it feel like I'm always chasing after his attention lately?

The bell rings, and I slowly gather my things, hoping he'll at least wait for me. But Josh is already out the door. I stand there for a second, staring at his empty desk, then shove my books into my bag and rush to catch up. When I finally find him by his locker, I give him a small smile and ask, "Hey, want to grab lunch together?" He shrugs, looking distracted, like he'd rather be anywhere else. "Yeah, maybe later," he mumbles before walking off, leaving me standing in the hallway, feeling more alone than I did back in history class.

As I head to the cafeteria alone, I wonder why I even bother sometimes. The whole day has felt like one long, boring loop of classes, and the one person I actually wanted to connect with is acting like I don't exist. I plop down at a table, resting my head on my arms. Maybe it's just one of those days, or maybe there's something bigger going on with him. Either way, I'm tired of feeling like I'm competing for his attention.

I'm sitting at the lunch table, picking at my food when I see April slide into the seat across from me. "Hey, what's up?" she asks, her tray hitting the table with a clatter. I lift my head, feeling a knot in my stomach as I think about Josh. "It's Josh," I admit. "He's been ignoring me all day. Actually, it's been going on for a while now, and I don't know what I did." I sigh, pushing my sandwich around. April frowns, leaning in like she always does when she's about to give me her 'best friend advice.' "You've tried talking to him, right?" I just shrug. What's the point when it feels like he doesn't even care anymore?

April looks at me for a second, then leans in closer, her voice dropping. "Okay, maybe it's time to think about... meeting someone new?" I blink, caught off guard. "What do you mean?" She raises an eyebrow, giving me this look like she's saying *you know exactly what I mean*. "I mean, you're amazing, and if he can't see that, then maybe—" But before she can finish, the bell rings. Perfect timing, of course. I sigh, standing up as she mutters something about always being interrupted. "We'll talk later, okay?" she says, and I nod, but my mind is already spinning with everything she just said as we head off to class.

I walk into class, still thinking about what April said at lunch. Meeting someone new? The idea feels strange, but maybe she has a point. I glance over at Josh, already sitting at his desk, his eyes glued to his phone like always. I take a deep breath and walk over, determined to try again. "Hey," I say, sliding into the seat next to him. "Can we talk?" He barely glances up, just muttering, "Yeah, what's up?" His tone is flat, like he's more interested in whatever's on his screen than in me.

I bite my lip, trying not to let his indifference get to me. "You've been kind of distant lately," I start, my voice low but steady. "Did I do something wrong? It feels like you've been ignoring me all day." Josh finally looks up, but his expression doesn't change much. "Nah, it's nothing," he says, shrugging. "I've just been busy, that's all." His eyes flick back down to his phone as soon as he finishes talking, like the conversation is already over. I stare at him, waiting for something—anything—that shows he actually cares about what I'm saying. But all I get is silence.

I sit there for a minute, unsure of what to say next. "Okay, well... I miss talking to you," I say softly, hoping that maybe this will get through to him. He nods, but it's clear his attention is elsewhere. "Yeah, we'll talk later," he says, without looking up this time. I feel a pang of frustration and sadness. It's like he's physically here, but mentally, he's miles away. I force a small smile and nod, even though it feels pointless. As class starts and I head back to my seat, I can't shake the feeling that something's changed between us, and I'm the only one who seems to notice.

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