The jock and the nerd. Or not

Day 2 (Thursday)

"Okay, bye!" Oliver yelled to Gabe.

Oliver was the guy from French class. Gabe was one of his friends. 

It was just the three of us now, Oliver, Ana and I. We were hanging next to our lockers. I was taking books from mine, Ana was waiting for me and Oliver was sitting on the floor and eating chips. When he had finished his pack, he tried to throw it in the garbage (which was 5 feet from him) and it ended up 10 feet away from the garbage can. Yes, he was that bad at throwing. I picked up the pack from the floor.

"Can you put it in the garbage, please?" he asked nicely.

I obeyed and then gave him my best annoyed-yet-flirty-and-amused look.

"You are a really, really nice person, you know," he said in a polite voice.

I rolled my eyes, slightly shook my head, but smiled.

I should've been happy that he had thanked me and told me I was nice, especially that he was hot. But I felt as if his words were no more than polite. He wasn't flirting, he wasn't trying to impress me or trying to seem nice. So, I was a bit disappointed, but, oh, well. I guess I'll just have to be more attractive.