never

n.

she could feel his eyes on her. I mean, how could she not? It was like his eyes were burning holes into the side of her head, his piercing gaze giving her the upmost uncomfort.
Liar.
she knew deep inside she loved the feelings the feeling of being wanted, of being longed for.
You can have me. Just come over and talk to me.
She wanted to turn and catch his gaze. And this time, not look away. Don't look away.
Keep looking at me.
She smiled to herself, playing with her hair and fluffing it up, trying to act as normal as she could. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes fluttering over to his direction.
He wasn't looking.
She continued to stare, blinking rapidly, trying to get her eyes to show her a different picture.
He wasn't looking.
Was he ever looking in the first place?
She brought her gaze back to the front.
Looking for a distraction, she took her phone out of her purse and went over to whatsapp. her photo album. instagram?
Her heart wounded stop pounding.
He wasn't looking.
Stop fooling yourself she cursed.
She couldn't sit still. Her head turned over to his area and saw his eyes catching hers.
She looked away.
she goddamn looked away.
she smiled to herself, but she knew deep in her heart what a mess she became.
when his eyes met hers everything came
into mind.

He doesn't like me. Never did, never will.
Because here in this world, wishful thinking only gets you so far