I think I love him.
I want—no I need him to love me back.
You bumped into him yesterday in the hallway and your books fell, he helped you to pick them up.
He was flirting with you, I saw it, I'm not sure if you did.
I walked in on your conversation. He was irritated. You just rolled your eyes and muttered something.
He heard it and was trying to hold his laughter, you both thought that I didn't hear it.
"Slut"
But I kept smiling, even though it hurt I just kept smiling.
