A few days had passed since their last “meeting”, at the football. She was too upset, too confused with these feelings. Yes, she had finally realized she wanted him.. really wanted him. Everything about him was interesting, unlike all the other guys. He was one of a kind in her eyes.
    He was brilliant and complicated, which is tough to find in a 20-something-year old. Especially, since she never looked for a guy. She was too busy and focused on school. Sure, she’s had boyfriends. Though, none of them got her hot when she randomly thought of them. But, he did.
    “I’m eating.”
She states with annoyance, as he sits at the open chair across from her.
“I’m watching.”
He shrugs.
“Can’t آپ bother me later?”
“Someone’s bitchy when they don’t get to eat their all-vegetable lunch.”
He states, giving a disgust face as he eyes her food.
“It’s called healthy.”
She nods her head up and down, دکھانا sarcasm.
“It’s called sickening.”
She does the eye roll, and continues to eat.
He looks around, then, looks back at her.
“By the way, the girl I was with at the game is not my love bug.”
He states, making a sarcastic face at the name.
She nods, trying to pretend not to care.
“She’s a friend-”
“Oh, so آپ feel all your دوستوں up at football games?”
“Only the ones that are decently attractive.”
There’s sarcasm دکھانا clearly in his voice.
She shakes her head.
“Were you-”
He pauses, and scrunches his brows, then continues.
“Were آپ jealous that night?”
“Gonna to have to be مزید specific. Which night?”
“So, there were other nights.”
He starts smiling.
“No. I’m just proving a point, that, آپ need to be مزید specific.”
“Right.”
He shakes his head, not believing her statement.
She starts eating again.
“You were jealous at the game, weren’t you?”
Another smile creeps on his face.
“Jealous? At the game? Are آپ kidding me?”
“Just admit it. آپ got jealous.”
“I’m not admitting anything, because there’s nothing to admit.”
“Sure there isn’t one little tiny thing آپ need to admit?”
“No.”
She states, coldly.
He looks down, then back up.
“Fine.”
“Okay.”
She nods, then so does he.
“Why are آپ doing this?”
“Doing what?”
He asks in confusion.
“Annoying me 24-7.”
“Like I said, it’s fun to make آپ mad.”
“I’m going to be آپ for a second, and دکھائیں آپ just how irritating آپ are.”
”It’s not as easy as it looks.”
“Here’s me portraying you: There must be a reason for her walking away from me at the game, because there’s a reason for everything.”
She states in a serious manner like his own, trying to mirror every detail of him.
He smirks.
“Your point is?”
“Stop being such a pain in the ass.”
“It’s who I am, though.”
He fakes a sad look.
“No, it’s not.”
“You don’t think I’m an-“
“Of course I do, but that’s not all of who آپ are.”
He stays quiet. They keep eye contact, until she finally speaks up.
“I’ve gotta go to class.”
For a منٹ he actually has a true sad look, then he quickly hides it.
“See ya around.”
She states, picking up her books, and trash off the table.