I watched him unabashedly, wanting him to notice. He was absorbed in putting drum equipment away and didn’t seem to pay attention to anything going on around him. In true high school girl fashion, I leaned toward Chaunette and said, “He’s so cute.”
Her eyes followed my gaze. “Oh, Eli?” she asked, using his nickname. “I’ve had a crush on him forever.”
“Really?” I asked, with mild interest. I felt no competition here. “Is he nice?”
“Oh, yes. He’s really nice! But he doesn’t say much,” she laughed.
I continued to stare at him, wondering if I could work up the courage to talk to him and—somewhere in the back of my head—filing away the details of this conversation so that I could tell him about it one day and we could laugh together.
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so did you ever laugh about this conversation together?
We did--not too long afterward, actually. I also teased him about doing such a convincing job of pretending to ignore me when he was perfectly well aware of me there all along.
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