She caught him staring as she smiled pleasantly. Alarmed by the sudden eye contact, she looked away. She couldn't tell if he had feelings for her. Was he too shy to say? His mouth is moving, but all she heard was mumbles, bridle over, and jumbled up thoughts. This time she knew she had to say something. But who were they kidding. They were both just teenagers, who had their tongue tied on jibberish. The words they know would only come out cluttering. Fuck.
She would do anything to set the clock in reverse. It was obvious they were both into one another, yet neither of them wants to say it. She thinks there's another girl; he thinks there's another guy. But is there really? Eventually that arousing feeling that was once there, wasn't anymore. And all they did was stop and stare on what could have been.