'He's not that cute,' she tells herself, perusing his relaxed form from across the cafeteria.
They're both sitting with groups of their respective friends, and she really shouldn't be so distracted – there's an English test tomorrow – and besides that it's kinda creepy to be staring, but she can't help it; Jenny had been squealing about her boyfriend, and Rachel had complained about not having one, and now she's staring at him because they'd both asked if she thought anyone was cute.
No, she said, because he wasn't cute, he was just an arrogant little-
He grinned at something.
'God dammit.'