Not Up To Me
"It almost makes you want to give up women all together, right?"
You know it's a stupid question. You both know. His tone is humorous, almost mocking, but there's a pang of sadness to it also. His eyes are filled with desperation and longing. You can tell how his face melts every time you smile or wave at him. It's almost too obvious. It's no secret to you or the rest of the club that he's into you, and well, you've always been nicer to him that most of the other jocks, especially about his sexuality – you never tease him or make fun of him anyways. Maybe you're giving him the wrong message.
People think you're stupid, but you mostly just pretend to be oblivious. He was about as subtle as a cannon. You know what you're doing isn't fair – you're playing him, almost leading him on, and you're disguising it by pretending you don't know he has a thing for you. It feels awful, but you can't handle any more stress or drama, with the baby and all. And you really need help with your ballad.
So you decide to take the easy way out and play dumb for the millionth time.
"Yeah."
Your heart feels heavy when you see his big blue eyes light up with hope again.