Count to ten
Five breaths, in and out
Glance away, look again
What was that question?

"Yes."
You say it, shaking
Your head
The question being
“Do you hate him?”

"Liar."

And he smirks
You scowl
You say
“You're such a jerk.”

He glances toward you now.
“Do you like me?”
Stall, raised eyebrows
“No.” You scoff
Your head nods.

He looks
And smiles
Knowingly.