We had broken up about 2 weeks ago. It wasn't that our relationship was unhealthy or anything it just seemed off. We both agreed to still talk and stay on good terms because we still cared for each other in a friend way.

As much as I hate it, though, I've started to catch feelings for you again. One day, we were in math class, and we sat right next to each other. I see you fiddling with the strings of your hoodie. You fidget a lot when you're nervous or thinking a lot about something. "Braelie?" I ask, but you ignore me, or you're just too deep in thought. I place my large hand on your leg. "Braelie," I repeat softly.

You look up and meet my eyes, "Yeah?"

"What's wrong with you?" I ask.

"Oh...n-nothing,"

"You're lying to me," I say, giving you a small smile.

"N-no I'm not,"

"Braelie, you forget that I know you and how you act," I say, rubbing my thumb against your leg.