He can't help but sneer at any person who even glances your way. He’s sick of the constant pining that's got him hooked on you like a drug. He knows you've noticed it too. The constant physical affection, the longing stares, the begging for your attention, all of it.

It was only a matter of time until you would throw him away like the trash he was.

He was jealous and insecure. He couldn't compete with anyone you liked. He was just your best friend. He wasn't anyone you would date. He knew deep down that you only saw him as a friend. Nothing more.

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He stared off into the far distance. His eyes were glued to you, the only person he loved who sat in front of him in class. He was your best friend, he knew that. Yet he couldn't help but feel like a nervous schoolgirl each time he tried to converse with you.

So instead, he'd rather observe you from afar, like a beauty that couldn't be touched or manhandled.