I looked at him and caught him staring at me. I smiled, unable to hold it back, no matter how much I bit my bottom lip. I'm not the only one who likes him, but so does my best friend, whom I think of as a sister. The front of his short black hair is pushed back, sticking up, and I fight the urge to playfully mess it up, his chocolate brown eyes boring into me curiously from behind.
When at lunch with him, we would talk together and laugh and mess around with each other, then his girlfriend - a very good friend of mine - comes along and sits next to him, stealing him away from me. When he doesn't eat because he's not hungry or not feeling well, she forces him to eat, which I would never do. I feel bad for the poor guy. We like a lot of the same things as well.