i know what you're thinking

They sat in the dry grass with limbs tangled. Pollen was being carried in the air and she would sneeze occasionally, trying to hide as her face crinkled, giving a flash of the future, with her delicate hand. After teasing her she told him to get lost, and he did. He got up and went to the bus stop, and she did not go after him. She got up and rode her bike home. She could not explain her feelings rationally and as much as she hated him, daydreams of them together always snuck in. she rode her bike absentmindedly and almost got hit by a car. This did not bother her. At home she took some Claritin and rubbed her eyes. He called her later that night inviting her out, but she denied for whatever reason she gave herself. Instead she went to bed and pretended nothing was there. A couple days later at school he came up to her and her friend, but instead of acknowledging him she turned to her friend and became extremely interested in nail polish. He was neither ugly nor handsome, she felt she could do better. Her friend pointed out there was nothing wrong with him and nothing else had more potential. She took this into account and decided she was not ready for a "relationship" full of sweaty palms and awkward glances. this decision stopped nothing. it did not solve the glances he would give her, and the feeling she got from them.