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A scene from my life. For a while, back when we were in the ninth grade, I thought that he liked me. In the mornings before school, as I waited for the first bell to ring so we could go to class, he used to stand nearby and flirt with me. Or at least I think he was flirting. He'd keep glancing my way, looking at me but at the same time pretending not to. It was kind of funny, really. Once or twice, I stared back at him. I guess if he really did like me, he would have said something or made a move. Back then, I probably would have thought he was cool the way he didn't seem to care about anyone else. I'd forgotten all about him in the three years since then, but when he started spending lunch with us, he brought back those memories of that time in ninth grade, especially when I caught him looking my way sometimes as he leaned against the tree.