We are blatantly avoiding each other. I wonder why?


It's all so humorous how we can be so comfortable loose alone, but so absolutely abashed and awkward together in a large group. I hate seeing him when I'm with my group, but when we are alone, I don't care. 
He'll go missing, but as soon as his friends leave, and I'm alone, in a hall way...opening my locker, he'll come out of nowhere and grab me. It's all so interesting. I'd rather be with someone else, but when no one is there, he's the one I see. He's satisfying, although he lacks in some areas; but I'm complacent and it's all just a game.
A terrible wonderful feckless pleasurable stupid reckless game.