"John? Who are you staring at?" Sophie asked. John blinked and looked to his friend.
"What?" He said stupidly.
"John," Sophie laughed, "you've been staring at someone for the last five minutes. Now who is it?" Sophie smiled and scooted closer to John. The two friends were out in the courtyard of their high school during lunch. Almost their entire class was milling around in the grass or around the school. John's eyes glided away from Sophie's and back to the person in question.
"There are at least five people I think you're staring at, John. Help me narrow it down here!" Sophie poked John's shoulder lightly and took a bite of her sandwich.
"He's in our grade."
"He? And an eleventh grader.. That leaves two. But, he?" Sophie bit her sandwich again and John bit the inside of his lip.
"Yeah.." He sighed. Well, at least it was Sophie.
"Remind me to talk to you about that later. And please tell me it isn't that boy with the black curls," Sophie practically