danny has always liked you.

i've always known.

he used to pester me about hooking you two up.

you're too good for him.

he would laugh when i said that as if i was teasing him,

but i was serious.

he likes to play the bad boy card.

he doesn't know what actual feelings are.

he dated a girl once just to see if she would cry when he left her.

i never told you that.

you always thought danny was a nice dude.

it just never seemed right to burst the image you had of him.

i wish i did.

it's making me sick,

watching you two lean together in the cafeteria.

he's only going to hurt you.

"ow, babe, what's your problem?" 

i jump, a bit startled at the sound of sasha's annoyed voice.

she's giving me a strange look.

i glance down at my hand locked in hers.

"sorry," i mumble, loosening my grip.

she stares at me as if i've told her brussels sprouts are my favorite food,

then eventually goes back to her conversation with her girlfriend.

i look back to you,

but neither of you are at the table anymore.