The chase continued, and my efforts of learning his name always failed. But I knew he knew my name. Whenever our teacher called on me, he always snapped his head up and dazzled me with his eyes. One day, however, I noticed him looking at my neck. He smiled at me, and when I smiled back, his face seemed to falter just slightly. A look of pain crossed his eyes, and he quickly looked away. I wondered what he noticed. Was there something in my teeth? Did I have a hideous pimple on my nose? What is it?! And out of habit, like I’d done so many times before, I reached up to grab the necklace. The necklace given to me by my ex-boyfriend. And that’s when it hit me.
He liked me.

Right?