He stares at me a lot.
He stares at me every once in a while.
He never really looks at me.
He's touched my hand before. Or brushed my shoulder.
He's shoved me before...If that counts.
No, he hasn't.
He smiles at me a lot, almost every time I look at him.
He doesn't smile at me, at all.
Sometimes he will smile at me.
Yeah, I hear them talk about me a lot.
Sometimes I hear them say my name.
None of them really like me, or talk to me.
I don't really hear them talk about me.
He's given me every single way to contact him.
He's given me one of his contacts. I think it's his phone number.
He didn't give me any info.
He asked me for my number, IM, or email.
He asked me for all of the possible ways to contact me.
Yeah, he did. He said he might like me.
No, he hasn't, yet.
He insults me playfully.
He's mean to me, like he really means it.
He doesn't even talk to me.
No, he's too sweet for that.
Yes, he's like glued to me.
Sometimes he's around me.
He's not usually around me.
He laughs a little bit.
He doesn't really laugh a lot.