Little less than obvious

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.” 
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

Yesterday I was with some friends, and E was there, and he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said that no, it seems that nobody wants me, with a coy smile indicating I'm well aware that this is hardly  the case. My hint went lost on a boy across the table, who immediately added that what I had just said was "not exactly true". Of course, he wasn't referring to himself, but rather to C. I just shrugged, but an other person at the table couldn't seem to refrain from asking what he had meant. So for the first time, I heard someone else state that it was impossible not to notice how infatuated that poor kid is with me. And hear that it was understandable that I wasn't acting on it. I blushed as E started joking about seeing us publicly show affection like some of the couples that make out at school. Though we all laughed at the thought of it, I felt endlessly guilty. I keep insisting that I've made it clear it's not going to happen, in any way, and that's what I've told him as well, but I get so very flattered by the attention that I can't help flirting a bit, especially since I'm a very flirty person in general. I'm not one to tell someone who's nice to me and my friends to go away. 
I'd like to think I'm not hurting anyone. Truthfully? I have no right to speak that phrase without adding an other word at the end of it: "yet".

I'm not hurting anyone yet. 

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