He figured it out, That I like him, Now he doesn't talk to

He figured it out,

That I like him,

Now he doesn't talk to me,

He leads me on,

I hate it,

And he knows it,

He sits next to me,

Then gives me the cold shoulder,

Like what the hell,

And every time he looks at me,

I get butterflies,

My face gets red,

And I just want to melt,

He even seemed a little jealous today,

I'm just so confused.