She Knows Me Too Well...

Her name is impossible to pronounce at first, but once you get the hang of it, simple.
Her name is 2 away from mine in roll call, and therefore, she sits near me in every class.
Her locker is one across and up from mine. It bugs me how she gets a top lock, and I don't.
She's mature for her age...physically and mentally.
She has a "twisted perception of the world," and I'm totally jealous of her handwriting. Like everything else about her, it's mature and adult like.
She's musical, and I want to say she plays the sax, although I really don't know. She has a boyfriend, I forgot his name, but they've been dating a while, so I hear. He's the only real friend she has.
The person it appears on the outside she's friends with, she couldn't care less about. A tool, for show, a place holder so she's not alone. She tells me how sometimes its a pain. "I'm territorial," she claims. I don't blame her. I've been there, done that.
I like her attitude, and try to be nice. We're friendly, not friends...yet?
And yet, despite all these IFs, all these uncertainties and vauge details to her description:
She knows me better than my friends do.
True, my friends are rather...absorbed at the moment. I don't blame them. But the fact that SHE could pick up on it, troubling.
Either I'm being really obvious (which I doubt is the case, I'm good at hiding things, especially my feelings)
Or my friends are just blind?
I hate to think that a complete stranger would know me better than my friends...
But she does.
She knew I was upset. That something was off, something was bugging me.
She asked me twice, why my face was allk scrunched up, why I seemed a little out of it.
I wasn't quite sure what it was myself.
I just don't feel myself, and its bothering me.
Is it time I need?
Space?
This headache seems never ending.
For now, sleep is what I need.
And for this chaotic rant to end.