Dear Boy

They say girls are confusing, but I think trying to figure out a boy is even harder.
According to everyone I know I'm still to young to like boys. Guys I'm fifteen I think I can handle those creatures we call boys. I have four brothers, I know how teenage boys are so you don't need to worry about me. That leads me to this:

Dear Boy,
 What is going on? I'm so confused. On Thursday in basketball you subbed out right after me. You never sub out, and in this game you subbed twice. That NEVER happens. Then you came and stood by me. Don't think i didn't notice you looking at me. In the hallways we always make eye contact. During the football game on Friday we made eye contact more than five times, and you were playing. Don't be hurt if I don't smile back, life's kicking my trash right now. School stresses me out sometimes. You're smiles make me happy, they really do. I don't know what to do? But I think I'm falling for you?